Georgia

Atlanta

The Masquerade

This often-mischievous nightspot is an unholy trinity of three clubs under one roof. There is Heaven, Purgatory and Hell. After the club closes, a tall, black man walks up and down inside the club. The staff finds upon their return the next day that someone or something has turned the heavy music amplifiers upside down.

Cold spots and horrible screams come from the area of the back stairway. It is a favorite for Vampire enthusiasts for they believe true vampires live on the premises. Rumor has it that vampires run the club.

The building started out as a textile mill whose unsafe conditions caused the death of several young girls that worked there. Many suffered from tuberculosis from the fumes generated by the fabrics and machinery fumes.

The building suffered several fires and some structural collapses. One of the ghost is that of a homeless man who died when a section of the building fell in on him.

The building is located at 695 North Ave. NE. The building generated this experience from a former security guard.

"...I did security work there for close to two years and I've felt, witnessed, and heard stories of some very strange things. The first is numerous sightings, after hours, of a tall black man in and around the backstage, stage, and public bathroom area's of Heaven. He walks between the stage and public bathrooms and then walks backstage. Even when followed back there, he disappears.

Very heavy music amplifiers turned upside down in upper Purgatory on a nightly basis. One night, just before lockup, a bartender was talking to his girlfriend on a public phone in front of the very closed and locked Purgatory doors. The power was off and the manager and I were in the office upstairs when the bartender ran up saying that music just came on in Purgatory. In Hell, I myself was coming in from outside just after closing, through the Hell side door, and I thought I saw my manager in the storage room doorway. When I rounded one of the large wooden pillars, no one was there and I found my manager in the office..."

Georgia, Savannah

17 Hundred 90 Inn and Tavern

Anna lived in the late 1700's/early 1800's, when the inn was new and catered to sailors from the nearby port. She was only 17 years old, but married a man who was old enough to be her grandfather - arranged by her family, of course. The old man owned the inn. She was basically the old man's slave, doing all work of the inn, both inside and out while he sat at a corner table, watching her and drinking. Some night he would need her to help him get to his bed and on other nights, he was just a mean drunk and beat her horribly.

With all of the strong, good- looking, young sailors around, she of course fell in love with one. Her husband learned of the affair and would beat her nightly asking if the man was in the inn. One night he was exceedingly drunk and dragged Anna to an upstairs bedroom where he beat Anna half to death. Trying to get away from him, she backed up to the window where she fell out of the window on to the cobblestone street below. He claimed she jumped out of the window and because he was so well known and rich, no one questioned the cause

Those that owned the house, worked in the house or were guests in the house know that Annie is still there. Under garments are a favorite of Annie’s and they will disappear and then reappear in the oddest places

Men will wake up to feel her caressing their faces and open their eyes to see Anna, teary face looking at them. Annie doesn’t like the gas-fired fireplaces and for not explainable reason, the pilot light keeps going out even when the maintenance man tried to light it. He was unable to figure out why the pilot would not stay lit.

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