The Dog

 Part 1

Ghost stories from tour groups seem to come and go, but like so many other things, they seem to come in waves. A few Sundays back I had a tour group with three excellent ghost stories, and during the evening tour there were more. I will split them up into separate posts.

A young man from Austin told me that growing up he spent his summers in Fall River, Massachusetts at his grandmother's old house. He slept in a room up in her attic which was suprisingly, not too creepy. The only thing he remembered was seeing a big black dog in the corner of the room, like a Rottweiler, always watching him.