We came. We saw. We kicked some…umm…hiney. Pardon the small Ghostbusters quote rewrite, but I was “ghost hunting” with my nine-year-old son.
This past weekend, my team (a.k.a. my husband Landon, our son Logan, and myself) braved the “Lost Souls Tour” at the Wabasha Street Caves in St. Paul, MN.
Here’s the back story on our location: the caves were dug into sandstone back in the 1840s. They’ve been used for a variety of things from growing mushrooms and storing food to housing a speakeasy in the 1930s and a disco in the 1970s. It’s said that notorious gangsters like John Dillinger, Ma Barker, and Babyface Nelson all hung out there in its heyday as a speakeasy. The caves presently serve as a banquet hall and every Thursday night, you can swing dance to the music performed by one of their regular live bands – if you’re into that sort of thing. I’m more of a Running Man/Roger Rabbit kind of girl, but I’m guessing that nobody would mind if I rocked-out in a corner to the Big Band music. If I said boo once in a while, they might buy that I’m a spirit, snap a few pictures and leave me alone with my retro-80s dance moves. But we weren’t there for dancin’! We were there for the “lost souls”.
So with our camera at the ready (under the chilled and shaking hand of my son), we joined a group of curious tourists and entered the caves, with the lights turned off, following a ghost nurse (though I suspect she might have been an actress) who led us through a series of caves and tunnels.
The finished areas were beautiful. One cave housed a long bar where spirits are reported to tap guests on the shoulders, steal keys and hide them, and even poured one bartender another glass of wine after she’d finished sneaking a quick drink while she was closing down (alone). Based on these stories, I’d say these ghosts like to party and hate to see their living friends leave!
Across from the bar is a bathroom where the owners’ young son stumbled upon a gangster ghost adjusting his Fedora in front of the mirror (okay, I might have made the Fedora adjusting part up, but they did say he was wearing a hat, and…umm…I’m a fiction writer, so whatever!).
Our next stop on the tour was this cozy little room with a warm flame glowing peacefully in the fireplace (the light from the hearth was the ONLY light in the room – which tells me my camera’s flash totally rocks). As our eyes adjusted to the near blackness of the space, we listened to our lovely guide tell us about 3 gangsters who were shot down with a Tommy Gun in front of this fireplace in the 1930s. Their story doesn’t end there…
Legend has it, the bodies of these murdered gangster are buried in the back caves. Which was, of course, our next stop! Umm…creepy!
We finished the tour in the dancehall area, where our tour guide and her assistant shared a slide show of photos taken in the caves by other tourist, and guess what…some of those lucky ducks actually got pictures of full-body apparitions! There were a couple that were so creepy that it made my hairs rise (note to self: shave legs before the next ghost hunt to avoid the prickly-porcupine effect when frightened). During this time, we snapped a few quick shots, and got some interesting “orbs” in of our photos.
We ended our trip with a nice snapshot of us with our tour guides and a warm thank you for the wonderful job they did of scaring the bajeebers out of us.
You might be thinking, “Does this chick really believe that every ball of light in these pictures is something paranormal?” Well, I’ve seen enough GHOST HUNTERS episodes (shout out to one of my favorite shows) to realize that sometimes these anomalies are just dust particles floating in the air transformed by the flash of your camera into something interesting to wonder about. But since I didn’t happen to capture any full-body apparitions in my photos (and trust me, I looked so hard I might have pulled a muscle in my cornea searching), and my assistant is a nine-year-old boy who would have suffered a broken heart if we’d left our tour with no evidence of the supernatural, I’m going with, “Yup, those orbs are so totally ghosts!”
Bottom line: the Lost Souls Tour at the Wabasha Street Caves in St. Paul is worth checking out. Are the caves haunted? Based on the stories and the photos those other lucky tourists shot that our guide showed us, I’d have to say I’m a believer. And I’m pretty sure that once my book is released, this might be the absolute perfect place for a launch party!