I don’t have a whole lot to say about this Fort except that it was rather spooky to me even in the afternoon. It is located in Beaufort County a coastal S Carolina county and this is on St. Helena island that has a wealth of culture, marshland, wildlife and the after life.
For those who seek out the hauntings you may want to take the 2 mile drive from Frogmore to Lands end in the evening, there is a mysterious light that has been known to chase vehicles.
I’m a beleiver because I felt the chills on a hot humid afternoon. Also, I would not rate this Fort as family friendly, so keep the young and old nearby.
For a reference point this is located not far off the I 95 between Charleston S Carolina and Savannah Georgia.
Read all about the spooky stuff: http://ghostsnghouls.com/2013/04/28/lands-end-light-beaufort/
Happy scary travels 🙂 If you want to taste the delicious local shrimp or Gumbo I would suggest the Foolish Frog http://thefoolishfrog.com or any of the casual dining spots in the area….Low Country cooking…yummy
White sand beach
miles of beach
Traveling from Pensacola to Jacksonville Florida last week I hopped off the I 10 and enjoyed a few days on this beautiful beach. The hotels and condos offered beautiful views on both the Gulf of Mexico side and the bayside. It was an easy 25 mile drive off the I 10 and a scenic route to continue on to Destin. If you are not carrying your fishing gear that’s not a problem because it can rented.
The lodging was affordable, and we ate delicious gulf shrimp. Restaurants and shopping all around. Definitely will consider a second visit.
For more information: http://www.visitflorida.com/en-us/cities/navarre.html
Most people enjoy a frightening fireside story about a haunted house. Stretch your imagination a bit let’s talk about the friendly ghost in a home that occupants typically learn to live with and accept their presence. Yes, they can be disruptive walking around the house at night turning on lights or opening doors and cabinets […]
via Not so scary haunted homes — EasyRealEstate
Although I have never experienced anything unusual on this day it may be because I drift through the day with extreme caution.
My Grandma Rose was extremely superstitious, she believed every Friday and every 13th day was unlucky, so I had lots of practice never making any big decisions on these days.
If you have an Italian Grandma you probably know these do’s and don’ts
- drop a dish towel (unexpected company will come over)
- go to bed between 11:55 pm and midnight (will have bad dreams)
- buy a broom in May, (you’ll sweep someone away)
- wash blankets in May (you’ll wash someone away)
- go to the zoo or look at monkeys during pregnancy, (it will affect your baby’s behavior)
- sneeze at the breakfast table (bad spirits will be with you all day)
- carry a shovel thru the house (you’ll be digging someones grave)
- walk under power lines that crossed (just plain unlucky)
- seat 13 at a table (one will die within the year)
- drink out of a cup with a crack (just unlucky)
- wear red or purple to a funeral home (means you’ re happy they’re dead)
- cross knives (you’ll get in a fight)
- stir your coffee 2 or 4 times around not 3times (uneven numbers bring bad luck)
- we could only live in houses with even street numbers,
- use white sheets and pillow cases only (bring good spirits around)
- no dirty dishes over night in the sink (unwanted company will be coming)
- the foot of the bed could not face the door, (you’re on your way out)
- never wear a hat in the house (going to a funeral)
- if you enter the house through the front door had to leave through the front (or more people will keep coming)
- sweep the house out every New Year’s Eve (get rid of the dirt)
- buy a new broom every time we moved (don’t take the dirt with you)
- move the furniture around in her house because we would change her good luck
Grandma lived happy and healthy until 85, and when we giggled about all this she would always say a few choice words in Italian and then say “someday you’ll miss me honey”
She called that right and I’ll admit I always wash my blankets in April.
“Cross my heart and hope to die. Stick a needle in my eye.”
During my downsizing move last year I made all efforts to find a sentimental family member to take my Mom’s vanity. It was one with a tapestry stool and three positioning mirrors, but that really doesn’t matter because in the end I sold it.
I posted it on a community yard sale site and it got a hit quickly from a “shabby chic” furniture refinisher.
The buyer and her husband came to my home to pick it up. My daughter and I were cleaning in the dining room where on my buffet sat a grandmother clock passed on to us when my in-laws downsized. We never used it because you had to wind it up with a key and it just seemed like way too much work.
The vanity was in a bedroom and the buyers went in there to take the mirrors off to move it. My daughter and I kept cleaning and packing in the dining room.
As they carried the base of the vanity through the dining room to get out into the garage and I saw it go by I just sighed. Then I looked up and said out loud “Louise, you never liked that vanity anyway “. Louise was my Mom.
At that very moment we heard a soft lullaby sound. I asked my daughter if that was her cell phone ringtone.
She said “no I don’t know where it’s coming from”. We looked around and then she pointed to the clock, and said “it’s coming from that thing”. It was just for seconds but unlike anything I can describe, not only the sound but the moment just seemed to stand still, like I couldn’t move.
My daughter looked puzzled and it took us both a minute to shake out of it.
As the day moved on I felt in touch with my Mom, and just kept thinking she happy to see that vanity finally go.
When my husband got home I was still in a fog. Curiosity gets the best of me. I told him what happened and he finds the key. He winds up the clock and we set it to the hour expecting to hear this heavenly tune. It did have a soothing chime but not a musical tune 🎶 🎶 He checks it for a music box, none in there….So……I guess….
It’s just one of those things that you can only hope will happen again and again. Good for the spirit….