The first time I ever went on a ghost tour was in St Augustine, Florida, with my best friend Melissa. We got hooked on ghosts after watching a few episodes of Ghost Hunters and we made a pact to visit the top 3 haunted cities in America: St Augustine, Savannah, and New Orleans. The St Augustine tour seemed a little bogus to me at first. It was all just spooky stories of people that had died, no actual ghost sightings. We did finally get to see a shadow in the lighthouse, but perhaps that was just our overactive imaginations.

Our tour in Savannah was the complete other end of the spectrum. 

Our guide was a Savannah native, and he began the tour by telling us that he planned to live in Savannah for the rest of his life… and afterlife. He told us many of Savannah residents were those who had already passed on but who refused to move on. 

The first few houses he took us to were very old and very creepy. Melissa and I had already walked around the historic district in the daytime, and we were already creeped out by the houses. The storied our guide told only made them creepier.

At one house, the owner’s son was viciously attacked one night and left to die on the front porch. His father didn’t discover him until the next morning. They brought him inside and tried to take care of him, but his injuries were too critical and too much time had passed without medical attention. He died, and his ghost is rumored to still haunt the room he died in.

Another house supposedly killed its residents. One resident mysteriously died in his sleep. The autopsy listed his death as natural causes – his heart simply just stopped beating. The next resident’s autopsy plead suicide as the cause of death, seeing that the man had jumped off his balcony, but witnesses swore he was pushed by an unseen hand. Finally, a boy playing on the (flat) roof appeared to be pushed off by a gust of wind. The wrought iron fence surrounding the property impaled him. 

But by far the creepiest house we visited was 432 Abercorn. When we walked past it in the day, I saw a little girl in a grey dress, just sitting in the window, staring out at nothing. It was bizarre. When we came back with our tour guide, she was gone. I assumed she had gone to bed, that is, until the tour guide told us the house had not been occupied since a quadruple homicide some years ago. The only people who had entered the house since then were 4 students at Savannah College of Art and Design, who broke in to see if the rumors of the hauntings were true. One of them was never seen again.