Haunt Spots self-guided audio tours… Still available!

Logo sepia There was life (so to speak…) before the Port Washington Ghost Walk? Yes!

Before I started focusing exclusively on the PWGW, I offered a number of self-guided ‘Haunt Spots” audio tours. They tell the story of the haunting and guide you to the location so that you can check it out yourself. They were getting pretty popular, but ye olde ‘day job’ didn’t allow me enough time to promote, maintain and add to them.

For some reason, I’m receiving requests for them again – primarily from people who tried one and want to go on another. So, here we are. Yes, they are still available. If you want one, I’m more than happy to email it to you directly vs ordering it online. The locations I have are…

  • Potter’s Field – near Wauwatosa
  • Dousman Stagecoach Inn – Brookfield
  • Founder’s Cemetery Park – Cedarburg
  • Union Cemetery – near Glendale
  • Roadhouse Bar and Grill – Cedarburg
  • Fitzsimmons Road (which you’ve already done)
  • Whitnall Park – Greenfield
  • Grant Park – South Milwaukee

I also have the ones below, but they are more like brief ‘drive by’s’

  • Sunset Playhouse – Elm Grove
  • Muirdale Sanitarium – Wauwatosa
  • Grafton Inn – Grafton

The self-guided audio tours are only $10 each. Use the contact form below and I’m happy to tell you all about them.

Happy Haunts!

1 thing I DIDN’T expect after visiting Waverly Hills Sanitarium

I’m sure it’s a whacky coincidence but about 3 days after I toured Waverly Hills Sanitarium and MILDLY dissed the tour in a totally FRIENDLY way, I became bed-ridden with a horrid upper respiratory infection.

Whacky coincidence, right?! Hah. Hah. Hah…. GULP!

Hmmm… haunted abandoned tuberculosis sanitarium


Wide-eyed and impressionable tourist with the best intentions ever


A SLIGHTLY cynical but ultimately SUPPORTIVE review


Home in bed with a nasty, nasty, icky infection in my lungs, throat and head.

Go fig. Coulda happened to anyone for any reason. I’m SURE nothing followed me home…

Happy Haunts,


ps. What do you think? My cough’s not sooooo bad.

9 things to expect and experience when visiting Waverly Hills Sanitarium

Well, that was fun.

August, 2015. My BFF and #1 gal-pal-haunt-a-holic compatriot Char and I made the trek from Milwaukee, WI to Louisville, KY for a 3-day weekend getaway. Because we are who we are, our definition of fun is traveling for 7 hours to tour one of the reputedly most haunted places in the USofA. We are gleefully ‘those people’.

We had absolutely no idea what to expect. Hopefully, these insights will serve you when making a similar trek – which I encourage you to do. Waverly Hills Sanitarium (and Louisville) are worth the drive.DSCN5045

Nuts and Bolts…

  1. BOOK IN ADVANCE. We took the 2-hour 8pm Friday night tour because the 4-hour overnight ‘investigation’ is booked solid far, far in advance. That’s my first tip. Book your tour far, far in advance if you want to do the 4-hour investigation. It’s your best shot at having a paranormal experience. Note: they also have an 8-hour version, but I’m too old to stay up that late so never even considered it.
  1. IT’S HOT, DARK, HUMID AND CREEPY. Bring a flashlight, wear closed toe shoes and prepare to sweat.
  1. SECURITY. Security is tight. You’re checked in at the gate. Watched by the parking people. Escorted into the gathering / souvenir shop. Checked in again. There are 2 people trailing each tour in addition to the tour guide. All are obsessively dedicated to ensuring that no-one wanders off in search of adventure. Plan to stick closely with your group or encounter an implied cattle prod.

The Atmosphere…

  1. WAVERLYLAND? We went because we wanted to experience haunted Waverly Hills Sanitarium. There is an unfortunate level of less-than-well-executed ‘Disneyland-ish-ness’ that tries to get in the way. I was a little discomfited by the tee-shirts and cheesy HallowDSCN5113een paraphernalia for sale. It’s hard to ignore the enormous wall of endlessly looped episodes of paranormal reality tv that featured Waverly Hills. I was severely turned off by the full-body Pinhead dummy that greeted the start of the tour and later having to walk through some Halloween season haunted house deco that they keep up all year around. I had to actively ignore my concern that what I was really in for was Waverlyland. If you can do that successfully, you can have fun on this tour. It does take a conscious decision, but if you make it, you’ll have a good time.
  1. IT’S HUGE. Expect to be awed at first glance. It’s immense with a capital immense. The building is surrounded by dense woods and suddenly spreads before you as you drive up the short access road past the gate. Goosebump-worthy. Allow yourself time to gape while ignoring the stares from the many Waverly employees whoDSCN5084 are keeping a close watch on you as you get out of your car.
  1. PARANORMAL EXPERIENCES / GATHERING EVIDENCE? PROBABLY NOT. On the 2-hour tour, you will be in a group of about 30 people, all of whom are also hoping for a paranormal experience. At the same time your tour is happening, there’s another going, following a different route to the same stops. With that kind of foot traffic, chances of having a personal paranormal experience are slim. Thinking of sneaking in some subtle evidence gathering? Nope. You are not allowed to use any recording devices (so much for EVP’s) or flash photography (so much for clear photos). You will get some cool history about the building and hear about other people’s ghostly encounters, though.
  1. OPPORTUNITIES TO EXPLORE. That said, there are 2 opportunities on the 2-hour tour to explore. Well, more like 1.5 opportunities. On the 5th floDSCN5110or, you and your 29 best friends are allowed a little time to wander around and take photos – with flash (the only time allowed). The draw is room 502 where there are lascivious stories are about a pregnant nurse who hung herself. We are quickly disabused of the legend by the tour guide. Her spiel consists of, “You’ve probably heard about XYZ in room 502. Well, it’s not true. It never happened.” But, then she goes on to relate creepy experiences that pregnant women have had in room 502. Hmmmm…
  1. SHADOW PEOPLE. The other – very cool – opportunity to explore-ish is on the 4th floor where there are reports of active shadow people. Standing in the deep dusk, looking down a dark, dark, dark corridor with sDSCN5086mall smatterings of light from windows, you can easily imagine that you see movement. Maybe we did. Maybe we were so desperate that we matrixed it all. Who cares? It was uber scary. Bonus: Char and I muscled our way into the line of 3 sets of people who were allowed to walk to the end of the hall alone while everyone else watched. We successfully managed to freak the crap out of ourselves.
  1. BODY CHUTE. At it’s height as a 500-bed tuberculosis treatment hospital, Waverly Hills averaged a death an hour. The need to transport bodies off the grounds but not within sight of patients who were trying to get well, led the staff to repurpose an underground tunnel that became nicknamed the Body Chute. It is one weird sensory experience. They let you walk down the narrow, 600-foot slanted concrete chute. I went about ½ way and then let everyone pass me by so that I could walk back up relatively alone. Too many laughs, echoes and noise from the rest of the group to pick up on anything otherworldly but the funhouse effect made me tilt.

So, yes I did think it was fun and worth the trek. Because I decided to. I devoured the things that were cool and ignored the things that were hokey. I adjusted my expectations and looked for opportunities to let my imagination run amok. I was on an adventure far-ish from home with my best friend and fellow aficionado.

What could be better?

My name is Susan and I’m a Haunt-a-holic

I give in. Time to confess and come clean. I’m addicted to Halloween, ghost stories, and spooky places. My name is Susan and I’m a Haunt-a-holic.

I’m not proud of this dirty little secret… oh, heck – who am I kidding? I’m like a kid with a new Sleepy Hollow bedsheet set, glow-in-the dark Svengoolie tee-shirt, who’s high on Count Chocula. Seriously. It’s not a secret.

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Waverly Hills Sanitorium

I’m not alone. My BFF is just as addicted. We recently won a silent auction prize for a photo shoot. Guess where? Cemetery. Of course. Dressed in the gothiest best we could muster for women with zero-level goth closets. Lots of black eyeshadow helped.

Movies. Knick-knacks. Cheesy tv shows. Trips to haunted insane asylums – oh baby. All true – especially that last item. My summer vacation this year is a long girl’s weekend down to Louisville, KY for the Waverly Hills Sanitorium tour. Guaranteed to freak ourselves out but good.MV5BMTM4NDk5ODA4OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTg3MDAwMQ@@._V1_SY317_CR1,0,214,317_AL_

The point? It’s time for you and me to stand up and be counted! Admit who and what we are. No more hiding in dank and musty shadows pretending to be a poltergeist. Or is that just me? Eh, it’s a hobby.

Are you a Haunt-a-holic? Solidarity Sisters and Brothers of the Night. Raise your candelabra high and repeat after me, “I am one with my childlike glee at watching “The Haunting” every few months (or insert your favorite ghoulish indulgence here).

I’m done asking why. Finished with wondering if it was a flaw in how I was raised. If I’m actually just a morbid person living a double life as someone cheerful and lighthearted with respectable hobbies like pinning dead insects to a board, framing and displaying them in the parlor.

We need a salute. Something like Michael Jackson’s Thriller zombie pose. We can vote on it at our next meet and screech.


Susan ‘Haunt-a-holic’ Fry

A Favorite Story From the Port Washington Ghost Walk 2010

Last Halloween, Caper Company spent the weekend in chilling and charming Port Washington, WI.  We had discovered some delicious paranormal activity reports and, anxious to share the stories, we led a few hundred intrepid folks on the first ever Port Washington Ghost Walk.

As we prepare for 2011, I’d like share a favorite ghost walk story with you from 2010.  Enjoy…

“This is Real”

Halloween ghost walks are a great way to have a seasonal spooky celebration with friends.  It’s like being Irish on St. Patrick’s Day – everyone gets on board and goes for the ride.  The last thing most people expect is to make a real, personal paranormal connection so if it happens, it can be a bit of a shock.

A typical tour group ranges the spectral spectrum — from true believers to total skeptics.  The latter are there to spend an evening out with buddies.  They expect to have fun.  What they don’t expect is to be converted.

Saturday night of Halloween weekend was prime time.  Every tour was packed, so moving from point A to B to C took vigilance from the Caper Company tour leaders.  Happily, as the ghost stories unfolded, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Most of the time, the non-paranormal-fans go along quietly.    There’s a bemused, indulgent expression on their faces when they hear a ghost story they deem particularly incredulous.  If someone in the ghost walk group chimes in with a similar experience, the expression may devolve to a include bit of subtle eye rolling.

This evening, a gaggle of 4 girlfriends among the tour group of 20, were out for an adventure.  3 of the 4, at any rate.  One lady kept her tongue firmly in her cheek the entire time — never naysaying, but always standing a bit back.  She obviously wanted her friends to enjoy themselves, but perhaps was not the first person to have voted for this particular activity.

About half-way through their spectral exploration of the historic downtown, the Port Washington ghost walkers trek up a block, away from the harbor and toward the courthouse.  There’s an alley along the way and soon after passing the opening, our resident skeptic summoned up the nerve to confide in the tour leader.

The term “Looked-like-she’d-seen-a-ghost” had never been so apt.  This poor soul was having an epiphany.  She fervently whispered to the tour leader, almost as though she were both afraid to say anything and equally afraid not to, that she was convinced that the group was no longer alone.  That someone — or something — had just joined them in their ghostly quest.

Sometimes, confession will tip the balance from being scared to something shared and less frightening.  Not so with this poor lady.  Once she admitted it out loud, the phenomena seemed to frighten her even more.  The more she talked about what she was feeling, the more unnerved she became.  Soon, she was exclaiming, “This is real!  I’ve never believed it before, but this is real!  There’s someone with us and this is real!”

Poor dear.

Her distress at being metaphysically aware of something was so overwhelming that the rest of the tour group quickly caught on.  Within minutes, it became necessary for the tour leader to gather the group and offer some calming thoughts.  Everyone banded together to comfort and reassure this lady who was beginning to question her own sanity.  After a short time in a circle, she was composed enough to continue.  Mostly.

For the rest of the downtown walk, she stuck to her tour leader like a sheet to a ghost.  He would occasionally hear  mutterings of her fear-tinged fascination at the experience.  She would glance over her shoulder to see… nothing.  Which seemed to frighten her even more.

By the end of the ghost walk, her friends were starting to rib her a little.  Her eyes were still pretty wide and there’s a good chance her heart rate was still a bit elevated, but she took it good naturedly.  As the tour leader was concluding he felt it important to check in, but there were no more words.  Just a shake of the head and one last whisper, “This is real.”

What will this Halloween bring?

Happy Haunts


Just When You Least Expect It…

A dark and stormy September day is perfect for an early autumn trail tromp in the North Kettle Moraine. Guaranteed to be muddy and solitary, it’s just us four, counting the dog, which Ron and I always do.

The point of the hour drive from Milwaukee is as much to get out as to get there.  Rainy days are great for adventures with friends.  Adam is the back-seat DJ and our black lab-mutt-mix, Elliott, alternates between hopping into the far back of the SUV and the vacant passenger seat.

Post hike, we’re happy and the dog is thoroughly soaked and muddy.  Rain-gear kept arms and midsections akin to dry.  Pants and shoes are soppy messes and guaranteed to steam up all the car windows.  Our spirits aren’t dampened in the least so I suggest a quick side trip to a nearby favorite, my self-proclaimed “most atmospheric cemetery in Wisconsin”, the Glenbeulah Graveyard.

I’d been there twice before so between the GPS and vague memories of the twisty dirt roads to where it’s hidden, we successfully navigate our way.  The Glenbeulah Graveyard is fittingly at the end of a dead-end road.  It looks like it’s been carved out of the woods and the trees are trying their best to re-take the hilly acre.

Earlier excursions to this Haunt Spot had been during bare bones winter and spring so this is a new season for me.  This time, I get to see Glenbeulah in all it’s leafed-out, crumbling glory.

We park just outside the gate and walk in.  To me, walking into this particular cemetery is like accidentally stumbling onto a horror movie set in the middle of no-where.  It’s so perfectly atmospheric.  The lanes are just wide enough for a small car – should you not have the fortitude to get out and walk.  It’s hilly and in places you can’t quite see over the rise.  This rainy, early autumn day is still mostly green with a few splashes of color.

The graves are fairly old – some dating back into the 1800’s.  The latest is from around 1970 or so.  There’s an air of disuse and many of the stones are broken off but I’m glad to see that some maintenance has been done since my last visit.  The grass is mowed, dead-fall branches are raked.  The fences around a couple of family plots are still rusty, but standing up more than laying down.

Almost all of the graves are within the cemetery proper – all but two.  We’d discovered these exiles on earlier visits and as Ron, Adam, Elliott and I near the trailhead, I cut across the graves and head in.  The trek is different than before.  The trail to these two monuments is now densely wooded on both sides so as soon as I step off, I’m neatly cut off from the rest of the cemetery.  I can see the monuments pretty quickly, so up I go.  At the top of the rise, there’s a huge pine tree and the two stones – one newer and one very, very old.  They’re both for the same family, so my impression is that the newer one was erected to replace the older one that had broken off, but they’d left the old one in place too.

I stop between them and, admiring the beauty of the woods and the day, I turn around with a smile on my face, ready to tell Adam about how we had discovered these two oddly segregated monuments.  I’m alone.  My companions are no-where in sight.  Neither had followed me but I had clearly heard footsteps on my heel as I walked along the trail.  The sound was so clear and distinct that I never questioned whether or not I was alone.

Perhaps I’m not.

I stand rooted with my hands over my mouth.  My giggling is an unnerving blend of delight, terror and sheer freak-outed-ness.  Holy Jason and Grant, Batman!  I just had an experience!  I tell people stories like this all the time and I just had one myself.

Just when you least expect it.

My three companions appear on the trail and, with the exception of the dog who doesn’t suspect but knows, I’m sure they think I’m a bit demented.  I’m babbling but manage to maintain some dignity as I relate what has happened.  Only just.  Perhaps.  Jury’s out.

Did I hear footsteps?  Was it an echo?  Sound does travel in odd ways in a hilly, wooded area.

Was this a paranormal experience?  By the strictest definition, yes.  It was definitely beyond the normal.

Am I freaking myself out?  Absolutely.  After all, that’s the fun part.

The rest of the meander is lovely and quiet.  Back exploring the cemetery proper, my eye is constantly drawn back to the trailhead.  Is that movement?  Do I hear something?  Where does that shadow come from?  One little paranormal experience and my imagination is in overdrive. I’m trying to be discreet in my ghostly glee and am failing miserably.  My fellow adventurers are kind enough not to taunt me overmuch.

It’s time to head home when we see the dog beeline for the car.   Back in Milwaukee, our feet are propped up in front of the fire and wine glasses are in hand.  A perfectly haunting autumn day.

Sweet Dreams,


Mad Town Frights

Madison, WI.  As if the recent political unrest in our capital wasn’t enough to give us nightmares…

This past weekend, my ghost hunting buddy and I got to scope out some Madison haunts and were rewarded in spades.  It was a gorgeous weekend.  Some rain on Saturday am and sunny and mild the rest of the day.  Tra-la-la!  Let’s see?  What kind of day shall we have?

Our spirits were already bubbling over the top in anticipation of this long awaited getaway.  She runs a child care center and is in the throes of big, scary career changes.  I’m dealing with thoughts of canine mortality and am uneasy about an upcoming trip to CA to hang out with my mom, who is in the advanced stages of dementia.  Joy.  Hey!  Sussing out some paranormal activity will be a relief.

When we get together, we are silly 10-year-olds.  Add a crusty apple fritter sugar high and the weekend is off to a grand start.  Heading into town, we do some giddy, serendipitous sidetracking to a series of yard sales – some of which are in yards in mini-mansions by the lake.  Lovely.  Several sales later, including the most delicious pair of $1 chandel-earrings, we get back on track.

Downtown Madison is a delightful hive of fresh fruit and veg activity at the ginormous farmers market surrounding the capitol.  Sated with people and puppy watching and lunch at The Old Fashioned and we’re ready for some haunts.

At this point in our haunted hobby, we’re not seeking to gather evidence of paranormal activity.  We might bring a camera (maybe) but it’s really all about getting to a place and scoping out how it makes us feel.  That’s all we got and it’s fun enough.

My buddy has put the surprise weekend together, so I don’t know where we’re going but boy do we know when we get there.  First destination, the old sanitarium and grounds – aka Sanitarium Hill.  What’s it like when we arrive?  Like going from 75 mph of giggly to the atmospheric pressure of impending storm clouds of doom.

The old building has been re-purposed by the county and is private property.  But, you have to drive through the lot in order to park by the trailhead for the nearby forest – which used to be sanitarium property and is now part of the park system.  You also need to walk through the lot and by the buildings in order to get to the cemetery.  So, without trespassing we still got to get plenty spooked.

I will cop to a stellar imagination.  When she and I get together, sometimes we feed off each other.  It’s part of the fun.  We’re often drawn toward the same unexplainable energies, but she picks up on totally different feelings and impressions than I do.  I suspect there may be a bit of personal baggage at play, but then those experiences help hone different senses in each individual and we are the sum of our experiences – and how we process them.

When we agree on an impression, it’s overwhelming.  And we overwhelmingly agreed about the sanitarium.  First, we got hit by the old crematorium, which we had to walk by to get to the cemetery.  (Handy, huh?)  Past the crematorium is the main building.  We’re walking, we’re walking, we’re walking… we’re looking back over our shoulders … Yep – we both agree.  There’s some ‘thing’ watching from one of the upper floors.  That’s what we feel.  Didn’t see anything.  I didn’t hear anything.  Just our impression.  Watching.  Might have been human at some point too, but the mortal coil was long shuffled off.  It felt more like a patient than a nurse or guard.  Watching, sick, envious and watching.

The vibe in the cemetery and on the paths in the woods beyond was the same – watching.  I personally felt more comfortable on the paths than she did.  The buzz from the cicadas was constant, so sudden noises were startling.  The paths lulled me into a such wee, small sense of security that when we had completed the circuit that began by the cemetery back to the trailhead, I wasn’t prepared for the intense onrush of impressions.  They hit when we walked out of the green and onto the pavement that led back to the crematorium.

Gone was the sense of being watched from behind.  It was in your face now.  Very scary.  Naturally, being a badger poker, I pushed into the sensation.  It didn’t recede, but then I wasn’t trying to get it to do so.  I did, however, want to cut it off before getting in the car to travel on, so I backed off before it got angry.

I know, this sounds so SyFy Channel silly.  It’s hard to explain.  I think I get in the “there are greater things in heaven and earth, Horatio” frame of mind when I’m in this sort of situation.  Who am I to try to explain or poo-poo it, so I tend to play it safe and follow my instincts.  What will it hurt?  My ghost hunting buddy isn’t going to make fun of me – after all, she’s doing the same thing.

(I found a very short YouTube video about an EVP captured at Sanitarium Hill.  Click HERE to get to it.  Enjoy!  )

Back in the car.  Wow.  Good job picking this place!  On to the next:  Forest Hill Cemetery.

Resurrection Cemetery is across the street from Forest Hill and you come to it’s entrance first, so its easy to think that it’s your destination.  Maybe the name changed.  Well, it’s a cemetery and the gps led us here, so let’s check it out.

It’s big, so we drive.  And we drive and drive and drive.  The most head-scratching thing about this cemetery is that we spot 4 burial vaults stacked above ground by a couple green Waste Management dumpsters.  Not something you see every day.

During the drive, we did notice that the cemetery is so big that it’s continued across the street.  Well, this has been a little ho-hum.  We got nothin’.  So much for the shadow people stories.  We’re here so we might as well check out the rest of it across the street.  We exit Resurrection Cemetery and wend our way to the most likely access point and voila!  Forest Hill Cemetery!  Well, cool!  Let’s see.

Oh Yes.

Night and day.  Forest Hill Cemetery has a distinctly different feel.  Just as we’re driving in, my buddy starts.  She’s heard something.  We stop talking.  Soon we both feel the draw.

It’s huge, so we drive – very slowly.  When we come to a fork, I’ll point and look at her and she nods confirmation that that’s the same direction she was feeling we needed to go.  Sometimes, she’ll just steer and then look at me while I nod agreement.  It becomes uncanny.

At one point, I ask her to stop so we can walk toward an area.  It’s as if the closer we get, the further way it flits.  But flits is an accurate description.  There’s so much shadow play, you can’t tell what’s real.  And the sensations are as elusive as shadows.  You can’t get near.

Eventually, we drive past the middle and toward the outer edges and the feeling dissipates.  Turning back in so that we can wend our way back toward the entrance, we’re no longer enticed from the periphery toward the center areas.  It’s not that the sensations have ceased.  It’s that we’re drained and a bit dizzy.  And lost.  We can’t find the entrance.  Great.  What’s that sound?  Golfers!  Yay, golfers!

In a happy twist, the cemetery road leads us to a golf course and we figure out how to get out from there.  While blessing our lucky stars I don’t ponder why a golf course and a cemetery would connect.  I think I’ll put it in the same head-scratcher category as the burial vaults stacked by the dumpsters.

Thumbs up.

I would go back to Forest Hill Cemetery to spend a bit of time.  I would not go back to the sanitarium.  If you’re into haunted spots, I highly encourage anyone visiting Madison to check them both out.

And, we do this because it’s fun!

Happy Haunts,


2010 in review

The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.

Crunchy numbers

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A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 5,000 times in 2010. That’s about 12 full 747s.


In 2010, there were 25 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 75 posts. There were 30 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 15mb. That’s about 3 pictures per month.

The busiest day of the year was October 19th with 73 views. The most popular post that day was Haunts in Ozaukee and Walworth Counties.

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were capercompany.com, facebook.com, blogsurfer.us, stumbleupon.com, and twitter.com.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for lamppost, happy old couple, white eagle, old couple in love, and haunted house pictures.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.


Haunts in Ozaukee and Walworth Counties November 2009


What’s Up With My Streetlight? November 2009


“The Thankful Ghost” November 2009
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Tonight’s the Night! The Latest on the Port Washington Ghost Walk

Hey Caper Company Fans!

This weekend is the Port Washington Ghost Walk.

If you’re considering doing the Walk-In thing, that’s super. The weather reports are better than I could have dreamed of, so come on by.

Here’s the latest availability:

Friday, October 29
Tour 1
6:00 – 12 spaces available – Updated 10:oo am Friday
7:00 – 16 spaces available – Updated 12:15 pm Friday

Tour 2
7:00 – 16 spaces available – Updated 12:15 pm Friday
8:00 and 9:00 – wide open

Saturday, October 30

Tour 2
7:00 – 5 spaces available
8:00 – 14 spaces available – Updated Saturday, Oct 30 8am
9:00 – 14 spaces available – Updated Saturday, Oct 30 8am

Sunday, October 31 (Happy Halloween!)
Tour 1
6:00 – 16 spaces available
7:00 – 10 spaces available

Tour 2
7:00 – 17 spaces available – updated Saturday, Oct 30 8am

8:00 - 18 spaces available

9:00 – wide open

Feel free to call me at 262-498-5777 before 5:30pm for the latest. After that time, I’ll be on a walk and won’t be able to answer.   If you want to go ahead and book a tour instead of walking in, the website is at http://capercompany.com/halloween2010.html

Launching a dream takes lots of good will and help and we all appreciate your support more than we can ever express. Remember, it takes a village to raise the dead!

Happy Halloween!


Newly Discovered Haunt Spots

This is what it’s all about.  In the world of paranormal travels, the holy grail, the golden goose, the ticket to Ghost Hunters Live is discovering a ghost story that no-one has heard of yet.

This moment may be brief, but it can be so bright. **

It’s practically guaranteed that from the time you tell someone about reports of paranormal activity to the time it shows up on the granddaddy of on-line listings, Shadowlands, will be split seconds.  The time from that post to the haunt being added to the exceptional Unexplained Research map is not even worth measuring.  Those folks are on top of it and we’re indebted.

Allow me to bask for a moment or two because that’s about all we’ve got.  Aaaaaannnndddddd….. Done.

We’ve got two, count ’em, two newly discovered Haunt Spots on our latest tour, “A Forlorn Phantoms to Floozies Caper”.  This tour is pretty eclectic.  It covers 2 very well known haunts and the 2 we sussed out just for you.  The tour takes you on a road trip north of Milwaukee, into Ozaukee County.

Digging into the rumors was so much fun.  All it took was a hint and off we went.  We talked to neighbors, dug into history, visited libraries, and generally poked around until we made nuisances of ourselves.  But, that’s what it took. Not only did we discover some rich ghost stories, but there were other pay-offs.

Pay-off 1:  We captured some interesting EVP’s at one of the new haunts.

Pay-off 2:  The people who manage the other location are going to let Haunt Spots Explorers poke around inside.

Bottom line pay-off:  Now it’s your turn.  We had our fun.  The stories are recorded and the Caper is up on the website. Grab a couple of friends and go check it out for yourself.  Just in time for Halloween.

Happy Haunts,

Susan Scot Fry


** Kudos and thanks to Rush for these lyrics.  Hey, go with the pros.


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