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Tours will resume in March, 2017

RESERVATIONS ARE RECOMMENDED!
Please call (573) 248-1819 to reserve your seats today!

Tickets: Adults $15.00, children aged 5-10 yrs $7.50
Children aged 4 and under are not permitted on tour
Cash/MC/VISA/Discover

Tickets may be purchased and tours depart from:
Hannibal History Museum
200 N. Main Street
Hannibal, MO 63401
(573) 248-1819
www.HannibalHistoryMuseum.com

We Couldn't Say It Better Ourselves!

A review by GradyShark from Houston, Texas who was recently on the Haunted Hannibal Ghost Tour:

"The tour guide took us around Hannibal and told us some fascinating real life stories and reported ghost encounters, while teaching us a great deal about the history of the town. The highlight of the tour was visiting the graveyard. My younger cousins, who tagged along, enjoyed "talking" to spirits using dowsing rods. You don't have to believe in ghosts or the paranormal to have fun on this tour." Visited July 2016

Haunted Hannibal Ghost Tours

POLICIES

We reserve the right to refuse service or cancel a tour for any reason.

Full refunds will be issued for any tour that we cancel.

No children age 4 and under are allowed. Ages 5-10 are charged half of the adult ticket price.

All guests 11 years old and older will be charged the adult ticket price.

Because our tours frequently sell out, once seats are reserved there is a 24 hour cancellation policy.

No refunds will be issued if your group number is reduced or you wish to cancel your reservation

within 24 hours of the tour including those reservations made the day-of the tour.


For tours of 14 passengers or less we will use our small, climate-controlled bus. For tours with more than 14 passengers we may rent the Hannibal Trolley but we never guarantee that our tour will be a “Trolley” tour

Still photography is allowed, but video/audio recording of our tour is not permitted.


Generally speaking, we do not cancel a tour because of light rain or the threat of inclement weather.

We will cancel a tour if there is the possibility of lightning or excessive precipitation.

Thank you for your cooperation, we look forward to entertaining you!

A Visit with Agness

Hello friends, sorry it has been so long since I posted here but we've been a bit busy...the fall "haunted" season is in full swing, and I have lots of new stories to share with you. I'm going to post several items today in separate blogs, there have been some amazing experiences on our tours in the past month!

This post is a story emailed to me by Morgan Trousdale who was on our ghost tour last Saturday night, Oct. 16th. It was a really interesting experience, and I concur with Morgan's recollection of the evening, it happened just as she explains:




My name is Morgan Trousdale and I’m…well…I don’t want to say a medium (although that’s what I suppose I am). Let’s just say that I’m a sensitive. The “gift,” as my mother calls it, runs in my family. Most, if not all, of the women in my family can, see auras, read cards, and sense and communicate with spirit.

I signed up for the Haunted Hannibal Tour with the idea that I would sit quietly and enjoy the novelty of it all. But, even on the trolley ride around the city, I experienced things.

While sitting outside the Stillwell lot, listening to the story of the Stillwell murder, I was overcome with the strangest sensations. It was as though my own emotions, my own self, was pushed aside and replaced with intense waves of anger, hate, apathy, and, finally, satisfaction. I remember playing with the dowsing rods on my lap and thinking, “This isn’t me.” As soon as the story shifted to that of the Library, those feelings eased and eventually dissipated. Then, as we stopped outside the Old Catholic Church, my chest got heavy and I couldn’t breathe. As soon as we pulled away and put some distance between the trolley and the church, the heaviness subsided and I could breathe again.

As extraordinary as those events may be, they paled in comparison to my experience in the Old Baptist Cemetery.

The first grave site that Lisa led the group to was a marked slave headstone bearing the name of Agness. As Lisa told us about Agness, and the stone beside her marked Petunia, I pulled out my dowsing rods and silently asked, “Are you here?”

Immediately, my rods crossed. I smiled and whispered to my boyfriend, Sean, telling him Agness was around. About that time, Lisa noticed a cold spot and called the group over to feel it.

After that we visited several other graves, and each time Lisa felt a cold spot. Each time, I held out my rods and they reacted to whatever energy was in the area. Finally, at the third or forth grave and cold spot, Lisa asked someone with dowsing rods to step forward. I was up front and had mine at the ready so I did.

“Is anyone here,” asked Lisa. The rods crossed. “If you are the owner of this grave, can you indicate a yes for us?” Nothing happened…the rods remained straight.
I smiled and said, “I have to tell you that, while we were over at Agness’ grave, I asked ‘Are you here,’ and my rods crossed.”

Lisa then asked, “Is this Agness?” The rods crossed.

“Well,” I said, “I guess she just wanted some company. But I’m not sure if she’s following you, the tour, or someone else.”

“Wow,” Lisa said, “and we don’t even have a medium to confirm.”

I took a deep breath and said, “Well…actually you do.”

Lisa laughed and said, “Well there you go. You people always hold out on me!”

Agness followed us around the cemetery for the rest of the time we were there, and I was freezing the entire time. I should mention that it was so warm when we got to the cemetery, I left my jacket on the trolley.

At one point, Sean whispered in my ear for a response from the rods. “Are you following the tour?” No response. “Are you following Lisa?” No response.

I groaned and said, “Oh good, Lord. Are you following me?” The rods crossed and Sean laughed.

Lisa looked up and must have seen my crossed rods and pained expression and laughed herself. “Are you being followed?” I nodded and she laughed again. “It’s because you can communicate with her.”

As the other tour members wandered around the cemetery, Lisa and I talked about Agness. She’d mentioned earlier that she didn’t really know who Petunia was. I got the urge to tell her “It was her daughter.” I went on to say that it could be a granddaughter or something, but the feeling I was getting from Agness was definitely maternal.

As Lisa called for everyone to meet back at the trolley, I asked her to point me back to Agness’ grave so I could drop her back off at home. Sean and I walked back over to the gravestone. I held out my rods and said, “Well, it’s been fun, Agness. I enjoyed the company, thank you. But, it’s time for you to go home.” Suddenly I felt warmer. Even Sean noticed the temperature change when he took my hand.

When we got back to the store, I asked Lisa if it had gotten warmer after I left. She confirmed that it did warm up as soon as I walked away.

So, if you get the chance to go on the Haunted Hannibal Tour, go. It’s an amazing time. Who knows…you may have your own conversation with Agness.



Thanks, Morgan, for the recap...it was a very interesting experience!