Justin’s eyes scanned the over-priced tour guide book he had picked up at some souvenir shop in the French Quarter, his fries abandoned while he read about the different hauntings of New Orleans. He was in awe of all the different locations and the histories behind them. Once he had gotten to the interesting excerpt about the Blacksmith Shop Bar, he had to ask the nearest person to him, "So, imagine you are sitting at a bar. Would you rather see a pirate ghost, a ghost of a woman in black, or a ghost with red eyes staring back at you?”