Hampton Lillibridge House
“The quaint home at 507 East St. Julian Street was built in 1796 by Rhode Islander Hampton Lillibridge and is one of very few 18th century residences to survive the great fire of 1820. Designed in true New England fashion, complete with widow’s walk, one might derive that this charming white clapboard home would be better suited on Cape Cod than the southern port city of Savannah.
After Hampton Lillibridge’s death his wife remarried and the home was sold. It passed through several owners and at one time stood as a rooming house. The house experienced a period of vacancy before being purchased in 1963 by famed antiques dealer Jim Williams. It is important to note that when Mr. Williams purchased the Hampton Lillibridge house it was not located on East St. Julian Street at all. Rather, it sat some four blocks away on East Bryan Street where it was rapidly deteriorating. Next door to it sat a similar residence which Jim Williams had also purchased with the intention of restoring both homes. Tragedy soon befell the endeavor as the second home collapsed while being moved, killing a workman.
Several tales of paranormal activity have surfaced over the years in connection with the Hampton Lillibridge residence. Tales that have only added to the mystery of Savannah’s most haunted house. One such tale is that of a young sailor who lived in the home during the time when it was a rooming house. For whatever reason this young man decided to commit suicide by hanging himself in one of the upstairs bedrooms. Perhaps his disgruntled spirit was one to later torment the workmen who were hired by Jim Williams to restore the home, now located on the East St. Julian Street lot. During restoration several of the workers reported hearing voices in the house, as well as the sound of footsteps and the unnerving sensation that they were not alone. One afternoon Jim Williams and some friends were walking about the ground floor level of the house checking out the work that had been done that day. Suddenly they heard the sound of voices and footsteps on the level above them, though the workmen had all gone home for the day. They quickly ascended the stairs to investigate only to realize that the sounds were coming from above them again. They worked their way all the way up to the widow’s walk on the roof when they heard the sounds once more–below them. In the empty room they had just passed through.