Those who are from Walterboro, SC and the surrounding areas (like the one my husband grew up in) are familiar with the story of the Jacksonboro Light. As the story goes, a young girl had wandered off from her home and as it grew increasingly darker, her parents grew more and more anxious about her whereabouts and frantic in their search. Her dad lit a lantern and set off into the heavily-wooded area around his land and called for her. He searched late into the night and never found his daughter. Tragedy struck twice in the same family when, during his search, the father was struck by a passing train and killed.
Local legend has it that if you go out to this location in Jacksonboro at night, if you turn off your car, flash your headlights five times, and then turn off your lights and sit, you’ll hear the sound of a passing train, despite the fact that no train is visible. And then the Jacksonboro Light appears and literally passes over your car — the ghost of this gentleman still searching for his daughter. And if The Light touches your car, you can’t crank it up.
I’ve heard this story several times in the past few years and Kyle and I were looking for some adventure this weekend, so we — along with Kenny and Andrew — drove to Jacksonboro on Saturday to see what it was all about.
Jacksonboro is about 40 minutes from where we live, so we packed up into Kenny’s SUV and headed South on 17-A. The directions we were able to find on the internet were not all that clear, so we just drove down the road with the sign that said “<– Jacksonboro 11” on it until we came to Parker Ferry Road. We drove down The Creepiest Road In Existence waiting for a church to appear on the left, but no church did. And then we were at the end of the road and back on 17-A. We made a few late night calls to find out exactly where we were supposed to be going and got no clear directions. Something about an Edisto River Access, a church, a bridge, a dirt road, and some other craziness.
This story is very anticlimactic in that we didn’t really see anything, and we were never 100% sure that we were in the right place. But we will go back — next time with someone who knows where they’re going in the car and not just on the phone.
Oh yeh and we almost hit a deer.