Tybee Island Bed and Breakfast - Or, Terror in a Tybee Island Basement
Ghosts do not exist. This was my attitude, anyway, for the first five years that I called Savannah, Georgia my home. Cocky, right? Yes, and borderline rude. Back then I didn’t believe a word of ghost stories. I would hear them whispered at dinner parties, sworn to be true, and worked expertly into…
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