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🗓️ 7 August 2024
⏱️ 76 minutes
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0:31.7 | This week on hometown ghost stories. In the early 1850s, Allen and wealthy Surrency would build their dream home |
0:40.2 | in relative isolation within the state of Georgia. They would raise their family there for nearly |
0:45.5 | 20 years in peace. This was until one evening when their daughter Clementine was waiting for |
0:51.6 | her father at a nearby train station. A ghostly figure of a man |
0:55.9 | would appear near the tracks and began whistling. This kick-started a whirlwind of paranormal activity |
1:02.3 | and became one of the most documented hauntings in American history. This is hometown ghost stories, |
1:08.8 | the Surrency Poultergeist, Georgia. |
1:14.1 | Hometown Ghost Stories contains serious and often distressing events |
1:23.1 | and is not intended for all audiences. Viewer discretion is advised. |
1:30.2 | It was a moonlit evening when young Clementine Surrency, 15 years old, |
1:36.6 | found herself at the desolate train station waiting for her father to return home. |
1:43.0 | The hour was late, and it was cooler than normal, even for an October night. |
1:48.8 | Yet, Clementine stood there, wrapping herself in her shawl, awaiting the arrival of her father, |
1:55.7 | whose train was delayed by some unknown circumstance. |
2:00.3 | The station, a skeletal structure of timber and iron, stood silent, |
2:05.6 | save for the occasional creek of its wooden beams. |
2:10.6 | Clementine's breath hung in the air like mist as she paced the platform, |
2:15.6 | her steps light and quick. It was then, in the quiet of the night, |
2:21.5 | that she had heard it. A faint, eerie whistling carried on the wind. She paused, straining her ears, |
2:30.4 | her heart, quickening its pace. The melody was unfamiliar. Many would even find it beautiful, |
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