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Savannah Simmers with Spirits
- By Linda Kessler
- Published 04/6/2011
- Full Body Apparitions
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Linda Kessler
I have devoted my life to having an open mind, especially regarding the supernatural. As a news correspondent for a small news publication developing stories is a normal event, although, attempting to describe a recent paranormal experience has been a challenge. as still people question the truthfulness of its content. As a full time professional, I have a story that will give anyone a chill up their spine.
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What was to have been an enjoyable meeting of two of College friends who planned their first girl only vacation to relax turned into a horrific experience that neither of us will easily ever forget. Planning forward 6 months we excitedly decided on the historic section of Savannah, GA to rejuvenate as we could stroll the cities 22 public squares, shop at City Market, and walk the famous River St. Two old friends, together again, to catch up on each others lives, our first trip away.
With a destination like Savannah, you cant help but to notice the ghost tours, sample a praline, or stroll the area's most unique streets and parks. Looking in awe at the live Oak Trees with their mystical moss hanging high over its visitor's below. The park squares alive with color, musicians, and story tellers.
Horse and carriages carrying visitors who have a thirst to learn a little more about such an interesting city. Black Vans, Hearses, Walking tours, all promising to thrill and frighten.
By far, the most horrific place that was unplanned was the Bed and Breakfast that we would be staying the next several days. Referred to as the Victorian Section of town, the home was very old, and going through a renovation. A small slave quarters still stood in its rear yard, the paint all but peeled off. The brightly colored flowers of the homes landscape hid the truth of what was about to unfold. No matter how beautifully the homes decor looked, the space was missing an element, warmth. A Steep staircase lead to the upstairs, whereas 3 bedrooms were located. 2 were vacant the other occupied by a couple who planned to get married. Having the choice of which one I wanted, I selected the larger of the two, feeling a bit selfish that I did. Once, in having taken occupancy, I changed my mind. The room felt alive with presences, just couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Three doors... one, leading into the room, another with only a sink, with the third leading to a renovated bathroom. The bathroom had 3 doors in it as well leading to the Inn keepers quarters, the bedroom, and the hall. Moments after the ritual of unpacking I still continued to wish that I had not chosen this room as it had an indescribably feeling of being monitored from within its frame work. The corner of the room had the most unpleasant feeling about it that I had difficulty passing it while needing to use the bathroom. A negative energy, very uneasy, chilled room with no evidence of why there was portals of cold air coming from nowhere. My first night in this room called Azalea, I had difficulty sleeping, therefore, decided to leave the old chandelier on to be my night light. Eventually, the hands of the clock passed 1:00 a.m., I had finally begun to drift off, but not for long. I was falling to the floor from this unusually high poster bed. Thinking how I had narrowly missed hitting my head from a marble mantle next to the beds wall. My half asleep mind allowed me to rationalize, its ok you just rolled out of bed, or did I? Needing to get some rest, I went back to sleep.
The next evening, didnt get any better, the first night was only an appetizer, as the main course still had not been served to me. I had decided to photograph the room, to add to the digital photography I was collecting
of the area. Opening my cell phone camera, so I could forward a picture home, I carefully scanned for light, when the viewfinder adapted to the light conditions, in clear vision appeared a full body apparition. A girl, perhaps, 7 years old, young in any case with long brown hair. Looking over the camera's screen, there she stood, emotionless, statue like, but there she stood , a child, in the corner, peering at me. Our brain is so complex, I didn't want to believe it, I looked back and forth to rationalize if it was really so? An eternity passed, at least 15 seconds, and she was still there, unafraid, it was her home, not mine. Hoping she would just vanish, I closed the phone. Only seconds later, I opened it back up, contemplating that she would be gone. She was not gone, she remained in the same corner, although, now she was joined by yet another ghostly figure. This I thought was not an optical illusion, she was still there, but this time with a mans face above her, joining her he appeared to be floating. Still the breezes blew from no apparent source.
This was it, the reality of my fright, it was real, so I ran across the hall. Being very careful to control my wild panic and not to wake the guests who were to be married the following day. My friend saw my face, my words were short and gasped, she looked at me, waiting for me to say, I was just kidding but those words would never be said. Within moments she joined me, my unwilling witness, who could verify all that had happened. I desperately needed confirmation, proof, that someone other than myself had seen it too.
She tried to assure me that there was nothing in the room. So, when she looking through the camera, to prove her point out from now where appeared the little 3 foot girl, she revealed herself, and moved rapidly toward my friend until she was standing within 3 inches of her. I stuttered, "We need to get a photograph, snap the picture," my friend attempted to take a picture.. like magic, the camera became blocked and the screen turned instantly black. Rushing and attempting to mute our screams. It was real beyond a doubt, but still I needed to gather my suitcase, my tooth brush, yet still I had to Psyche myself out to go back into the haunted room. Before I could enter with the door wide open, rushed a black vapor directly in front of me going effortlessly through the wall behind the door. I literally bounced in and bounced out almost as fast as the dark smoke had. We spend the night in the other room across the hall, my friend had to share her room with me, but at this point she really didnt mind. We discussed much of what happened, comparing notes of what happened on this inconceivable ghostly sighting.
Without having the luxury of a rested night, the two of us descended down the homes staircase to eat breakfast, then patiently waited for the other couple to leave the table. We detailed to the inn keepers what a frightening night we experienced, To our shock without hesitation the owner said, "Oh you must have met the little girl with the long brown hair,"
The was enough, although, she seemed completely comfortable with this supernatural event, we did not. Our stay was shortened as we needed to have a more restful stay and a more boring place to finish out our trip.
We headed back to Florida, where my friend has been a resident the last few years. We talked a lot about what happened, but decided to chalk it up to our first eventful girls trip that we will be able to share with one another for the rest of our lives.
With a destination like Savannah, you cant help but to notice the ghost tours, sample a praline, or stroll the area's most unique streets and parks. Looking in awe at the live Oak Trees with their mystical moss hanging high over its visitor's below. The park squares alive with color, musicians, and story tellers.
Horse and carriages carrying visitors who have a thirst to learn a little more about such an interesting city. Black Vans, Hearses, Walking tours, all promising to thrill and frighten.
By far, the most horrific place that was unplanned was the Bed and Breakfast that we would be staying the next several days. Referred to as the Victorian Section of town, the home was very old, and going through a renovation. A small slave quarters still stood in its rear yard, the paint all but peeled off. The brightly colored flowers of the homes landscape hid the truth of what was about to unfold. No matter how beautifully the homes decor looked, the space was missing an element, warmth. A Steep staircase lead to the upstairs, whereas 3 bedrooms were located. 2 were vacant the other occupied by a couple who planned to get married. Having the choice of which one I wanted, I selected the larger of the two, feeling a bit selfish that I did. Once, in having taken occupancy, I changed my mind. The room felt alive with presences, just couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Three doors... one, leading into the room, another with only a sink, with the third leading to a renovated bathroom. The bathroom had 3 doors in it as well leading to the Inn keepers quarters, the bedroom, and the hall. Moments after the ritual of unpacking I still continued to wish that I had not chosen this room as it had an indescribably feeling of being monitored from within its frame work. The corner of the room had the most unpleasant feeling about it that I had difficulty passing it while needing to use the bathroom. A negative energy, very uneasy, chilled room with no evidence of why there was portals of cold air coming from nowhere. My first night in this room called Azalea, I had difficulty sleeping, therefore, decided to leave the old chandelier on to be my night light. Eventually, the hands of the clock passed 1:00 a.m., I had finally begun to drift off, but not for long. I was falling to the floor from this unusually high poster bed. Thinking how I had narrowly missed hitting my head from a marble mantle next to the beds wall. My half asleep mind allowed me to rationalize, its ok you just rolled out of bed, or did I? Needing to get some rest, I went back to sleep.
The next evening, didnt get any better, the first night was only an appetizer, as the main course still had not been served to me. I had decided to photograph the room, to add to the digital photography I was collecting
This was it, the reality of my fright, it was real, so I ran across the hall. Being very careful to control my wild panic and not to wake the guests who were to be married the following day. My friend saw my face, my words were short and gasped, she looked at me, waiting for me to say, I was just kidding but those words would never be said. Within moments she joined me, my unwilling witness, who could verify all that had happened. I desperately needed confirmation, proof, that someone other than myself had seen it too.
She tried to assure me that there was nothing in the room. So, when she looking through the camera, to prove her point out from now where appeared the little 3 foot girl, she revealed herself, and moved rapidly toward my friend until she was standing within 3 inches of her. I stuttered, "We need to get a photograph, snap the picture," my friend attempted to take a picture.. like magic, the camera became blocked and the screen turned instantly black. Rushing and attempting to mute our screams. It was real beyond a doubt, but still I needed to gather my suitcase, my tooth brush, yet still I had to Psyche myself out to go back into the haunted room. Before I could enter with the door wide open, rushed a black vapor directly in front of me going effortlessly through the wall behind the door. I literally bounced in and bounced out almost as fast as the dark smoke had. We spend the night in the other room across the hall, my friend had to share her room with me, but at this point she really didnt mind. We discussed much of what happened, comparing notes of what happened on this inconceivable ghostly sighting.
Without having the luxury of a rested night, the two of us descended down the homes staircase to eat breakfast, then patiently waited for the other couple to leave the table. We detailed to the inn keepers what a frightening night we experienced, To our shock without hesitation the owner said, "Oh you must have met the little girl with the long brown hair,"
The was enough, although, she seemed completely comfortable with this supernatural event, we did not. Our stay was shortened as we needed to have a more restful stay and a more boring place to finish out our trip.
We headed back to Florida, where my friend has been a resident the last few years. We talked a lot about what happened, but decided to chalk it up to our first eventful girls trip that we will be able to share with one another for the rest of our lives.