Wicked Daveys Saloon- 232 N. 2nd Strret, Fernandina Beach, FL.
The "440 Club" as this property was originally know, was built on land that was owned by the Christopher family. It was a non-descript, three story, cracker box style building that originally existed on the opposite side of the stret from where it sits today. Also still standing was a white two story home that currantly stands two doors down from where "Wicked Davey's building stands today, that was reputedly used as a brothel for African Americans. It to was originally located across the stret from where we find it today, along the warter front.
At some point, the "440 Club" was renamed "Christophers Place" in around 1920. "Christophers Place" kept that name until 2004 when it was renamed by the new owner, Jason. That is when it became "Wicked Davey's". Jason's great grandfather was a Privateer, who's "profession" in those days was considered "wicked."
"Wicked Davey's" was gutted and restored in 2004. The only thing still original to the property is the floor boards which lies under the new floor boards in use today. The flat original stor front, and the small wall being used to house dart boards today, are still original.
The "white house" residence was well known by sailors, pirates and African Americans populated throughout Amelia Island. Wicked Daveys, sat right next door, offering hard liquor, loose women and illegal gambling, and moonshine was manufactured upstairs and sold to many. Among those who did business with George Christopher was none other than Sheriff Youngblood.
George Christopher was a light skinned African American that Sheriff Youngblood took to be a Puerto Rican... as long as he thought that, George Christophers business flourished, as the sheriff looked the other way. Once it got out that George Christopher was actually an African American, Sheriff Youngblood , in a rage, drove George Christopher off Amelia Island for good. Had he returned, he would have risked his life and that of his family, because Sheriff Youngblood was a very integral part of the Klu Klux Klan in Georgia.
During that area, what is now "Wicked Daveys" Saloon, was a very rough place with shootings and stabbings and presumably many murders and at least one woman had her throat slit from ear to ear. The original floor boards ran red with blood often.
Claims of paranormal activity:
Foot steps in the main bar, hearing the front door opening and closing when the bar is closed and locked, shadow people out of the corner of your eye, someone followingh the hired help out of the kitchen and then disappearing... bottles have launched themselves from the bar, feelings of being watched, a "red haze" close to the ceilingg and over by the bathrooms, lights going on and off, as well as a picture that flies off the wall periodically.There was also a report of a black shadow caught on the security camera.
Interestingly enough, we were denied access to the upstairs of the building, claiming it is inhabited by a "nasty spirit". Perhaps they have not heard that doors and floor boards do not deter spirits???
Unfortunately, Wicked Davet's closed its doors in 2011.
This was how wicked Daveys looked at the time of our investigation
A face in the middle upstairs window
After the bar closed at 2:00 am, we started to do our investigation. As luck would have it, there were thunderstorms, tornado warnings and flood warnings issued that morning. I am always on high alert when those conditions are present, along with being surrounded by water, it tends to ramp up the paranormal activity. As Reen is a sensative, I always try to warn her when conditions are such because she has been physically attacked before in simular conditions.
upstairs windows- something keeps going by the windows...
someone is now looking out of the far lower right...
Ever changing photos of this window keeps showing someone or something pacing back and forth, then stop and look out the window....
Reen as she looked in the kitchen while investigating, no red marks on her face at all....
Reen right after she is hit by something we could not see, in the bar....
At one point, Reen and I were investigating the Kitchen area, and we were getting some intellegent answers to questions we posed via the K-2 meter. The manager of the bar, who stayed there with us that night while we investigated, had a habit of calling the spirit "Hank".
When we asked Rick, the manager, why he called it "Hank", he replied... " I love music, and I love Hank Williams, therefore, I just call it Hank".
While in the kitchen, Reen began to feel very nauseous. That is not an unusual reaction for a sensative in a haunted location. We decided to remove her from the kitchen for a little while an hopefully the nauseia would abate... as we came out of the kitchen, Reen saw Rick and said "Do NOT call him HANK! He hates being called Hank!" Reen then sat down on a red bench just beside the bar.
Seconds later, Reen is hit with a glacing blow to her left cheek, right below her eye. It was ALL caught on our IR camera.
After the investigation wound up at 5:30 am, we all went home to sleep. We woke up around 1:00 pm that afternoon. Reen came out of her room the same time I came out of mine. I took one look at her face and started cussing a blue streak. I am very protective of my team members and it made me very angry that it hurt her. The pictures above are from when we got up that day, and then again later that evening.
We did recieve other evidence on camera of strange things that happened that night. I am still to ths day, on the fence as to what happened to Reen that morning. Reen is a sensitive and an empath... which means she can feel what the spirits felt and even how they died. Knowing what a rough and tumble place Wicked Davey's was back in it's day, I am quite certain many fights took place and many a black eye given... so was she attacked? Or did she pick up on what a spirit there went through??? We may never know.
Wicked Davey's is boarded up and empty now... are the spirits still there? Possibly... they may just be waiting till another sensative comes by, to tell their story.