you guys wanna hear something shpooky

so i’ve done countless ghost tours in savannah georgia, one of the most haunted cities in america. the entire city is built atop the dead. several small cemeteries were moved but a lot A LOT of unmarked graves weren’t moved. so much so that every step you take in the city—

you’re stepping on a grave. the plantation of savannah had seven cemeteries and only one remains standing. the city is built atop the other six. okay that’s some ~background~ now onto the juicy stuff so bc i’ve been there so many times i have A LOT of stories, some of my own—

and some are either my dad’s or my grandpa’s stories. i’ve done ghost tours around the city and through most of the squares BUT i’ve also done tours and ~more~ in haunted houses we ready?

so im gonna skip the tours cause nothing really shpooky happened besides this one really wicked thing but thats a story for another time. but i highly recommend doing a ghost tour when you’re in savannah because the stories are crazy and you just HAVE to hear them for yourselves.

sorry i’m getting off track but okay there’s this house called the sorrel weed house in madison square and NO it’s not a marijuana house the house was built for francis sorrel but in 1859 henry weed purchased the house from sorrel. so that’s where the name comes from.

idk why i’m giving so much history but whatevs so ppl say that he had a supposed relationship with an enslaved woman on his property bc yes he was a slave owner. he had a courtyard separating the house and the carriage house where he had enslaved blacks live.

francis supposedly had an intimate relationship with one of them and his wife found out about the affair and was so distraught at francis’ betrayal that she jumped off of the home’s balcony. and now her spirit haunts the house and the courtyard below.

then like a week later the enslaved woman named molly had been found hanging from a rope in the center of her room where she and francis did the nasty and a lot of people like to say that she was murdered and that it was francis himself trying to hide his misdeeds but regardless—

molly is also said to be haunting the sorrel house.

and so history aside, i visited the house they gave a tour of the house including the sales quarters and at the end of the tour they played a clip of the sounds of molly literally screaming and begging for her life as she was murdered. so while it’s a myth, i believe that—

she was murdered. like i remember getting CHILLS hearing that video and being in the room it all went down was spooky in itself

okay so now we’re getting to the juicy stuff and the point to all of this ahahah so i did this tour with my dad, my brother, and my best friend at the time (lol dont ask shit went down the drain) and they showed us to every room except the upstairs cuz i think ppl live there ahah

there was this one room, i think it was the ballroom where there’s this FAT ass mirror. they were telling us about this mirror and how these two girls on a tour a while ago captured an entity in the photo behind them. and they passed around an ipad to show everyone and oh. my.—

fucking. god. that shit was spooky so you know me and my dad went and took a selfie to see if WE could capture anything lolol we didn’t but that’s besides the point. eventually we went down to the basement where a lot of medical procedures took place. this is where shit picks up

they toured the two main rooms before they let us go out on our own in the basement (and they had yet to let us explore by ourselves yet) and this basement is HUGE you guys. so in one of the rooms there’s this couch and the tour guide said that if you sit on the couch and take a—

picture, some ppl have said they’ve captured a figure sitting beside them. so you know us, me and my best friend had the idea for her to sit while i took the photo. and she had an iphone at the time and you know how on iphones they have live photo’s? well thank god for that—

because we fucking captured something. it’s this black foggy figure that you can see move off the screen from sitting on the couch right next to my friend, as if she disturbed it. and you don’t understand the chill that went through me ahah we instantly booked it out of the room

we really didn’t expect to see anything or capture anything, we were just goofing around so that still shocks me to this day. so carrying on with the tour, she FINALLY lets us go off on our own and my entire fucking fam left me alone and we all just went our separate ways and—

when i tell you i was scared to death, i was scared to fucking DEATH. there was weird vibes in the basement, vibes i didnt particularly enjoy but i still walked around. there was this one area behind the stairs where there was this hallway and then like another hallway sectioned—

off, idk it’s so mf hard to explain but basically there was this hallway lolol and it was lit up by this red light from who knows where lolol but i was all alone, no windows in sight, no one was around me LEMME JUST EMPHASIZE THAT

okay but more detail about this hallway it was like in the wall of another hallway if that makes sense? so there was a little walkway like a place for a door and then an open part of the wall where you can peek into this hallway idk that sounds so stupid but whatevs

so i was looking into the red lit hallway through the little open “window” on the wall and i see a dark shadow creep from the corner of the hallway and creep fast toward the other end of the wall toward me and then it vanished just as quickly as it came and when i tell you my—

heart dropped to my stomach and i stopped breathing- girl i actually wanted to die. i wasn’t even breathing when i peeked into the opening and stared down the hallway to see if anyone was there and there wasn’t. no one walked in or out. no one was around me.

i wanted to get the hell outta there but i did NOT want to turn my back to that hallway so me scared to death, heart not beating, and no sense of direction of how to get back, and no idea where the hell my fam is, i’m fucking speed walking around the stairs and my biggest—

fucking fear is being chased you guys. like i hate it. and at that moment i felt like something was following me. something was behind me. the. entire. time.

i’ve never felt fear like that in my life. so yes i will go down to the grave saying that there was absolutely no explanation no LOGICAL explanation that anyone could give me that could explain what the fuck happened that night.

okay goodnight i have another story (or more) tomorrow