A Spooky History of Congress Street

Dearest Friend,

I need to talk to you about my experience with A Nightmare on Congress Street…

It was a dark and stormy night when I decided to attend "A Nightmare on Congress Street", a Halloween Themed Bar Crawl along Savannah's eeriest strip. I had heard rumors about the event and the strange occurrences that took place on Congress Street during the crawl. But I was determined to attend, for I am a brave soul and I relish in the thrill of the unknown.

I arrived at the starting point of the crawl, a dark and foreboding bar on the corner of Congress Street. The atmosphere was electric, the air thick with anticipation. I could see the gleam of excitement in the eyes of my fellow crawlers as we prepared to embark on our journey through the unknown.

As we set out, we were greeted by a series of eerie sights and sounds. The first bar we visited was seemingly abandoned, but as we approached, I could hear the faint sound of laughter and music coming from within. As we entered, I found myself surrounded by ghostly figures, their eyes fixed on us as they danced and laughed. I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, as if their eyes were following me everywhere I went.

The next stop on our journey was a dark and dreary alleyway. As we walked through, I could hear the sound of screams and cries coming from the shadows. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was following us, something dark and malevolent. I quickened my pace, eager to leave this place behind.

As the crawl progressed, I found myself becoming more and more unnerved. Every bar we visited seemed to hold a new horror, a new nightmare to be encountered. I saw things that I couldn't explain, heard sounds that I couldn't understand. But through it all, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching me, something that wanted to claim me for its own.

And then, as the crawl came to a close, we arrived at the final stop, a grand and imposing building on the corner of Congress Street. Inside, I found myself surrounded by a sea of ghostly figures, all dressed in their finest costumes. And as the costume contest began, I could feel the eyes of the spirits upon me, judging my every move.

In the end, I did not win the grand prize of $1,000. But as I left that haunted street, I realized that the true prize was the terrifying experience I had just encountered. "A Nightmare on Congress Street" had lived up to its name and then some. I may never be the same again.


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* This was a fictional tale for entertainment purposes only

Published October 5, 2023
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