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- May 30, 2009
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tybee island is off the coast of georgia. it's a family place, an island with only one or two hotels, everything else is family cottages, moss hanging from trees, wide beaches, very quiet and quaint.
the people of savannah and tybee love love love art, especially regional art and subjects and the cottage had paintings in every room. our bedroom had a wonderful large canvas, a palm tree beach scene hanging on the wall opposite the foot of our bed.
our bedroom was in the old part of the house, you could tell parts had been added on progressively. the owners' padlocked storage closet was in one corner of our room and directly in front of the storage closet was the aisle at the foot of the bed that lead to the opposite wall (exterior wall). it looked like this closet was constructed in what might have been originally a hallway.
the cottage was comfortable with a friendly feel, but i admit i didn't spend any time there alone.
it had one extra bonus, dogs were permitted, so both of the pups got to go with us to the ocean. there were dog paintings and cute little dog nicknacks everywhere.
well one night, borderline asleep, i'm awake suddenly sitting bolt upright in bed and a black shadow, taller than the height of the bed by a few inches, shot out of the storage closet (through the locked door), raced across the room in a split second and slammed into the wall. wham! then the large canvas flew off the wall and instead of falling straight down ended up against the bed. i would have thought the painting fell first and i dreamt up the shadow etc. except for the order of events. i was awake a split second before the shadow, and the crash into the wall happened before the painting flew off the wall which i clearly saw. the speed at which the shadow moved was impressive!
ghost of the original beach dog come back to see the visiting pups?
the people of savannah and tybee love love love art, especially regional art and subjects and the cottage had paintings in every room. our bedroom had a wonderful large canvas, a palm tree beach scene hanging on the wall opposite the foot of our bed.
our bedroom was in the old part of the house, you could tell parts had been added on progressively. the owners' padlocked storage closet was in one corner of our room and directly in front of the storage closet was the aisle at the foot of the bed that lead to the opposite wall (exterior wall). it looked like this closet was constructed in what might have been originally a hallway.
the cottage was comfortable with a friendly feel, but i admit i didn't spend any time there alone.
it had one extra bonus, dogs were permitted, so both of the pups got to go with us to the ocean. there were dog paintings and cute little dog nicknacks everywhere.
well one night, borderline asleep, i'm awake suddenly sitting bolt upright in bed and a black shadow, taller than the height of the bed by a few inches, shot out of the storage closet (through the locked door), raced across the room in a split second and slammed into the wall. wham! then the large canvas flew off the wall and instead of falling straight down ended up against the bed. i would have thought the painting fell first and i dreamt up the shadow etc. except for the order of events. i was awake a split second before the shadow, and the crash into the wall happened before the painting flew off the wall which i clearly saw. the speed at which the shadow moved was impressive!
ghost of the original beach dog come back to see the visiting pups?