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After getting the tip from a guy in a karaoke bar we headed to Dauphine Island in Alabama; a white sand dream no one, but a few ghosts, know about.
After a long drive we showed up at a house we found online. It was midnight, and kind of scary, since the serial killer was still on the loose. It didn´t get less scary when we found out the island´s original name was Massacare Island, after some bloody, hardcore mass execution, which had taken place some 300 years ago.
Our haunted beach house. Bianca was sure she had a ghost in her room. We all felt the beds moving…
In the middle of the night it happened, the beds started moving. No kidding! It was an hellish thunderstorm outside, and the whole house (which was on poles) was wiggleing.
In the morning our host Bill came out with some freshly baked bread for breakfast.
We took a trip to the beach. Then Katarina went fishing, while the other girls went bird (alligator) spotting.
We decided to go bird watching at a lake near by. Instead we met this guy…
Katarina went fishing - and brought these two guys home for dinner…
Bill and his wife were so kind to prepare the fish for us.
1,2,3 - dig in!
No real day without a pina colada break.
The view from the beach outside our house.
Helena testing the sand…
Goodbye Alabama - hello Mississippi!
Last thing we heard before leaving the island was that the serial killer was shoot dead…
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