Where The Living Meet The Dead : Ghost stories for Halloween

An introduction to the podcast Ghost, brining you scary stories daily through Halloween.

Robert Luis Stevenson’s novel Treasure Island begins with Billy Bones knocking on the front door of the inn looking for Captain Flint. Legend holds that Flint died in the upper room yelling “Bring Arf the rum, Darby.” They say he died of rum poisoning but I say he died because
Darby didn’t bring him another rum!

Intense shades of pink are thought to promote sensuality, and passion, as well as creativity, energy, and, as studies have suggested, the color is thought to raise pulse rate and blood pressure.

In 1861 a local Irishman who perished in the Battle ofManassas was buried on land adjacent to the Catholic Cathedral and when the home was built no one bothered to move the burial. The grave was disturbed when the basement was dug and the remains unceremoniously moved to Laurel Grove Cemetery.

It was the lady in room 204.

She was very upset and seemed quite shaken, she said, “My husband is on the floor. He won’t
get up. Please help me!,” and she hung up.

A kiss on the cheek, a little girl vanishes at the foot of the
bed, chills that have nothing to do with the cold, an embalming room in the basement, blood curdling screams in the night, there are a lot of
ghosts in this inn.

The British didn’t say ghost. They said haunt or spectre. If you read Chaucer, Shakespeare, or Sir Thomas More, they mention haunt. “Haint” is the Gullah dialect for "haunt”. Haint blue keeps the haints out.

It’s a classic ghost story. Three members of the household saw him that day and two lived to talk about it. Three people witnessed the same thing and no way to collaborate it. It’s a love story: Willie came back to get her.

A sailor swinging from a noose on the post of a bed
in the third floor bedroom. The dying gasps of a young
woman sickened by pneumonia. An ancient crypt below
the foundation, accidently unearthed and then hastily
sealed by terrified workmen. Visitors still feel a bone
chilling cold when they cross the threshold.

Alice was the first woman to be hung in the state of Georgia and she was hung here in 1735. A nineteen year old, blue eyed, red-haired Irish girl hung in the middle of the square for three days as a murderer. Her common-law husband was hung eight months earlier.