The place to be.
Growing up, Holly Hill Mall anchored our social lives.
Aladdin’s Castle buzzed with games. The music shop promoted new albums. Big department chains lured shoppers in. But the best part? Running into friends and sipping lemonade at Chick-fil-A.
Now, the shopping center stands hollow, a skeleton of its former self. Retailers vanished and left behind only the memories.
Today, during a road trip, we stopped at a South Carolina outlet complex for lunch and a quick stretch.
Instead, we stepped into a ghost town. The stores were open but with no energy. Just a hush over the whole property.
Sure, Friday afternoon isn’t peak shopping time. But still… creepy. An endless parking lot stretched before us. Even the zombies ditched this place.
I guess Holly Hill wasn’t the only one left behind.