As our group gathered, the full moon rose through the hazy night sky.  The light of the  moon’s reflection rippled in the waves and the only sound to be heard was their gentle crashing against the shore.  With a cool breeze blowing off the water,  the eerie atmosphere was perfect for the ghost walk we were about to begin.  We walked the nearly deserted streets learning the history and stories of supposed hauntings, from ghosts of Spanish sailors centuries ago to the more recently departed rich and spoiled of Palm Beach.   Although we came up empty on our search for spirits, it was easy to imagine how someone might convince themselves of their existence in such a ghostly setting.

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