This Halloween weekend, our family had the pleasure of hearing some of the local low country tales as they were meant to be told: by a local dressed as a specter, riding on a carriage through the 300 year old streets of Beaufort, SC. It was ghostly perfection.
Hunting Island State Park, getting faces painted, climbing to the top of a 122 year old lighthouse, and then, picking out the perfect pumpkin at Dempsey Farms, straight from the most sincere pumpkin patch I have ever seen, we were ready to be scared... so we headed into town for the 19th Annual Exchange Club of Beaufort's Ghost Tour.
During a renovation of a downtown hotel, a historian from USC had been asked to oversee the changes by staying on the premises during the construction. With all expenses paid, he jumped at the chance to experience history first hand. He only stayed one night. After being awoken time and again by crying in the downstair's parlor and finding no one there, his small professor's home on the USC campus looked much better.
Only one original house still stands on Bay Street with all the others lost in the great fire of 1907 that was started by boys sneaking a smoke too near bales of hay. With only a bucket brigade to fight the ever consuming fire, more than homes were lost.
We turned the first point corner and headed toward "The Castle." Built in 1859 by Dr. Joseph Johnson, it is said to be haunted by a small male ghost named "Pinky." Pinky likes children and many families who have lived in the home have scolded their kids for being too sleepy at the breakfast table. Finding their kids unable to go to school or out to play with other children, each parent discovered that their children had been kept up all night playing games with a "man" named Pinky. Soon after these nightly outings and subsequent stays at home, other children would fall ill with a current disease or infection, but "The Castle" children would be spared. Definitely the kind of ghost to have around!
On a backstreet of the Old Point, we venture by a home that was once a house of ill repute. Our guide warned us to hold on to our husbands or boyfriends as the Madam of the house still haunts the street looking for her next love. As I reached for Greg's hand, I amazingly smelled her perfume...
All ghoulishness aside, this was the best ghost tour I have ever experienced. There were people in character all along the ride, each one telling their personal and sad tale. There were a few surprises that I won't divulge; I've probably said too much already. Without a doubt, it was the best family Halloween outing we have ever had!
If you are planning for next year, check out the Exchange Club's 20th Annual Ghost Tour. All proceeds benefit CAPA (Child Abuse Prevention Alliance.)
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