Lowcountry Apparition
Do you believe in ghosts, spirits—apparitions?
I believe in fairy tales—so why not ghosts? They do make an appearance in my novels from time-to-time, and yesterday, I was traveling through the Lowcountry and stopped at the ruins of an old church built in the mid-1700s to take a few pictures.
And I photographed something on the inside wall of the church—something—well, you tell me. I’ve posted the photograph on my author Facebook page. http://on.fb.me/1vs2PYX
Just off a scenic tree-lined road sit the ruins of what the locals call Old Sheldon Church. The actual name is Church of Prince William’s Parish. Built in the mid-1700s, the church allegedly was burned by the British army in 1779, rebuilt in 1826, and burned again in 1865—this time by the Federal Army. Ancient tombstones, majestic live oaks covered with Spanish moss, and swarming mosquitos the size of sparrows, surround the brick and mortar ruins
The eerie beauty of the location is the perfect spot to see an apparition. The most infamous ghost at Old Sheldon is a woman in a simple brown dress that stands over an infant’s grave. Visitors have reported feeling her sorrow as they stand near the grave.
I’ve photographed these ruins many times over the years. They’re beautiful. Yesterday, I only snapped a few photos because I’d forgotten my Southern cologne—Deep Woods Off. Within minutes, mosquitoes had sucked so much blood from my veins I was afraid they were really vampires and I would soon join the walking dead of Old Sheldon. I hopped in my car and escaped.
Last night, safely in my air-conditioned family room, I reviewed my photos. I’ve posted a photo on my author Facebook page. Tell me, do you see the apparition on the inside wall of the church ruins? Maybe it’s the sad woman dressed in brown.
I believe in fairy tales—so why not ghosts? They do make an appearance in my novels from time-to-time, and yesterday, I was traveling through the Lowcountry and stopped at the ruins of an old church built in the mid-1700s to take a few pictures.
And I photographed something on the inside wall of the church—something—well, you tell me. I’ve posted the photograph on my author Facebook page. http://on.fb.me/1vs2PYX
Just off a scenic tree-lined road sit the ruins of what the locals call Old Sheldon Church. The actual name is Church of Prince William’s Parish. Built in the mid-1700s, the church allegedly was burned by the British army in 1779, rebuilt in 1826, and burned again in 1865—this time by the Federal Army. Ancient tombstones, majestic live oaks covered with Spanish moss, and swarming mosquitos the size of sparrows, surround the brick and mortar ruins
The eerie beauty of the location is the perfect spot to see an apparition. The most infamous ghost at Old Sheldon is a woman in a simple brown dress that stands over an infant’s grave. Visitors have reported feeling her sorrow as they stand near the grave.
I’ve photographed these ruins many times over the years. They’re beautiful. Yesterday, I only snapped a few photos because I’d forgotten my Southern cologne—Deep Woods Off. Within minutes, mosquitoes had sucked so much blood from my veins I was afraid they were really vampires and I would soon join the walking dead of Old Sheldon. I hopped in my car and escaped.
Last night, safely in my air-conditioned family room, I reviewed my photos. I’ve posted a photo on my author Facebook page. Tell me, do you see the apparition on the inside wall of the church ruins? Maybe it’s the sad woman dressed in brown.
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