The trees hung heavy with a gray lacy substance making them appear eerie even spooky on that gray fall day.
“What is that stuff?” I asked my sister-in-law. The two of us were on our way to Beaufort where Ruthie, was moving. I was going with her so she wouldn’t have to drive to her new home alone and every since we had turned off the main road I had felt as if we were heading into no man’s land. The farther we went the more overgrown and tangled the landscape became it was like a jungle skirting the edges of the road and the strange gray dangling masses didn't help any.
Ruthie glanced upward through the windshield. “Spanish moss,” she said then added that it was a fungus that grew all over down there.
We passed the ruins of an old building and I quickly took in the few scattered above the ground crypts. Some of the lids were askew and a couple were broken or gone missing. The place was almost hidden in a tangle of weeds. It definitely looked haunted, forlorn and desecrated. It was like nothing I had ever seen before and it intrigued me. I knew I would have to come back and see it close up the charm of it haunted me long after it was out of sight. However, I didn't get a chance to take any pictures of it for about 30 years.

Church of Prince William's Parish
Known as Sheldon.
Built between 1745 and 1755
Burned by the British Army in 1779
Rebuilt 1826
Burned by the Federal Army 1865
Left to ruins. Gardens Corners, South Carolina.
Noted haunting: Sometimes a woman is seen dressed in a simple brown dress dated in the pilgrim era. She stands by the grave of an infant who died. Feelings of sorrow overcome some people.