







As dawn tries to banish the night, I make my way through the desolate village. Other trekkers have already made their way to the local coffee shop and are getting ready for the climb.
Not quite daylight and not still night. A blue light is cast over the temple.
The Trekking Office in the village isn’t open for business yet, so I wander around the buildings.
Mr. Panika’s Shop is getting ready. If you can’t find it here, you probably don’t really need it.
I walk through the empty Yeti Museum. The locals have a special relationship with the Protector of the Forbidden Mountain.
The city of Savannah has long been considered one of our most haunted cities.
The crisp fall air sends a shiver down your spine as we encounter some of Savannah’s residents.
The Kehoe House once was home to an unfortunate pair of twins. Their voices can be heard and on occassion, if you’re lucky, a door may open by itself.
A stately southern city, ornate and fancifully dressed, is home to legends and heroes.
Pirates once called this place home. Legend says that the inspiration for R.L. Stevenson’s Treasure Island came form here. Some say the demented Captain Flint died screaming for more rum.
Another city exists just outside city limits. One surrounded by majestic oaks draped in spanish moss.
The Garden of Good and Evil is a place where living and dead commune.
The residents of Bonventure Cemetaryinclude founding fathers, patriots and even composer Johnny Mercer.
Once the site of a grand southern plantation, during a racous dinner party the house caught fire. As any good host would do, the partiers grabbed their plates and silverware and moved outdoors, as the house burned down to the ground the party continued on. Listen closely and you may hear the sounds of revellers smashing their wine glasses against the trees.
Some believe they are still very much living around us.
Lives cut short, can leave the soul wanting to hang around. Some say that the life sized statue weeps.
Don’t be surprised if you feel as if you are being watched.
The land of enchantment holds both magic and terror. The abandoned remains of temples, offer clues to the long lost inhabitants. But the question remains as to why they left.
Long silenced bells, hang quietly in the air, waiting for a chance to ring out. Do they tell of joy and celebration or send a warning ?
The craftsmanship of the people is overwhelmingly beautiful and complex.
What could have caused everyone to vanish so suddenly ?
Could the carvings in this temple offer a clue ?
Darkness falls and the mountain winds cry
Are shadows moving along the mountain ?