Your haunted adventure begins at the shadowy doorstep of Churchill’s Pub, where the warm glow of lanterns can’t quite chase away the lingering chill of Savannah’s restless dead. Beneath its charming facade lies a history steeped in whispers and shadows—a perfect place to sip your first drink and awaken the spirits of the night. As the clock strikes and the stories begin, you’ll step beyond the veil into a world of ghostly encounters and spine-tingling secrets. The dead are waiting... and your crawl starts here. You will meet your tour guide at the Kings Guard Statue, next to the Churchills Entrance.

Tucked between the river and the city’s oldest buildings, Factor’s Walk is one of Savannah’s darkest corners—a place where whispers echo off worn brick and footsteps vanish into fog. Once teeming with merchants, sailors, and secrets, it’s now known for ghostly sightings, mysterious disappearances, and spirits that cling to the cobblestones. As you sip your drink beneath the iron bridges, keep your eyes open—many entered these passageways… not all came out.

One of Savannah’s oldest (and most haunted) hotels, where the scent of old wood mingles with something colder. This centuries-old inn is home to the spirit of a heartbroken woman— and she’s never truly left. As you sip your drink, remember: some guests check in... and linger forever.

By day, it’s a charming historic hotel—but by night, The Marshall House tells a far more chilling tale. Once used as a Civil War hospital, its halls saw blood, amputation, and agony—and some say the spirits of wounded soldiers never left. As you stand outside with your drink in hand, don’t be surprised if you feel a sudden chill… some wounds never heal, and some souls never rest.

Welcome to Colonial Park Cemetery, one of Savannah’s oldest and most haunted grounds. Thousands of souls rest here—but not all rest in peace. Desecrated during the Civil War and scarred by centuries of duels, disease, and dark deeds, the cemetery is a hotbed of paranormal activity. Shadowy figures are seen drifting between tombstones, and timeworn graves are said to shift and whisper in the night. As you sip your drink by the gates, remember: the veil is thin here… and the dead are known to stir.

Your haunted journey ends at McDonough’s Bar—but for some, this is where the hauntings begin. Beneath the laughter and music lies a shadowy past. Whispers of cold spots and unseen eyes watching from the dark. As you raise your final glass of the night, take a look around—you might not be the only one closing out the tab.