kriss

"You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met
Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed
Oh I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that I'd done alright
And kissed me 'til the mornin' light, the mornin' light
And he kissed me 'til the mornin' light

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down
Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one
And history books forgot about us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first" Regina Spektor

So here is my ghost story:


We went on a haunted Charleston tour, and I honestly thought it was bogus. I don't believe ghost are trapped any where. I believe ghost come to check on us and are not angry or haunting.

Anyway we were on the tour and we were told a lot of scary stories and saw some really cool landmarks, but nothing seamed odd to me. The last place we went to was a house and outside the house we stood and were told the story. A woman had fallen down the stairs and died alone. She was older and had lived there with her sister who had died years before. The woman who had fallen to her death was named Zoe, she was a school teacher and never married. While we were standing outside listening to the story I got a pain in my chest like a fist in my chest and around the area my body tingled. I just knew we were going to go inside and was very nervous about going inside. Sure enough we went in and the house was now a restaurant named Poogans Porch. We went inside and the same feeling was bothering me off and on. One of the wait staff told our guide as he pulled him off to the side that someone had seen her two days before. The guide was all excited, and I knew he would share this with us, looking for something to make his stories better, but no he did not. And I thought well maybe that is why I was feeling so weird, because the sighting was fresh.
Anyway we left and I felt much better telling my friends what happened.

The next day before we left Charleston we were going to eat brunch. They decided to try out the restaurant I was worried, but thought it would be ok, thinking maybe I just felt odd because of the conditions of the night before, and not being night.

When we went in I felt fine, and at the bar I was fine. Then we went upstairs and I got the feeling again. It put me in a different mind set . The best way I can describe it is like an outer body experience of watching things around me and feeling disconnected. The feeling would come and go and so would my pain. It was almost like she was making rounds checking on the guests. The feeling made me teary and I felt a since of urgency around them. I could not read my menu having these feelings and even asked "her " in my head what was good on the menu. She did not help me there, and I ordered poorly, just to get it done.
My friends because of the houses story started talking about death they had been around, and that made the feelings come more regularly. In my mind I told her "see others have died and they moved on, you can too. I am sure your sister misses you."

I went to the bathroom, and because one of the stories says that a customer saw Zoe in the mirror. I did not want to see her, having felt her for over an hour at the time, and had my friend go with me. I did not feel her there, nor did I see her.

But as I left the bathroom, I walked up to the banisters and measured them with my body. None of the banisters matched where my pain was and I said out loud "no that is not it" some how knowing it should be the cause.

Our coffee came and one of my friends said " you are the only one having these feelings, see no one else is feeling anything. Maybe it is just the power of suggestion making you feel this way. " well we went to taste or coffees and mine was fine, and so was another friends, and hers was ice cold. She had us feel it and told the waitress who looked surprised and said half hardily that maybe someone turned it off by mistake. I laughed and looked at my friend saying "power of suggestion my ass. I think Zoe got ya!"
I thought it was funny and they all looked a little disturbed by this, but I just laughed. Thinking welcome to my world. We finished our meal and walked down stairs I stopped at the big carved spindle at the end of the stairs and bingo the top came right where my pain was. I had a friend take a picture of me.

What I came up with was that she fell down the stairs and hit the spindle hard in the chest twisting her and she broke her neck and died. I am not sure why she is there, but she is a strong presence there, or at least she was for me.

I wish her peace. I hope she finds her sister soon.

Kris