with an unbelieving look. I just assumed the cameras were recording around the clock in an attempt to capture evidence. My suspicion was later proven correct by the tour guide. The Gribble House located in Savanah GA ‘warehouse’ The clock now read 10:15. I knew the man at the booth specifically said he would be there at 10pm. Getting anxious, we walked down the alley to the back of the building. We were at the back of the building continuing to talk about how we had gotten taken when someone else approached us. you here for the tour?” we asked them. “Are are you?” they answered back. “Yes, but I don’t think anyone is coming,” we “Yes answered back with a smile and a chuckle. I looked down at my and the time was now 10:30. I started to feel my wife was right. We had been taken. A few seconds later, a car pulled up into the parking lot where we stood. I noticed that the car was parked and turned off, but nobody was getting out. Then a few minutes later, a man got out. I quickly noticed it was the man from the booth where we had bought our tickets for the ghost hunting trip. I was relieved he had arrived. case you were wondering what I was “In doing in my car,” the man said, pray every night “I
with an unbelieving look. I just assumed the cameras were recording around the clock in an attempt to capture evidence. My suspicion was later proven correct by the tour guide. The Gribble House ‘warehouse’ located in Savanah GA The clock now read 10:15. I knew the man at the booth specifically said he would be there at 10pm. Getting anxious, we walked down the alley to the back of the building. We were at the back of the building continuing to talk about how we had gotten taken when someone else approached us. “Are you here for the tour?” we asked them. “Yes, are you?” they answered back. “Yes but I don’t think anyone is coming,” we answered back with a smile and a chuckle. I looked down at my and the time was now 10:30. I started to feel my wife was right. We had been taken. A few seconds later, a car pulled up into the parking lot where we stood. I noticed that the car was parked and turned off, but nobody was getting out. Then a few minutes later, a man got out. I quickly noticed it was the man from the booth where we had bought our tickets for the ghost hunting trip. I was relieved he had arrived. “In case you were wondering what I was doing in my car,” the man said, “I pray every night