A Night Among Ghosts

A Night Among Ghosts Hi! We’re Heather & Steve, exploring where history and the unexplained overlap. Ghost tours & paranormal adventures in St. Augustine, FL
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I’m usually the one you hear from on here, but Steve is always part of the story… whether he means to be or not.

Hello Midnight Post subscribers, you've got spooky mail on the way...The Midnight Post is making it's way to your mailbo...
06/13/2026

Hello Midnight Post subscribers, you've got spooky mail on the way...The Midnight Post is making it's way to your mailboxes. 🖤👻

We spent some time in Savannah, wandered a few favorite places, chased a little history, and celebrated a pretty big mil...
06/03/2026

We spent some time in Savannah, wandered a few favorite places, chased a little history, and celebrated a pretty big milestone... our son Keagan graduated from SCAD, Magna Cum Laude!

Some days are full of ghost stories and investigations.
Some are filled with family, road trips, and remembering to slow down long enough to enjoy the people you're making all these memories with.

The stories, the road trips, the strange little detours... they're all better because we get to share them together.

Back in St. Augustine now, at least for a little while.

Before backyard cookouts and long weekends, Memorial Day was known as Decoration Day.A day set aside to visit cemeteries...
05/25/2026

Before backyard cookouts and long weekends, Memorial Day was known as Decoration Day.

A day set aside to visit cemeteries, place flowers on graves, and remember those who never returned home.

In old photographs, you can still see it, families dressed in black, children carrying bouquets, rows of headstones lined with flags and fresh flowers beneath the spring sun.

There is something hauntingly beautiful about the tradition.
Not in a ghost story sort of way,
but in the reminder that remembrance itself becomes part of history.

Today, we hope you enjoy the day with the people you love.
But also take a quiet moment to remember the reason it exists at all.

The Matanzas Bay at sunrise.Quiet, peaceful, and beautiful... but the name Matanzas comes from the Spanish word for “mas...
05/22/2026

The Matanzas Bay at sunrise.
Quiet, peaceful, and beautiful... but the name Matanzas comes from the Spanish word for “massacres” or “slaughters,” tied to one of the darkest chapters in this city’s early history.

St. Augustine has always been a place where beauty and history exist side by side.
Golden light over waters that have carried soldiers, settlers, sailors and centuries of stories.
This weekend, while the city fills with visitors, music, boats, and late nights,
take a moment to remember those who served, those who were lost, and the layers of history places like this still hold.

And if you find yourself awake before the crowds, the sunrise over the Matanzas is worth it every time.

We've got the spirit(s) St. Augustine! 👻 Excited to be back on the show with Larry at WFOY Radio-St Augustine tomorrow m...
05/19/2026

We've got the spirit(s) St. Augustine! 👻 Excited to be back on the show with Larry at WFOY Radio-St Augustine tomorrow morning! 🖤

There is something strange about chasing family history long enough that the past starts feeling alive.While traveling t...
05/19/2026

There is something strange about chasing family history long enough that the past starts feeling alive.
While traveling through Virginia, We stopped at Historic St. Luke’s Church near Smithfield during golden hour. The church was closed for the evening, but the grounds were still open, quiet except for the light slipping through the old cemetery.

Near the church rests Joseph Bridger and Hester Pitt Bridger, my 11th great grandparents, along with twenty-three members of their family and household.
My 10th great grandfather is buried inside the church so we didn't get a chance to see his grave.

Steve and I keep finding connections in the records. Different branches. Different families. Different states. Yet somewhere deep in the past, the lines continue crossing over and over again.

The more we travel, the more it feels less like we are searching for history… and more like history has been quietly waiting for us to notice it.
Standing there in the fading light, surrounded by names that somehow led to both of us centuries later, it was hard not to feel the weight of just how connected the past really is.
We've always said this isn't our first lifetime together, and standing here together cemented that thought.

Time is ticking toward June’s Midnight Post. ✉️ If you’re new here, there’s something important to know…The Midnight Pos...
05/15/2026

Time is ticking toward June’s Midnight Post. ✉️

If you’re new here, there’s something important to know…
The Midnight Post was never meant to be just a ghost story newsletter.
And it was never meant to stay only in St. Augustine.

Some months may lead into haunted history.
Some may follow strange folklore whispered along southern backroads.
Others may uncover forgotten newspaper accounts, old family tragedies, cryptids, abandoned places, or moments that simply feel…off.

Every issue is built like a piece of old correspondence.
A story waiting in your mailbox.
Something created to be read slowly with the lights low and the world quiet for a little while.
June’s edition is already taking shape.
And trust us…
this road goes far beyond one city.

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After Virginia backroads, old cemeteries, hidden history, too many roadside stops to count, and a van full of stories… i...
05/15/2026

After Virginia backroads, old cemeteries, hidden history, too many roadside stops to count, and a van full of stories… it feels good to be home for a bit.
There’s just something about this place.

The salt in the air.
The sound of carriage wheels after dark.
The way the city glows when evening starts settling over the coquina walls.
We may wander often, but St. Augustine always seems to pull us back in.

A few experiences are quietly scattered across the calendar this season and for now, we’re simply happy to be home for a little while.

At Hollywood Cemetery, a cast iron Newfoundland keeps watch over the grave of little Florence Bernardina Rees, who died ...
05/13/2026

At Hollywood Cemetery, a cast iron Newfoundland keeps watch over the grave of little Florence Bernardina Rees, who died of scarlet fever in 1862 before reaching her third birthday.

It is said Florence loved climbing the Newfoundland statue that once stood outside a Broad Street shop. After her death, the iron dog was placed beside her grave so she could keep her companion forever.
But the deeper history surrounding the monument makes the legend feel even heavier.
Just behind the dog rest several of Florence’s first cousins from the same Rees family line. One of them, young Eddie Rees, also died of scarlet fever only weeks after Florence, at just five years old. In less than a decade, the family lost multiple children.
Our research suggests the statue was likely purchased by Florence’s grandfather. Standing there, knowing how much grief that family endured, it becomes hard not to feel the dog was meant to guard all of them.

Which may explain why people still whisper that the iron dog walks the cemetery at night, keeping watch long after the gates have closed.


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