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31 Days of Spook – Mom’s Ready
Mom’s ready for tonight. She has her costume complete. She even went and got her a pedicure. She’s ready for the big time.
Are you going out tonight? Are you dressing up? Do tell – I need details my friend.
Us – we will probably visit Nana up the street and perhaps the neighbors. Then it’s back to the Haunted Hotel Thompson – snorts. That’s where we will pop some corn, watch some scary movies and then shake/shiver together in fright.
Whatever you do, ya’ll be careful tonight and have some fun!
31 Days of Spook – Savannah, Georgia
Y O U M A D E I T!
I am so proud of you my blogville friends. You made it each and every day throughout my 31 Days of Spook. I am really quite impressed here. I have tried to bring you stories of horror – stories of ghosts and ghouls – and stories that make you listen to every bump in the dark night. I’ve had a lot of fun and I hope that you have as well.
For Halloween – the day of all spook days – I had to think hard about what to share with you. Mom and dad helped me by reminding me of a story at their true love – Savannah, Georgia.
One of the must things to do in Savannah if you have never done it is to take a stroll through downtown at night on a haunted ghost tour. There are walking tours, horse and buggy tours or even a hearse tour if you dare.
Many moons ago, mom/dad went with my mom’s sister and her daughter, my little niece Savannah. Nice name huh? Savannah must have been about two and they decided to do a night time horse and buggy haunted ghost tour. It must have been scary too because little Savannah stayed camped out inside of mom’s hoodie the entire horse and buggy tour.
One of the last places on the tour was a little house called the 17 Hundred 90 Inn and Tavern. It’s a quaint little place, not so scary during the day but a night – chills. The 17 Hundred 90 Inn and Tavern is located at 306 East President Street, Savannah. The bottom floors have a restaurant and bar area while the upper floors have 14 suites in the inn. It has a long history of untimely death and ghosts. It was originally built in 1820 and is one of the oldest buildings in the Savannah area.
The most paranormal activity revolves around poor sweet Anna who fell from the window of room 204. There are many stories about poor Anna – we really don’t know which one is the truth.
One story states that she was married to the designer of the home, Steel White, who died in 1790 in a tragic riding accident. Anna fell in love with a German sailor who went off to sea and promised to return but never did. Anna found out that she was pregnant and realized that the German sailor never meant to return. In despair, she jumped to her death from room 204.
Another story similar to the one above with Anna has Anna being a servant at the inn instead of being married to the designer of the home. The end is the same result though, her untimely death.
People have reported the ghost of poor Anna leaning over them while they sleep in room 204. Other stories are of Anna caressing men’s cheeks and as they wake they see Anna crying and then jumping to her death out the window. Items are also often reported missing – wallets, jewelry, keys – all of which are later found mysteriously in a planter or behind a shelf.
Stories were so rampant at one point in room 204 that the 17 Hundred 90 Inn and Tavern required any patron staying in the room to sign a waiver stating they would not request their money back should they not stay the entire night. Nowadays, it is no longer required because most people wanting room 204 are hoping for a little ghost sighting of poor sweet Anna.
So this story was told on horse and buggy ride late at night through the streets of Savannah. Mom, Dad, my Aunt Tina and two year old niece Savannah who was taking up shop under mom’s hoodie. The mood was set. It was dark, a little misty. All you could hear was the clickey-clack of the horses feet, an occasional snarl from the horse and the soft tale of Anna coming for the tour guide. That’s when my niece Savannah decided to poke her head out to the world and say in her little child like voice, “Poor Anna”.
So do you believe in ghosts, spooks and things that go bump in the night? Do you have a little adventure still left in you? Want a weekend trip at a haunted inn – I’ve heard that the 17 Hundred 90 has open reservations…. if you dare my friends.
Mouse Girl at Her Finest!
Mouse Girl – all in her finest in this picture. She is totally blown away these days. I would like to say that it’s from my 31 Days of Spook. But I would be lying. I think it’s because of the puppy – Houdini – here in the house. He is a puppy and he is keeping ALL of us on our toes, paws and hooves. He has so much energy! Oh dear piggy heavens does that kid have ENERGY! We are praying for the ‘puppy’ stage to be over. You know… the constant energy, the teething, the constant ON GO with five minute power naps.
Well my friends – ya’ll have a great day. I’m going to take me a nap while I can!
Psst – Mom’s Food Blog
Hey ya’ll! Mom has another food blog up and ready to go today. I’m not sure I agree with dad’s choice of food at this restaurant… or mom’s 😦 But hey, don’t forget to mom some support. Thanks my friends! Click on the link here to take you to mom’s blog. I have to admit the pictures look yummy – snorts
31 Days of Spook – Picture Submission
Hello my friends. Have you enjoyed my 31 Days of Spook this year? Have you been frightened beyond belief? Are you listening to every little bump in the night? Are you sleeping with a nightlight yet? Snorts. Today, we have a guest picture submission. Just a little something that was submitted by my close friend Ray Laskowitz. Do you know Ray? If not, you really need to check out his web page here. He has the most awesome and beautiful pictures.
Ray submitted a picture that was taken in Old Kenner which is just up the street from New Orleans. Was it photoshopped or how much was photoshopped?. You’ve read some pretty wicked stories this month on my blog with some of them based in New Orleans. We’ll just let you decide on the picture okay my friends.
31 Days of Spook – Myrtles Plantation
Hello my little horror fans. Thank you for staying with me during this 31 Days of Spook. Today, let’s talk about haunted houses.
When I think about the most haunted house here in the United States, the first one that always comes to mind is the Myrtles Plantation in St Francisville, Louisiana. Today, it’s a quaint little bed and breakfast. But before, there was an ugly past that took place that made it the spook fest that it is today.
Back in the day of plantations, there was a despicable thing that southern plantation owners did and that was called having slaves. It was a horrible act to ‘own’ another person just because of the color of your skin. Thank goodness that those days are long behind us and we have progressed to the point of not ‘owning’ someone ever again.
But back in the day of the Myrtles when Mark and Sara Woodruff owned the plantation, they had many slaves, one in particular was Chloe. Chloe was caught eavesdropping on a conversation of the Woodruffs. For punishment, one of Chloe’s ears was cut off and she wore a green turban to hide it. Chloe, to say the least, was very upset over having one of her ears cut off.
In order to get even, Chloe baked a birthday cake containing the extract of boiled and reduced oleander leaves, which are extremely poisonous. Her plan was to make Mr. Woodruff sick but it backfired. Only Sara Woodruff and her two daughters ate the cake and all three of them died from the poison. All of the other slaves were very upset over Chloe doing this and supposedly they hung Chloe and then threw her body into the Mississippi River.
To this day when the circumstances are just right, you can see Chloe wearing her green turban walking through the Myrtles Plantation or the grounds. And, if you look closer, you can see the Woodruff children playing on the front porch just like they did when they were alive.
And there are rumors about a mirror in the plantation. Shivers. This one had my fur standing straight up on edge. Back in the day, when there was a death in the family, people covered all of the mirrors in the home. Perhaps with everything going on with Chloe and the three deaths, a mirror that hangs in the foyer got forgotten. It’s rumored that this mirror holds the spirits of Sara Woodruff and her two children. So if you are visiting the plantation and primping in this mirror, give it a close look. You might see some little hand marks on the glass.
But let’s now stop here with Chloe. There are still others that haunt the plantation. The house itself is reported to be built over an Indian burial ground. Legend is there is a ghost of a young Indian woman that can be seen around the grounds.
And during the Civil War, the house was overtaken by Union soldiers. It’s claimed that there were three soldiers killed in the house in the doorway. There in the doorway is a blood stain where the three soldiers were killed roughly the size of a human body that will not come clean. Legend states that people that try to use a mop or broom on that one particular area are unable to push the mop or broom in that one spot.
Have you had enough of this plantation yet? Is your fur standing on edge? Let me end with one more story of the Myrtles Plantation.
There is also the ghost of William Winter. He was shot on the front porch of the plantation. He came back inside and crawled up the stairs to the 17th step where he collapsed dead in his wife’s arms. Often, you can see a ghost walking or crawling up the stairs and disappearing on the 17th step. Doesn’t this make you want to go ghost hunting now?
Where has Bashful been?
Snorts – that’s my rock. Give Bashful and inch and he hightails it to an all girls school. Like father like son huh? Snorticles and rolls around laughing! XOXO – Bacon
Greeting loyal readers and fellow maremmas. Where has Bashful been? Well, would you believe he managed to hitch a ride off to sister’s boarding school and for the last week he has been making himself at home at Nga Tawa, in Marton. Mummy had to go and collect him today. Thankfully, he behaved himself at an all girls’ school, we hope.
Would you believe that Bashful made himself very much at home during his time at school. He says he has made some new friends. He seems to think that he needs his own facebook page, to enable him to keep in contact with them. Here are some photos of him at school.
This is St Leonards, the school chapel.
Mummy says it is a good thing he is home, but there is an old saying in New Zealand: “What happens on (rugby) tour, stays on tour”, so Bashful…
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31 Days of Spook – Story Submission
Oh my friends. I do hope you have been enjoying my 31 Days of Spook with me this year. I have had so much fun sharing with you so many spooky things – things that go bump in the night – things that create shadows in the dark – things that maybe make you do a double take. Today, I have another story submission. This one is from my great friend Fozzie in Australia. Do you know Fozzie? If not, you need to go visit her now and check her out. She’s got some great stories and photographs from Australia that will absolutely blow you away. Check her out and tell her this little oinker sent you 🙂 And thanks Fozzie for a great story my friend ❤
“When I came home from hospital with Rhiannon..(some 29 years ago), we lived in a small two bedroom flat. Bradley, our eldest, was in his own room and Rhiannon slept in a cot in our room. She must have been about a month old when this happened.
We had in our room an old white wicker chair, you know the type that belongs on a porch under the shade of a wisteria. This chair was my grandmas (she was still alive at the time of this incident). Now the story went my grandma and her sister had some to and fro’s over who got to have this chair..and as it happened my grandma got it.. her sister is now deceased. I always loved it and my grandma was happy to give it to me. And so it sat in the corner of our bedroom..
One night I was woken with the fright of my life. As I lay on my side asleep, I felt a hand grab my shoulder! I sat bolt upright frozen. Phil was fast asleep. Rhiannon fast asleep. Me wide awake and terrified!
I woke Phil and made him get up to check the flat all over…nothing. I went back to bed..but not to sleep. This happened again for the next three nights. I was terrified so badly that I went to my doctor.
I told him I was sure I was losing my mind,such a violent grab and yet nothing! My doctor, such a cool young guy he was, simply said to me, ““There’s a lot more to life than what we think. You aren’t nuts, just experiencing something you are not tuned to.”
Eventually, I relaxed a bit more and the grabbing stopped…after I politely asked it to stop as I was needing sleep…since then I have lots of special things happen. Life indeed is a weird and mysterious journey.”
Piglove 