The Whaley House
Old San Diego
March 26, 2009
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It had been 20 years
since we last visited the most haunted house west of the Mississippi,
Old San Diego's Whaley House, with its mysterious tales of dejected
lovers committing suicide, outlaws hung for petty theft and children
snapping their necks on clothes lines. We had warned the daughters
about the place, telling them how when we last visited I kept a
microcassette recorder running the whole time. We saw and heard
nothing suspicious on that visit, but listening to the tape on the
drive home I heard a strange, growling voice on the tape, just where
I walked up the supposedly haunted staircase!
This time, we went armed with multiple digital recorders, but alas
nothing eerie has turned up on them, nor on the poor images I shot
with my Blackberry (all our other cameras had exhausted their
batteries during the day's visit to the zoo). Perhaps in the decades since our last
visit, the weary ghosts that haunted the Whaley House have finally
found their rest.
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