I used to work for a restaurant in Georgetown, South Carolina that was extremely haunted. Growing up in the low country of SC, ghost stories are not something new by any means. The entire area of Pawley’s Island, Conway and Georgetown are riddled with hauntings and ghost stories. I have never experienced such a large concentration of paranormal activity as Georgetown. Georgetown has swampy wetlands scattered all over and I believe this helps concentrate all of the paranormal energy in its confines.
At the Italian restaurant I worked at, The Humble Crumb, I experienced hearing voices and sounds, things moving and being thrown and lights turning on and off. The restaurant was an old house that was lived in by a large family, it think it was a family of 12 and I believe its heyday was in the 20′s. We once had an old lady come in to eat that told us, this was my family’s home, it was always so busy here, she told us so many children running around, coming and going.
The house later turned into commercial property since it was on a main highway-521. It became an antique store, book store and then a restaurant. All of the employees are used to the ghosts, its almost like having pets to everyone. You are leaning over to reach something and someone pokes you from behind. You turn and no one is there. You hear your name called all the time. And the odd thing is its someone who works with you. They didn’t call your name but you hear their voice calling you like and echo or a recording.
The front door, is squeaky and has a distinct noise. As a waitress, when you hear the front door open you go to the front of the house to great customers. The security systems also beeps when the door opens. Many times after hearing a squeak for the door and walking to the front, only to realize that the door never opened and no one came in. I learned quickly to always listen for the security system to beep before bothering to walk to the front because the sounds like to play tricks.
Things get thrown around a lot. Salt and pepper shakers, silverware, bread baguettes, etc. And in the kitchen things just don’t fall onto the ground like the rolled off the table or something, things literally get thrown across the room. A plate got tossed across the kitchen once and no one was nearby, we all came running when we heard something crash and found the broken plate.
The energy is thankfully not negative in any way. And the restaurant is a small modest place. its just seems like a changed area where things are echoing or being replayed. But there is definitely a paranormal presence there.
Another haunted area in Georgetown is my parents house down 701 between Georgetown and Conway. This vibe of this area is different from the restaurant. My parents have a nice house on a salt water creek that empties into the black river.
This whole area is almost a haunted southern cliché in how it looks. Swampy, wetlands with giant live oaks coated in moss. The land is hilly and goes straight down into a black ominous creek filled with alligators and water birds.
The vibe of my parents house has always been very negative. When they first moved there after I left for college, we noticed stacks of pennies above all of the doors. Of course we removed them since they kept falling down after closing doors, and we couldn’t find a reason for them to be there.
When ever I stayed the night at their house when I came to visit, my dreams were always disturbing and my sleep was very disrupted. I felt uncomfortable and unsafe. Sometimes I would wake up with the feeling that someone was watching me or standing in my room looking at me with negative intent. My mother told me she was having trouble sleeping as well and felt ill at ease too so we decided to place all of the pennies back above the doors in the house like they were before. The night after we did this was the first real easy sleep that me and my mother had in that house.
A few years later my mom told me of a construction company across the highway from their neighborhood that was building a new development. She said they were digging and found a lot of ancient native American skeletons. This was a short walk from my parent’s house. So basically now we know where some of the negative vibes come from. The area my parents live in is either an old native American cemetery, or a place where a lot of natives were killed. And again I’m sure the water has some sort of channeling impact on the area.
Another haunted story in this same region was told to me by a boy I dated in high school. He used to work for a movie theatre at Inlet Square Mall. This is in Garden city/Surfside area near Pawley’s island. He told me when he would go and clean up a theatre after the movie ended he would go down the aisles with his broom and see kids sitting in the theatre. He would turn away to pick something up with his back turned toward them, facing the exit. He would turn around and continue walking and the kids were no longer in the theatre. There was no way for them to leave without him seeing them leave, they were just figments. He saw phantom kids a lot in the theatre and apparently other kids noticed ghosts in the theatre as well. One time he told me he went down an aisle and got stuck. He couldn’t move it was like he was stuck in something. He couldn’t back up either. It made him scared and panicked and then just as easily he was freed.
Sent in by Kass Buchholz, Copyright 2011