my savannah experience part three

back to the story, i left off with boo hag and i riding around savannah in a hearse listening to the stories of haunted savannah. i realized that my camera was running out of battery power and i was starting to fret. in fact, the boo hag threatened my life if i didn’t SHUT UP ABOUT THE BATTERIES. it was just that i didn’t want to miss capturing the orbs on film.

the hearse lady was kind enough to stop at a store for me to run in and get batteries. (i think she was lenient due to us being her only customers, and her buddy that came along for the ride.)

shortly after that is when the weird would happen.

we headed to an area of savannah called “mlk” (martin luther king) as there were some spooky spots there. we turned down a very deserted street to see an enclosed graveyard, bricked in with an old iron door. shortly after we pulled up to this graveyard and i was snapping pictures, the lights went out everywhere.

street lights, house lights, all lights everywhere went out. the entire city was in a power outage and we had no idea why. it wasn’t raining, snowing, or freezing temperatures. the wind was blowing pretty heavily but it didn’t seem enough to knock out power.

picture it, we are surrounded by graveyards in the middle of a haunted hearse tour through savannah when the whole city went dark.

soon after, we heard a POP POP noise. boohag informed me that it was gunfire, and since i was not from that area i didn’t know enough to be scared. it was decided that we should leave the area in which we were surrounded by graveyards, in the very very dark night.

on our way out, i snapped as many photos as i could, capturing many orbs. our tour guide informed us that there were homeless people in the haunted fenced graveyard just waiting for us. maybe they had snacks?

i began to wonder if somehow the hearse lady had control over the whole cities’ electrical grid. surely this couldn’t be happening right?

soon the tour was a mad rush to get back into the middle of town where it was safer to be without lights. the lights were not coming back on, there were cops and sirens all blaring and honking all over town. people looking for quick ways to get out of the town with no lights, streets backed up due to the traffic lights being out.

i was sure the looting would begin soon, it was THAT kind of eerie.

the hearse tour dropped us back off near boo hags car, and nine people walked up to the hearse lady asking if she could give them a ride somewhere due to the darkness mixed with the danger of savannah. she told them she’d have to charge them, they offered $5 a person.

heading back to boo hag’s home i was hungry and wondered if there was a restaurant open anywhere. there wasn’t. we got back to her house, which was also without power and rummaged around for food. we ate peanut butter crackers and a fruit and nut mix.

i went out for a smoke and i could hear people screaming, yelling, sirens and more pop pops in the distance.

sitting on her back porch we noticed lights off in the distance, and weird noises. i was getting scared, so was boo hag. she went inside and loaded a rifle. i have to say that being in that type of situation, with the knowledge that if we needed to call 911 they probably would not be able to come was scary as hell.

knowing there was a gun on the premises, cocked and loaded helped me feel safer. i’m not a person that likes guns, and i would rather not have one in my home but that night i was quite grateful to have the protection.

the power came back on before we went to sleep, and the world was safe once again.

my savannah experience part one

my savannah experience part two