Williamsburg: Ghost Photo Tour & Haunted Colonial Stories

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What’s the experience like?

Hands stuffed in my jacket pockets, I watched as our guide, Tom, flicked open his Galaxy notebook right on Duke of Gloucester Street. He grinned like he was about to show us a magic trick — but it was just a photo of what looked like a pale blur in an old window. “That’s the Bruton Parish House,” he said, pointing over his shoulder. The air had that crisp Williamsburg smell — wood smoke from somewhere, maybe a tavern kitchen? — and I swear the light seemed to shift when he told us the story behind the photo. We all shuffled closer without really meaning to.

What surprised me most about this Williamsburg ghost tour wasn’t just the photos (though some were honestly weird), but how much we got to pick where we went next. Tom asked if we wanted more stories about taverns or private homes — someone in our group joked about wanting to avoid angry ghosts, and Tom just laughed and said, “No promises.” At each stop, he’d show another ghost photo and then point out exactly where it was taken. Sometimes you could see people inside through the glass now — regular folks, not ghosts — and that made it feel even stranger.

I tried taking my own photo outside the Peyton Randolph House (supposedly the most haunted spot in Williamsburg) but all I caught was my own reflection and some blurry lights. Still, there was this moment when everything went quiet except for distant carriage wheels clattering down the street. It felt… I don’t know, heavy? Like something old hanging around. Tom told us some guards refuse night shifts here. Not sure if I believe every story, but walking back past Market Square I kept glancing over my shoulder anyway.