Ride the Spooky Nighttime Halloween Graveyard Train
Ride the Haunted Halloween Graveyard Train
October 31 & November 1 – 5:30, 6:45, 8:00 & 9:00pm
Join us in Virginia City for a chilling ride through the haunted Comstock Lode! This Halloween, if you dare, we¡¯ll venture to the Gold Hill Graveyard to meet the Executioner.
The 4-mile, 40-minute journey between Virginia City and Gold Hill transforms into a spine-tingling adventure on October 31 and November 1, as haunted and trapped souls emerge under the cover of night. You’ll travel safely in open-air cars beneath the eerie glow of a crescent moon, where the wild west meets a spooky, Disney-like atmosphere. This is an evening you won¡¯t want to miss¡ªfilled with fright and a touch of magic.
Dress warmly for the chilly, high-desert air, and make sure to reserve your spot early as space is limited. Don¡¯t miss the V & T¡¯s Haunted Halloween Graveyard Train!
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