I Do Believe In Ghosts

Savannah, Georgia is reputedly the most haunted city in America. That's where my wife Wendy and I are going on vacation next week. My parents had passed through Savannah on a senior's tour about a year ago and recommended we visit there. (Never been).

So as I was doing my travel research I discovered Savannah's haunted reputation. The city was also the subject of a best-selling novel, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. I don't know about you but I think that is one spine-chilling title.

Anyway, I discovered that some of the local historic inns are listed under Savannah haunts. Well, what better way to enjoy this ghostly city than to stay in a haunted hotel, especially in October just before Halloween. Right? So I made reservations for at an inn which has been haunted for some time by a ghost named Hank.

Doing a little more research, I came across this passage from a book, "Ghosts from the Coast." It describes an encounter with Hank at the Inn:

"I was standing in our room one night when the door handle inches away from my waist began to turn. My heart began going a mile a minute. I snatched that door open for whoever--but the hall was empty.

The next morning my wife was on the bed putting on her pumps when she suddenly jumped up, face white, "Russ, someone is sitting on this bed with me!"

I could see no one, but she was sure someone was there.

Is Hank the restless spirit at the Inn? No one knows, but guests write surprising notes and leave them there for the staff."

I copied that passage and e-mailed it to Wendy. Her response? "I don't believe in ghosts."

Now what fun is it to stay in a haunted house unless you believe it's really haunted. Maybe Hank will help to change Wendy's mind.

Hank, if you're reading this . . .