The City Built Upon Her Dead

Bella and I decided that we wanted to explore a part of Savannah that makes it unique: it's relationship with the supernatural. Fittingly, we chose to attend a night tour called "America's Most Haunted City". Which is, apparently, an official title given by a board of people who can differentiate one level of haunting from another. The city got the title ten years ago. It was a walking tour, and it took us in and around the city over the course of about two miles. Walking those two miles we heard ghost and horror stories native to Savannah. It took seventy years for the amount of living people to outnumber the dead in Savannah, so there's no shortage of unofficial graves and unsettled souls. Plenty of tales to be told. One of the more graphic tales was about an Irish indentured servant who worked for an old man at his mansion. There's two versions of the story: one, where the man is a dirty old pervert who made her bathe him for kicks, and the other, where he was paralyzed from the waist down and was physically unable to bathe himself. In both versions, she decides the treatment is enough and plots to kill him. She and another indentured servant friend drown him in the bathtub one night, sow him up in a sheet, and send him down the river. The problem was, the river was still tidally influenced, so he washed up almost immediately. When the authorities approached her she immediately confessed and kindly sold out her friend. They were both sentenced to death, and her friend was hanged immediately. She, on the other hand, pulled the trump card and told everyone she was pregnant at the site of the gallows. She then spent nine months in jail, and was hanged five minutes after giving birth. Apparently, she still haunts the square. Anyway we heard a lot of stuff like that and it was great material, especially because it really spoke to a different side of Savannah. Besides that I'm close to finishing one piece and am excited to move on to another. On we go.