It was new years eve and I was with my dad on a business trip in Savannah, Georgia. It was about 6:30 p.m. And I decided to take a hot bath before we went out for a night on the town. Half way through the bath, with the bathroom all steamed up I might add, the hairs on the back of my arms stood up, and an ice cold breeze shot under the bathroom door and rustled the shower curtain from an awkward angle.
I called out to my dad, thinking maybe he opened the room's front door and it caused the breeze, but he didn't answer. So I got out of the bathtub and poked my head out of the bathroom. My dad wasn't in the room. A little weirded out I got back in the bathtub and closed the shower curtain.
A few minutes passed as I washed my hair, but the feeling that I wasn't alone didn't. All of a sudden the curtain ripped open and the trash can slid, almost flew across the bathroom. My bath was over to the say the least. But after some thought, I realized I wasn't surprised by this encounter, because Savannah is one of the most haunted cities in the United States. That still doesn't stop the chill running up my spine when I think of it.
To this day, my dad doesn't believe that I experienced it. He believes I was imagining it or making it up to scare the people we were with. But I know it happened. I felt it, the lost energy great enough to create physical movement. And that's not something you forget.
I keep wondering what the story was of the spirit I encountered in my breezy bath though. I just hope that he or she finds peace some day...