Scared Pantsless at Allatoona Pass.

Hello fellow adventurers!

If you are in Georgia, this is a must-go.

I personally have never had much of a supernatural encounter. Aside from the possibility of my eyes playing tricks on me, I have never known FOR SURE about spirits and the paranormal. All of this has changed (if only a little bit).

So on Saturday night, we grabbed a car full of friends and drove up to Allatoona Pass. It’s about an hour or so north of Atlanta (E-mail us for directions, I don’t have them handy at the moment). We got to the parking lot right after sundown. Since the weekend marked the anniversary of the battle, there was still activity. Along the paths of THE PASS there were people in tents. Old-timey tents. And I’m sure they were reenactors but they were still all in their Civil War garb. Just a little creepy.

*Side note: One dude came out of a porta-potty and nearly gave my friend a heart attack. Remember, it’s pitch black. And we’re all a little over-sensitive given the situation.

We meet two other friends at THE PASS. There are 7 of us total. I make sure to get a head count. I don’t want anyone snatched up. Or lost. We make our way up the mountain trail. We can see more camping sites (more old-timey tents) through the woods. But aside from our faint flashlights, it’s almost impossible to see anything in front of you. So imagine our surprise when we see two bodies walking toward us. They are in their civil war gear but they have NO FLASHLIGHT. And as they pass, I say hello. They say nothing. NOTHING. Walking in the dark PASS with no light and not acknowledging us? PRETTY FUCKIN’ FREAKY. But I’m pretty convinced it was not a ghost and just some old reenactors who don’t want to change clothes and would rather hike the trails in the dark and scare the pants off me and my friends.

*Side note 2. We passed them again at one point and my same friend who was scared at the porta-potty was pretty convinced that she had shined her flashlight on them and that they had no faces. That has yet to be determined.

So we continue to walk. Out and away we go, past the folks in their old garb and past the camp fires and tents. Still, we hear something and my friend and I turn around to see a Civil War dude behind us. As soon as we piss our pants and pick up the pace. He disappears. Hmmmmm…. No more walking in the back of the line for me!

Throughout the course of the evening, we take numerous photos. Some have orbs of light, then the same picture taken seconds later will show nothing. It was all quite interesting. As far as actual ghosts, I’m trying to convince myself that the people we saw were IN FACT real people. And since there were obviously more people around, it seems logical. But I still want to go back when we are completely alone and see who we run across.

I definitely recommend this excursion, especially around this time of year. I DO NOT recommend taking anyone with athsma, though.