#7- The Pirates House, Savannah, Georgia
We're down to our final week. I can't believe we only have 7 more nights of scariest places left. I don't know about you, but all this scary sight-seeing has made me hungry. Let's get some dinner and a pint of rum at the Pirate's House! I love pirates, so this is going to be awesome...
The Pirates House is a restaurant and tavern established in 1753. It quickly became the hang-out for seamen, pirates and all your unsavory characters. And I'm sure there was all sorts of wenching going on. Hey, these are my kind of guys! Many a captain would come to the tavern looking for drunk men to take on as crew for his ship. They would wait until an unsuspecting sailor was so sloshed out of his mind, that he could be bonked easily over the head and dragged out through the underground tunnels. The poor guys would wake up the next morning to find they had been outfitted with an eye patch, a parrot, an earring, and a wooden leg....and suffering from one hell of a hangover. They also discovered they could talk with way cool pirate accents! They were never seen or heard from again.
It was rumored the tunnels were also used as a morgue and to hide the bodies from public view who had died during a yellow fever epidemic. Some say they were used as hideouts for the underground railroad system during the 1840's-50's.
Claims have been made that the Pirates House inspired Robert Louis Stevenson's book Treasure Island and the ghost of Captain Flint haunts the second floor, where he supposedly died in an upstairs bedroom.
Well, that was a wonderful meal! I'm full and ready to move on to our next nightmarish neighborhood....but I need to go look for my friends before we head out. They all got wasted and have disappeared......Huh. That's interesting.
*footnote*
You do realize that all pirates were this sexy....I volunteer to be his wench!
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