The Oak Alley at Wormsloe Plantation Savannah GA
View of old oak trees forming an alley in Savannah, Georgia

The Oak Alley at Wormsloe Plantation Savannah GA

Savannah, Georgia is one of the most beautiful cities in the country. It’s rich in Southern hospitality, history (for better or worse), ghosts, and savory food. I originally went there to shoot the botanical gardens with a dear friend, along with her older daughter and my Godson. We only had two days to visit, and we crammed in as many attractions as we could, including visiting the notorious cemeteries.
Being a huge history buff, one particular place I wanted to visit was the Wormsloe Plantation before we left. On the morning of our departure, it was raining and very cloudy. However, as we pulled into the park at opening time, we had a short window of the weather holding, and I was able to photograph this infamous Oak tree alley. Only two other cars were in the park that early, and I was fortunate enough to get a shot off before they started driving down the path to the main site.
Once we parked and started exploring the grounds, I was holding my little Godson’s hand, who was five at the time. Eli kept seeing a white man following us, and said the man was angry. He said to me, “That man with the beard is angry and yelling. He doesn’t like you holding me and keeps saying we have to leave.” I asked him, “Eli, where is this man? I can’t see him.” He would point, and the three of us adults would look. Nothing. We saw absolutely nothing. We were down by some ruins of old buildings, and no other visitors were around us. So I said aloud, “This is my nephew, my Godson whom I adore, so you can just be mad.” Eli then pointed to an area just near a cluster of trees and said the man was hurt us. The rest of us got goosebumps and high tailed it out of there. As we did, the heavens opened up and it began to storm.
The history of this plantation, like all plantations, have stories of horror and torture. The only reason I could think of this apparition was that the ghosts of the past linger there today.

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