quebec

I was strolling in quebec city when i noticed a busload of kids. A bystander told me the kids are in for the Ghost Tour.

A ghost tour in broad daylight? Well, why not? Minors should not be loitering in a foreign city searching for ghosts past midnight. The most they can do is listen to ghost stories in broad daylight.

So i followed the marathon, took pictures and listen for a while. I did enjoy some haunted stories. I realized that places are the same anywhere we go. Every city has its ghost stories and every place has its haunted past.

Good thing the past stop haunting me, i learned to let bygones be bygones and move on. Otherwise, i should be the one standing on that tour narrating my real life ghost story……..the one that broke my heart, the goodlooking ghost that made me cry and gave me my worst scary moments. Those moments when i used to think that being alone is a nightmare.

What happened to the Ghost Tour, well, i have no idea. I left amused and amazed. Don’t ask me why. Can’t you read between the lines? 🙂