Haunted History of Georgetown
Georgetown, being one of the oldest towns in South Carolina, is well known for our history and our haunts. Front Street alone has it’s fair share of ghost stories. Some of the presences felt cannot be denied while many locals and tourists have reported “feeling” something or someone unseen close by.
Indeed, the Kaminski House Museum even shares their local ghost stories when giving a tour. Guests to the museum have reported, not only feeling a presence, but some have actually seen the spirits of Mr. & Mrs. Kaminski. Even I have experienced the visitation of a dog while on the property. Many speculate it was Frank, the Kaminiski’s beloved dog who is buried there.
The Rice Museum also has its share of stories. The town clock, the bakery, and Thomas Cafe’ (being the oldest eatery in Georgetown) is not without their ghostly visitors, either. Could it be it’s the same specters along that block?
The old Fogel Mall is loaded with experiences from locals and visitors as it also used to be a boarding house (upstairs). In fact, I’ve even mentioned having experiences in the old River Room part of the building.
I’ve written about the Strand Theater and mentioned the female haunt whose presence (and sighting) is well known among the actors and actresses who perform at the Strand. Rollin Local, the bank, and many stores along that row have one too and they’re located on the same block. So again, is it the same ghostly visitors that go between these places or are there individual haunts in designated areas?
I remember one morning, just after their cook passed away, my son and I stopped at Aunny’s for breakfast. As we parked the car, we (thought) we saw Andrea Johnson (the owner) through the window puttering around in the kitchen, but the front door was still locked.
We knocked on the door and when no one answered, we peered inside to see if we could catch her eye.Instead, we saw the hands of a black woman in the service window as if she’s resting her hands there while waiting for an order to be turned in. All the more reason we thought it was Andrea so I called her cell.
“We’re standing outside the door at the restaurant,” I said to her. “Come open the door.”
“Okay, let me check out then I’ll come right back,” she answered.
“Where are you?”
“I’m at Walmart,” she answered, totally unaware of what we had just witnessed.
We were still looking at the hands in the service window when I hung up the phone. The person moved away from the window and the hands disappeared. We quickly walked to the window and looked inside to see who was in the kitchen and it was completely empty.
My husband and I have discussed several times that we believe all the places, businesses and homes alike, on Front Street are haunted simply because they’re just so old.
Whether a believer or not, most people simply cannot deny the feelings of not being alone in some of these places. To me, it only adds to the nostalgic allure of an era long since past in our little historical town of Georgetown.