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I submitted an earlier story in April of 2002 concerning a ghostly
experience that my sister, husband and I had on Cumberland Island, off
the coast of Georgia. This can be called a sequel, I guess. The
following experience happened less than a week ago.
My friend Stefan came down for his summer holiday. He had always
wanted to go to Cumberland Island, and decided that this vacation we
should go. I thought we probably shouldn't. On the day we left
Savannah to drive the 120 miles south to the Georgia/Florida border
the heat index was 108 degrees. My friend has a bad case of asthma
and is unused to walking in the tropic heat. The island is very much
like a rain forest.
We were walking along a main trail, and my
friend's asthma was making
it very difficult for him, and so we were taking very frequent breaks.
At one break, I said a little prayer and asked for some breeze, and
for the sun to hide its face for a little while and for cool water to
refresh us and for the earth to protect us because we were her
children. I also added that if any spirit wanted to show itself we
would welcome it. As I began my prayer a very big monarch butterfly
floated right over the top of our heads, and fluttered just ahead of
us down the path for most of the rest of the way. A breeze sprang up,
and a cloud cover dimmed the bright sunshine. As we continued on the
path I was eagerly looking for the path that crossed it so that I
could get my friend into the air conditioned ranger station for a bit
to get him cooled down. Looking down the path I saw a figure of a
person, tall and thin, dressed in a light brown long sleeved shirt,
and going extremely fast. It passed across the path we were on. For
a minute I said nothing because I thought I had seen another hiker on
the cross path, which I thought must be fairly near by now. But
something in the movement of the figure struck me as wrong. And so I
asked Stefan, 'Did you see that?' He said, 'Thank God! You saw it
too!' Comparing notes we found that we had seen the same figure, only
Stefan described the light brown shirt as a light brown poncho,
because he thought it blew back in the wind. We decided that we would
be able to see if it was a real person by looking down crossed path,
which was still about 25 feet away. When we got to the spot that we
saw the figure there was no path crossing, just thick scrub and oak
forest and palmettos on either side of our way. No person would go
out into that...rattlesnakes and fire ants being the first thing to
worry about and also the underbrush is just too thick. We found when
we arrived where we saw the figure cross that the cleared path we were
looking for was still 25 feet away.
So this is the second time I have experienced something weird there.
Our butterfly left us when we saw the figure and the final element
water that I had prayed refreshment of, had refreshed us with a fine
thunderstorm and cooled us off very much!
I searched the web for Cumberland Island ghost stories and
only found the
one I wrote in 2002. If any other person reads this and has experiences
that
they want to share, especially about Cumberland Island, I would enjoy
reading them.
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