Chapter 7. The Wachesaw Ghosts

(Do spirits haunt Miss Genevieve’s beads?)

 

On the top shelf inside the postcard display cases over by the front door of the Brookgreen Gardens Museum lay a string of small, dull-colored, blue, tan, and red beads carelessly strung on what looked like an old piece of frayed twine. The beads never looked like much to me. I paid them little attention until a visitor asked about them one morning. Then Miss Genevieve produced the most spine-tingling story in her repertoire–at least to my young ears. After that, I never entered or left the Museum without warily eyeing that strand of beads and wondering just what went on in the Museum after we had all gone home for the night.