"Step this way," said the smiling tour guide, as he held out his hand to assist me into the little boat.
As I sat, I arranged my sweatshirt, tucking my hair into the hood, and tugging on the lace to tighthten it.
It wasn't that it was extremely cold, but the mist crept over me, slithering its soft fingers over my skin. I shivered involuntarily.
As we glided over the water, the tour guide spoke about the history of the buildings. Including myself and the guide, there were four people balancing the boat. The woman asked the guide something about ghosts, as she did she laughed nervously and glanced at her companion.
"Oh, yes," he replied, "these waters are indeed haunted."
He smiled impishly, then continued with the usual historical information.
I took my camera out of my pocket, and took some snapshots. As we floated around a bend, I scrolled through what I had shot.
One photo made my heart skip a few beats and my hands turn to ice.
There was a woman in the water.
I looked up to see the guide watching me.
"You saw her?" he quietly asked.
Instead of answering, I looked behind us, where there was nothing but water.
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