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if you want to experience it come to work with me…

we have 3 ghosts in my building most active between 3 am and 5: 30 am( working class ,, they open doors that the guards have locked , i hear things walking upstairs in the locked HR and main business affairs offices in the middle of the night..after the cleaning people go home..doors opening and closing after all the lights are out and it’s just me alone in the building.

their is one angry one in the building across the street ( has knocked stuff over in the middle of the night rattles doors, ect..)
that is most active around 4 am
and their is a little girl ghost in the old school building ( the guards have seen her running down the hall and into artist cubes then dissipating..)
where the artist work
that shows up on occasion..

since i was 9, i have ben one of those lucky sensitive people . so i always have had at least one ghost or gardian hanging around..

first it was Danny.. i’m not sure but Danny was not human.. more of a fairy angel/daemon or other much older earth spirit….
he took the form as either a white horse, or , a boy in revolutionary dress….

. in college there was :

Emily and her aunt , in my dorm room.. i have a picture of them as an apparition somewhere.. i did find the orb though…

if you look closely the orb is partially behind my portfolio. which is inconsistent with dust on the lens.

then there was Josiah Muir on e of the many neighborhood ghosts in Savannah.

he hangs around Colonial park cemetery. lots of history there.

Joshia guided me to a lost cell phone just behind the cemetery one night..

also here if you look just to the right of the lamp post their is a figure standing there on the grass. and a closeup of the same .

then there was Ernest.
a British Amputee from the Spanish American War. that lived and died on the Island we lived on …

then there was Matts Mom, Alex after he passed away .

then 2 things , one like Danny , some misc spirit not human.

and we twice met pure evil..

there is no real explanation for pure evil i might save that story for Halloween…. it’s creepy. beyond creepy.

some people are naturally more “intune” then others .
some people give off a different “vibe” i would think there less likely to bother you it your not precived as a threat .

originally Ernest wanted us out of the house..
it wasn’t until he realized that both Matt and Me are sensitives that he befriended us, and it went from the “normal stuff going missing” or “chills in the room”. like feeling someone glaring at you. or getting those cold chills.. to after we just talked openly with him, he was actually quite helpful.

like if Matt needed a screw driver or something while working in the garage they would just appear with in reach.. stuff like that….

then again since their was a battle on that island, ther were tons of ghosts i have lots of stories. and Ernest became our guardian.. since those ghosts are still fighting the Spanish American /war, .

i think anyone can learn .. but it takes practice. Like when i do deep meditation, / lucid dreaming….

i have so many stories of Savannah so does Jamie. seriously you want a good tour, Cobblestone tours, the haunted pub crawl or the ghost walk are both excellent tours of Savannah, GA. we were friends with the owner and would tag along the rear to herd inebriated “guests ” out of the street. for Jamie.

but we had a few weird encounters . on nights i brought my camcorder or digicam.
stuff that gets picked up better using infrared.

oh and the square withjohn wesly monument also haunted , this has happened to several people me included the Ghost that haunts that statue presumed to be a poltergist.. turns off camera , it turn off my digi cam 3 times on approach if the camera was pointed to the ground it was fine, soon as i stepped on the raised brick steps sorounded the momunent camera when dead. turned back around popped right back on.. there is film pictures of a white mist encircling the statue or pictures of just the statues on rolls of film blacked or whited out.

so it happens a lot.

i could seriously write a book on my Savannah encounters .

i used to live at 1 johnny mercer.. but the island in question is just over the southern water. ..past isle of hope..and warrsaw

skidaway. wher the landing are .
ohh the stories i have of getting surrounded by gorilla minute men, when the fog rolls in and the golf cart inexplicably dies for no good reason.. ohh getting chills just rembering it.

then getting chased all the way home by shadows… seriously next time i’m in savannah i’ll show you things that are just beyond creepy.

Quote:

Oglethorpe assigned five families and six single men to Skidaway Island, and they built a small fort at the northern end of the island (later a fort would be built at the southern end of the island as well). The fort commanded the river, with one carriage gun and four swivel guns. Methodist founder John Wesley visited the area in 1736. Despite attempts to gain a foothold, by 1740, the island was abandoned when the pioneers were unsuccessful in farming the infertile soil. The next period of settlement was from 1754 to 1771, when 29 grants of land on Skidaway were issued to settlers who were to be more successful. An early grantee was John Milledge, who established the plantation Modena, which is believed to be named for the Italian town that was the seat of the silk culture, an early industry on the Georgia coast. His son, John Jr., became a U.S. representative and senator, governor of Georgia, and founder of the University of Georgia, then called Franklin College. Modena Plantation survived until the mid-1800s, and today is the site of the Skidaway Institute of Oceanography and University of Georgia’s Marine Extension Center. The Roebling family, whose great great grandfather engineered and built the Brooklyn Bridge, was one of the last owners of property. Locals still call the area Modena.

During the Revolutionary War, Skidaway saw a small skirmish when Patriots attacked and drove off a forage party of British Marines. Between the War for Independence and the Civil War, the area saw relative prosperity, with approximately 2,000 inhabitants and plantations producing cotton, indigo, corn, cattle, and hogs. During the Civil War, earthen batteries were established on the island to defend the southerners from northern attacks and the 4th Georgia Battery was posted here. (A battery can be toured on the Big Ferry Interpretive Trail at Skidaway Island State Park). With the success of the Union blockade in 1862, Skidaway was abandoned, and when the South lost the war and slavery was abolished, the plantations fell into ruin.

Black freedmen were the next to try their luck on Skidaway. These former slaves were assisted by the Freedman’s Bureau and Benedictine monks, the latter who established a monastery and school for black children near Priest’s Landing on the eastern side of the island. (Priest’s Landing is located at the end of Osca Road off of McWhorter Road.) A tidal wave in 1889 ruined the freshwater supply and farming failed from infertile soil and Skidaway was abandoned again. During Prohibition of the early 1900s, Skidaway became a prime bootlegging site because of its isolation. An abandoned still from this era is founded at Skidaway State Park on the Big Ferry Interpretive Trail.

In the war-torn, defeated rebel states, southerners had only their property and natural resources to climb out of poverty. The industrialized North had the financial and political advantage over its impoverished southern neighbors and used it across the South. Skidaway was no exception, and various northern interests gained control of the island in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. The largest of these, Union Camp (then called Union Bag and Paper Corporation) consolidated its holdings and used Skidaway for pulpwood production in the 1940s. By 1964, Union Camp had designs to develop residential property on the island, but Skidaway lacked a bridge that would provide easy access for cars. Union Camp offered to donate 500 acres to the state if Georgia would build a bridge to the island. Nothing came of this offer until 1967, when Union Camp donated 500 acres that became the site of Skidaway Island State Park. The bridge was built in 1971, and Union Camp subsequently developed the gated, residential golf community called The Landings, which today features six 18-hole golf courses.

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you really sure you want THAT story?

first off anyone here on base in hindsville?
i have 2 collaborators but i want to know if anyone else has encountered this “thing” because it lives on base,or near base ..
then when Matt was driving the perimeter Road on he came to the other place Shannon had described , an abounded artillery range , and just as the fog rolls in weird things start to happen.. supposedly people have gone missing from there but I’m not 100% sure how true that is.

Their are other 2 things that fit the same description one “guards ” a mansion off of one of the Savannah estuaries.. that story was from Shannon, and Matt had a similar encounter..

then the one i was their for was at the spot where , I-16 meets us-1 near a slaughterhouse….. and it chased us till I-95… this is the one i witnessed in person. and felt it behind us and in the truck. it give me shiverer’s just thinking about that night and weird things that happened ,

edit: i went back in my blog to find the reference this happened around (10. December 2003, )

ok from that map..

you see the off ramp coming east bound ?

well Matt had to pee on the way home from Atlanta to Savannah .
it was getting near dusk but still twilight.

we pulled off the ramp in his S-10 on to county rt 46.

we went down to about the bend since their is nothing at that exit. .. he found a bush.

soon as we got off the ramp i started getting chills and told him i didn’t feel right.

he went to relive him self and i just keep getting this feeling something was WRONG. like their was a nasty thing watching us .

after Matt had done what nature had called him to do he started getting the same sensation and we decided it was time to get going.

we turned around and got back on I-16 east bound.

with in minutes , weird stuff started happening, we still felt like we were being watched . and then the truck started acting funny.

as i looked out the window we passed the slaughter house. this is the area that always gave me the willies when we drove by even in day light but i hadn’t realized that we were at that place since it’s on the east side of us-1.

any way .
i noticed the truck was speeding up.

keep in mind this is and S-10 with the governor set to like .94.

any way . i’m looking at Matt and telling him,” be carfull it’s creepy but we don’t have to speed…” but before i can say any thing , he is white as a ghost.

his foots off the gas and on the brake.. but the truck kept speeding up.

at this point . i “see” in the back of my mind, this thing following us…

it was just .. evil

it was black, and toothy, it had antlers or horns and big bat wings …. just think big and scarry.

so the truck is probably doing, about 140( well fast ) at this point.
matts hitting the breaks , their is no effect.

then , after , 5 minutes or so.
it drops to 55.

and he is hitting the gas and breaks and again no response.

this thing is still tailing us it just feels like a heavily looming presence and it’s pissed…
no amount of warding I’m doing is having any reel effect, and at this point I’m doing my best just to throw up shields …. i wasn’t expecting this so i didn’t have anything. no salt no wards . and we were freaking.

then the electric goes wonky.
first the radio goes on and the wiper blades by themselves ..

then all the electric in the truck cuts off. we are still on the road , not in full control of the truck. trying to remain calm. by some mirical we never “lost control” just speed and electric and kept acting up.

then things started appearing in front of us.

first Matt got the control of the truck back . what ever the thing was it toyed with us for an hour…..

so. Matt has control of the truck is about to use gas and breaks . we just want to get home at this point. afraid to stop.

GA
and things seem to have returned to normal for about 10 minutes .
then a truck tire like a semi tire that throws the tread appeared in the middle of the road ..

Matt went to swear to avoid it but literally 10 feet from hitting it it just vanished .
like it was their we both saw it.
then it was just gone.

a few minutes latter same thing happed this time with a card board box .

that looked to be square , brown card board , about. 3 feet wide and tall.
again was right their then vanished when we should of hit it.

this when on until we crossed over I-95.. then it felt like the pressure that was pushing down disbursed …

my advice is NEVER DRIVE I-16 AT NIGHT. that was the last time we did it and any time after we sped past that area and has wards in the car .

that was the worst one …

ther are 2 more encounters that Shannon told of
. i honestly have wondered if those things have anything to do with the swath that Grant.. or was it Sherman…. burned through GA after he burned Atlanta.. Southerners help me out here. if you know a map of that area but i have been told that a 60 mile wide swath of land from Atlanta onthe way to Savannah was burned then spared the city, and gave it Lincoln as a gift for Christmas..
i suppose it would be about the right time of year if what ever it was was agitated in the dark months..

whos readt for another ghost story..

pick one :

red hands …( SCAD)

the family in my dorm room. .. the snoring man and the rest of the story—– related to red hands (SCAD)

misc SCAD ghost stories—– as told to be from various firsthand accounts

the study….( NY, 4-H camp)

quarters don’t fly… ( NY, 4-H camp)

the taping… (SCAD final project)

lightning… (at home in NY)

the jersey devil comes to upstate NY….

a little calor jingles. and i feel him brush against my leg…( Savannah, the landings )

mom where are the paper towels… .( Savannah, the landings )

pillars , as told by Jamie… .( Savannah, colonial park cemetery )

a haunted night at the gazebo #1..

and #2.—- .( Savannah, the landings ,same thing happened twice.)

the tale of the guarded mansion—, as was told to us by Shannon, an abandoned mansion on the esturery,( related to:” the evil of I-16″)

the beast of Ft. Stewart , as related by Matthew and Shannon.on separate occasions.

oh them lest see…

haunted Kingston NY:

the old Dutch Church…… when the clock strikes 13.
the Husk of the Mission…
Ghost trains , of the upper Hudson valley..

the poltergeist of Port Ewen.

I look at this list and realize i really need to write a short stories book about these things.

and a lot of the ones that “pratice” are using some BS made up system they culled from watching to many horror flicks.. or if they do pick up a book at the library. it ends up being either Crowley, or they skip any thing of value that is need to know… like CLOSING A CIRCLE, banishing , and the” top 10 reasons why demon summoning” is not a good idea..

then we have messes on our hands.

seriously. some of the crap i’ve heard coming out of these kids mouths. it’s misguided stuff that happens when you play lets watch too many horror flicks and believe every thing we see in Charmed or Xena, or what ever is the current popular thing.. at least Sabrina was generally good natured .

but magic doesn’t happen like that. their is no snap your finger poof stuff.. it always more subtle.. more of an inner journey. and awakening ….
really if you want to learn the art , please get a mentor, preferably a Hereditary Witch( learned from mom who learned from mom, and so on..)