Ghost Hunted

Part Two

     After spending my time in town all day looking at the beautiful historic buildings I finally headed to my last stop for the day, the Boone Hall Plantation in Mount Pleasant, Charleston. There is an old story that they call the Thirteenth Step. Apparently in the 1700's there was a girl named Ammie Jenkins who grew up on the plantation with her childhood friend Concha, who was a Native American. On her eighteenth birthday Concha announced his love for Ammie, and she rejected his love. Not to long after that incident Ammie found a suitor. It just so happens that the night before the wedding she was shot through the chest with an arrow from the bedroom window. She managed to stumble down the steps into her fiance's arms, where she tragically died. She was on the thirteenth step, and she left a bloodstain that they say still hasn't gone away. And sometimes they claim that you are able to see her around sunset outside of the bedroom, searching for her killer.

     Well, after spending the night at the plantation I am even more convinced that the whole area here is rigged with fakes and con artists. Authentic hauntings they say, but all I got was a holographic image projected from a tree and a step with paint splattered on it. I am even more convinced now that coming here was a waste of my time. Still I have two more nights in the area, specifically at The Battery Carriage House Inn. They claim to have two very haunted rooms, but after the garbage I've seen, there is nothing that is going to prove ghosts exist.

     Last night they put me in room ten. They claimed that it is the most haunted room at the inn, though I am inclined to disagree, as I managed to sleep through the night with no such visitations from the "gentleman ghost" that the whole town thinks is there. I guess the tour guides say he could be a young man whose family owned the house earlier in the century. He was a sensitive and cultivate college student who, for no reason known to anyone, jumped off the roof and killed himself. Honestly, if that kid ever did exist he probably killed himself because he didn't want to continue with the pain of the world. Just saying.

     Thankfully it's the last night in this ghost crazed place. I am again at The Battery Carriage House Inn. I am now in room eight, where "the headless torso" resides. The torso was probably a man from the Civil War era, as The Battery was an active artillery installation during the siege of Charleston. Anyways, the torso seems to show no evidence of wanting to harm people, but I guess a bunch are scared of him. I am just looking forward to sleeping through the night.