## I. Savannah, City of the Dead

Savannah, Georgia! An ancient city of the south, peppered with oaken angels garbed in Spanish moss, each grasping secrets of the bygone era and reaching towards the omniscient sky with gnarled fingers. Every cobblestone, every corner, every salt-rimed blade of overgrown grass here whispers tales, tales of phantasms and tales of dread. This land is not just hallowed ground; it is an ethereal realm where the tangible and the spectral collide.

It is in Savannah, where the nights are cloaked in mist and hushed whispers, that our nefarious tale unfolds. The time is undetermined, a tale such as this belongs to no specific era, it transcends periods, bridging the abyss between the living, the dead, and the damned.

## II. The Moon River Brewing Company – Keeper of the Shadows

At the institution known as the Moon River Brewing Company, ale-filled cheeriness overshadows an ominous history. Erected first in 1821 as the City Hotel, it was a place of respite for drifters, of shadows for the secluded, and of opulence for the pompous. Centuries later, its storied walls serve a new, flavor-filled purpose, providing a unique blend of hops and historical hauntings. However, trapped within its depths is an unsolved mystery, that of a young, deceased falling afoul with mortality – Toby!

## III. The Horrid Tale of Toby the Terrible

The story of Toby, as chilling in the retelling today as it was traumatic in its taking place, is one of the darkest chapters in the Moon River chronicle. A street urchin seeking sustenance in stealth, Toby found his premature end within the unforgiving walls of the City Hotel. With hands as quick as the wind, Toby’s pickpocketing prowess became infamous, yet his presence faded to mystery as swiftly as he arrived, when one day he disappeared without a trace – a trace for the living that is.

## IV. The Haunting of the Halls

From that doomed day onward, the brewing company took a spectral twist, a macabre ballet of phantasmal phenomena that no keg could cloud. Shadowy apparitions dodged and sneaked through secret corners, gliding and darting like whirls of suspenseful spectres. The mysterious shatter of glass bottles punctuated eerie silences, echoing through deserted corridors and sending terrified staff rushing in alarm.

At the turn of midnight, the innocuous touch of unseen hands made the boldest hearts shiver and the bravest knees knock. Eyes, both alive and ethereal, bore through the bricks and mortar of the building, peeking through the links of time, and keeping a haunting surveillance. Sightings of the spectral child sent a chill coursing through the backbone of the stoutest stout lover; no corner was safe from the unpredictable apparition of this spectral child.

## V. The Eternity of Toby the Tormented

Sightings of the spectral Toby carpet the Moon River Brewery’s history like thick dust undisturbed by a diligent duster’s touch, each encounter more chilling than the last. It seems that Toby, a mortal thief in life, has become a phantom pickpocket in death, unable to find solace in his eternal rest. The question remains—the guilt that drives a ghost, is it an echo of the past or a mirror to our deepest fears? Our tale from Savannah might not offer a concrete answer but remember this—ghosts dwell where guilt dares not enter and they echo our darkest fears only if we speak them!