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Princess Megan has an Associates Of Art Degree in Journalism and diplomas in Free Lance Writing and Short Story Writing. I have 2 published novels: Passage To Romance and Princess Of Scruples. I work as a Qualified Medication Assistant in mental health. I am married and have a striped gray cat named Tigger. I am a Moderator at Writing.com I am also a Creative Scrapbook Designer and writing is my passion. Check out my stories in my Port.
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#1095106 added August 13, 2025 at 4:41pm
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Day 48 Lansing West Virginia
We are riding the Coach to West Virginia. We play a game. Count the horses. Count the trees. Count the Ford vehicles. Before we know it, we are in West Virginia.

The group is going river rafting. Not me. I watch everyone leave. I read a book. I talk to a Native American man. He is very nice. I enjoy talking to him.

We have dinner at a restaurant. I have shrimp. Some of the group are having lobster. Some are having Mac and Cheese and chicken.

We are going downtown and we are at the visitor center. A lady dressed in pink with red skin and blood on her tells us to follow her. We go by the theater and she says a woman was rejected by an actor hung herself and sometimes you can see her. We enter the theater. It is dark and a fog appears and a woman in a navy blue dress, surrounded by fog is wearing a noose. She disappears! StephBee Author IconMail Icon says did you see that? I nodded. There is a man who shot the play director. We see a man with blood on him. Is this an actor or a ghost? He disappears. WakeUpAndLive Author IconMail Icon and Jellyfish Author IconMail Icon look pale. We walk past other buildings.

The phantom woman says a battle was fought here. The civil war. We smell gun powder, hear horses galloping and soldiers yelling. A headless man is riding a horse. Yikes! Sung'manitu Author IconMail Icon touched it but his hand went through it. Lyn's a Witchy Woman Author IconMail Icon says the horses tail touched her shoulder. Jellyfish Author IconMail Icon started coughing. She says she smelled the gun powder. Krista Author IconMail Icon got nervous when our phantom host let out yell.

We walk past some other buildings. Our host says people disappear if you see ghosts tonight. I love ghost stories but even I am nervous. We hear about Native American ghosts who visit every night. We see mist and hear drums. This has been interesting.

We go to our hotel rooms, lock the doors and leave a nightlight on. We hear noises in the hallway but we hope it is humans. We get through the night.

We go to Spruce Knob. We hike in the mountains. I love the smell of spruce and pine. These trees are nice. There are some caves but we decide to stay out out of there.

This has been a good trip. Everyone had fun water rafting. They got wet. I enjoyed the ghost stories. I did see some Native Americans by the cave. They were in a mist and disappeared. I look forward to the next adventure.

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