Some stories were never supposed to be told, stories that exist in the twilight between science and the

supernatural, between history and the horror. Stories that speak of terrifying things, stories that you want to hear, stories

that you need to hear, stories that will sink their teeth in and never let you go. My name is

Mike Brown and this is pleasing terrors. Savannah, Part 1 Most Haunted.

We arrive in Savannah on a quiet January day.

Though the weather is mild, it is the off-season for tourism,

and there are not many people around.

It has been many years since I have visited this city, just two hours south of Charleston,

and similar to it in so many ways.

Though by the time this day is over, it will have begun to manifest a number of eerie differences.

Like Charleston, Savannah is an old city, having been founded in 1733 by a member of the English

Parliament named James Oglethorpe.

It sits atop a bluff alongside the Savannah River, 18 miles from the Atlantic Ocean.

The river, and indirectly the city, are thought to have been named after a native tribe that settled in the area in the late 1600s.

The colony was intended to shield the increasingly valuable Carolina colony from the threat of the

Spanish in St. Augustine, Florida. The town was laid out with a series of squares, which were originally intended to organize

the colony to better survive along the southern frontier of English America.

There were initially four of them, though more would be added as the city grew, reaching

a total of 24 by 1851.

Today, these squares are beautiful parks and are part of Savannah's historic district.

They bear the names and contain monuments dedicated to important people and events from the city's history.

Like Charleston, Savannah has a rich history.

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