Seminar, Signing, and Ghosts?

Last night I was at the Coweta County African American Heritage Museum. There I did a brief talk about publishing for new or unpublished authors with my fellow writer, friend and publisher eTreasures), Vickie Kennedy.

We had a great time talking about many different aspects of writing, including formatting a manuscript, editing, where we get ideas, characters (and when your characters talk to you), and even the ugly side to publishing - the scams.

The attendees were appreciative of us sharing our knowledge and we enjoyed spending the time talking about something we love - writing!

Of course because the building was old, I couldn't help myself, I had to know if they had ghosts (once a ghost hunter, always a ghost hunter - or is that more like curiosity killed the cat. . .?!)
Anyway the museum curator told us that the only thing odd that has happened to her was that the front door occasionally blows open.
While that isn't odd on my 'spook-o-meter,' the next fact had my skin pricking. She then told us that she was surprised that she didn't have more ghostly activity because across the paved lot lies an old slave cemetery with over 20 unmarked graves!
Upon Vickie's suggestion, I go plodding across the street in the utter darkness in search of these graves.
Then it dawns on me. . .
I'm breaking a bunch of 'The Rules of Ghost hunting'. Hmmm . . .
I'm alone, wearing heels, no lights of any kind on my person, only a camera and car keys in hand, late at night, and the kicker. . . searching for unmarked grave sites (especially in the dark, how would I know I found one, if it's unmarked?).
Now, I don't know about you, but it then seemed like I didn't need to be there at that time. So, all of that added to me taking a few quick shots of trees with leaves covering the ground in the absolute pitch black -and me high-tailing it out of there.

I will have to return under more reasonable circumstances (ie: with a flashlight, in sneakers, with a hunting buddy, and ready to do research and such).