Alexandria Ghosts Ultimate Dead of Night Haunted Ghost Tour

Limbs were once piled high in Alexandria’s streets, painted red with the blood of soldiers from multiple wars. The avenues ... reeked of copper and the salty taste of blood. Alexandria was not a pleasant town. What you see today, its picturesque glory, its hipster veneers, was once caked in tragedy, murder, and mayhem. Learn of its past, a past that tells the true tale of Alexandria’s history. 

You delight in things that go bump in the night and revel in spine-chilling tales of horror and haunting. You’re not the on ... ly one. Did you know that there’s a branch of tourism called Dark Tourism? It’s a whole community. Some folks like to go to the beach, some like to unwind looking at mountains, some like to skydive, or base jump off bridges, and some love nothing more than to take pictures of a serial killer’s house. You’re not alone. Collect a few more campfire thrillers on our tour of haunted Alexandria. Embark on a petrifying adventure with our tour guide and learn the spine-chilling secrets behind this beautiful city. 

Your blood turns to quicksilver, fast, mercury quick, hot, and bothered. Your heart is about to burst out of your chest. The ... hairs on the back of your nape stand up. Your brain goes into overdrive and floods your body with hormones – the type that forms connections, the sexy sort of connections. There’s a reason why horror movies have long been associated with date nights. There’s a reason why girls love bad boys. And boys go gaga for bad girls. We love danger; it’s instinctual.

Alexandria is just a couple of train stops from DC. Most folks that come to Port City came while they were vacationing and do ... ing the Capitol huddle. Well, sooner or later, you just need to get away from it all. You just need to unwind and get a fresh wind that’s not so political, not so heavy on the history, and not so red-white-and-blue. Alexandria is an outskirt town that takes you back in time to an era where alliances weren’t that forged and set in stone, when betrayals were an everyday occurrence, and where cutthroats and highwaymen roamed the streets.

Alexandria was George Washington’s hometown. The father of our independence, a man who had stones the size of Mount Everest ... , a man so full of grit that even the Reaper had to ask permission from him -  “Tis well,” his last words - roamed the streets of Port City when he was baking our independence in his brain. Learn a bit about his childhood years and what forged him into the titan he ultimately became.