Let's begin our story with a little ambiance. Get up and turn off all the lights. Then click here . (Don't be afraid to turn the volume to 11.) Ready? On a dark night in Beaufort, there was a chill in the air as our horse-drawn carriage clopped through the streets of this low-country town in the south. Ghoulish characters hosted the tour and told stories of ghosts and haunted houses along the route. Spectors with harrowing tales popped out of the dark and beseiged us with their woes. "My husband promised me a plantation house and upon marriage I discovered it was only two rooms with a false facade," the widow wailed. " Who dares to come on my street on this night?" barked the marauder with the lantern. " Have you seen Charlotte? Have you seen my Charlotte? I can't find my Charlotte. Have you seen Charlotte?" asked the bewildered Confederate soldier repeatedly as he wandered the street. I t was told t...
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