On April 23 it was the last regular class for my College of Charleston course "Beyond the Grave: What Old Cemeteries Tell and Teaching the Living." The activity planned for this final session was anything but regular.
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My intrepid students on their way to jail! |
We visited Charleston's notorious
Old City Jail, which more accurately should be called the Charleston District Jail.
It was raining as we left our classroom for the 10-minute walk to Magazine Street where the jail was constructed way back in 1802.
I was appreciative of my students not complaining about the walk in the rain. They were, in fact, pretty excited- if not a bit scared- about the "haunted" tour that awaited us. What a way to end the semester we all agreed!
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The rain made the jail look even scarier |
Randall Johnson, our guide from
Bulldog Tours, was excellent. I have been on these tours maybe half a dozen times with a different guide every visit. Each guide has been very good, with different stories to go along with a few mainstays.
Johnson, a self-described "homey from West Ashley," sure looked ghost guide part in his black clothing from head to toe, including the bowler hat on his head.
The rain had eased by our 7 p.m. arrival so he was able to give us a quick overview of the jail's origins, its long history of difficult if not deplorable conditions for prisoners, and its probably long overdue closing in 1939.
"Fourteen thousand people died here," Johnson said, "so there are lots of spirits inside."