“Now before we get started, I like to know where you are on the paranormal.”
Ellen and I are sitting with our tour guide, Pepper. She asks us if we’ve ever had experiences (maybe) and if we believe (yes). Then she gives us a lesson on orbs—illuminated circles that show up in photographs—showing us a collection of images captured by her, acquaintances, and individuals on her tour.
“If it looks like a maze or has a face in it, it’s not a spirit,” she says, noting that dust, moisture, and bugs cause orbs. With our new found knowledge in tow we walk downtown Asheville and I try my hand at catching spirits with my flash. Pepper’s stories range from mild to chilling, including Depression-era suicides, murder, and an unsolved child disappearance. I use my camera and quickly learn that attempting to catch spirits in the dark means blurred, non-pretty shots. But not too far into the tour orbs start to show, starting at the Basilica of St. Lawrence.
Before we walk away I say “one more shot,” to which the spirits were apparently listening.
Later, outside an abandoned building in the middle of renovation, I capture a bizarre series of shots.
“You got something!” Pepper declares when I show her.
I should feel accomplished. Instead, uneasiness settles in.