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Since you are asking for Ste. Genevieve stories, here's mine:
I accompanied a fourth-grade class on their Missouri History field trip to Ste. Genevieve on October 11, 2007. We visited several of the historic homes that offer tours, the Memorial Cemetery and the Catholic Church. It was one of those weird 90-degree days with all humidity and no breeze when it should have been about 70, and periodically, I'd hear the kids comment
about the heat and how they wished the homes had some A/C.
One of the students (who I will call GM, and is also one of my Sunday School kids) had recently broken his leg, and was on crutches, so we lagged behind the group on several occasions so he could rest, then we'd catch up. The tour guides at all the houses were really accommodating and would let us visit a room after the large group had gone through, because it was difficult for GM to navigate in those close quarters.
At the Bolduc house, the last room on the tour was a secondary bedroom at the corner of the house facing a street. GM and I went inside after the group passed through and came back out. There were large portraits hanging
on opposite walls. No sooner had I stepped up close to inspect the one on the left-hand side of the room when I felt a bold chill run down my spine. GM made a strange noise of surprise and I looked over at him. He was looking at the other portrait and had goose bumps running up his arms.
"I feel really creepy," he announced in a quiet voice, and he came closer so he was nearly bumping into me. It didn't take a genius to see that this kid was afraid. "Can we please go and just tell the teacher that we looked at
all the stuff in here?"
"It'll be okay," I told him and put my hand on his shoulder, guiding him toward the door. "We're leaving now." I don't know how to explain this, but it got DARK in that room, or like a large shadow enveloped the whole
place. A very cold breeze blew through the room, strong enough to blow my hair into my eyes. I've experienced events like that before--either alone, or with others--but I've never actually SEEN darkness falling around me. It was more than unsettling.
GM's eyes were wide and his poor little face was pale. "Too creepy," he said, but he wasn't moving.
I kept my hand on GM and I repeated the Lord's Prayer silently because it seemed that my voice was gone. The darkness lifted as suddenly as it fell. We quickly exited. Outside it was toasty warm in stark contrast to the chilled room we'd just left.
GM refused to go inside the other buildings, so we sat on a couple of old porches while the group toured the homes.
Only when we were in the old Catholic Church, where he declared that we were on "holy ground," did he ask what was going on there at that house and why he felt so afraid over what he called "nothing." He said his grandma
believes in ghosts, and was that a ghost? I didn't have a good answer, although I suggested he tell his grandma about it later.