[The cemetery isn't the first stop on the tour, but it's the first with real ambience. Edwin leads the group into the graveyard itself, along a stone footpath (which he asks them please not to leave, out of respect for the deceased). By now it's getting dark, and the trees along the path rustle ominously as the group goes by... even though, one might notice, there's no wind tonight.
The group pauses at the foot of an ornate mausoleum, where they can sit down as Edwin relates a few stories about the people buried in the yard.]
"This cemetery was established shortly after the Great War, during the height of the Spanish Flu..."
[But strange things begin to happen as the story goes on. Perhaps there's the sound of a twig breaking, or perhaps a pebble skids across the stones... but who could have kicked it? Or perhaps you feel a chill close by, or suddenly, someone's breath on your hair... but when you turn, there's nothing there.
... Unless, of course, you're able to see the ghosts. Somewhere between five or ten specters are out tonight, apparently from several different eras, playing these little pranks on the visitors. (A few more can be seen dimly in the distance, deliberately ignoring the goings-on of the living.) Unfortunately, they don't have much to say. If they notice someone watching them, they may simply shoosh that person so they can go on with their pranks... or they may focus their efforts on you!]
RECOLLÉ CEMETERY
The group pauses at the foot of an ornate mausoleum, where they can sit down as Edwin relates a few stories about the people buried in the yard.]
"This cemetery was established shortly after the Great War, during the height of the Spanish Flu..."
[But strange things begin to happen as the story goes on. Perhaps there's the sound of a twig breaking, or perhaps a pebble skids across the stones... but who could have kicked it? Or perhaps you feel a chill close by, or suddenly, someone's breath on your hair... but when you turn, there's nothing there.
... Unless, of course, you're able to see the ghosts. Somewhere between five or ten specters are out tonight, apparently from several different eras, playing these little pranks on the visitors. (A few more can be seen dimly in the distance, deliberately ignoring the goings-on of the living.) Unfortunately, they don't have much to say. If they notice someone watching them, they may simply shoosh that person so they can go on with their pranks... or they may focus their efforts on you!]