Myrtles Plantation provides a memorable anniversary

My husband and I stayed at the Myrtles for our anniversary in July of 2000. We had researched all the ghostly activities before making our arrangements. We were the only ones in the house. We had asked for Woodruff's daughters' room which is upstairs, but it was too hot so staff placed us in the bedroom int he newer section of the house.

We knew it would be a memorable experience the moment we arrived. Not knowing where to enter the house, I opened one of the 2-front doors. We heard a tour of the house going on in another room. My husband went out the back doors to look for someone. I stayed in the entry hall and waited. From walking around on the creaking, wooden floor boards, the tour guide excused herself and came into the entry hall. She looked around the walls before she noticed me standing in the middle of the room. It was obvious she did not expect to see someone in the flesh. She asked how I got into the house. I explained we came in through the front door. She stated that was not possible as the doors are always kept locked and she had checked them herself that morning. I told her that nevertheless, the door was unlocked. She muttered to herself outloud as she walked over and examined the unlocked door. Talking out loud, she was saying, "These doors are always locked, we don't unlock these doors...these doors stay locked." She relocked the door (3 locks including a dead-bolt) and told me I could not be in there alone and that check in was in another building behind the house. I chuckled and told her that obviously we were expected since someone opened the door for us.

None of the staff wanted to talk about the ghost stories or happenings. I finally reminded one that we chose the Myrtles strictly because of the hauntings. She then quietly related the past history and some of her own personal experiences.

That night, even the care taker was out for the evening. While locked out of the main house, I could feel the history walking around grounds. At one point, I raised my hands in the air. I had planned on asking outloud to, "Show me the magic!". WIth my hands in the air, all the birds, bats and other animals in the old trees went silent. There was no noise, no breeze, no sound at all. It was as if the house was waiting for me to ask. I was not sure what would happen if I did ask. The quiet was too spooky so I slowly lowered my hands and said nothing. All the animals started back up with their chatter.

We heard foot steps outside our door on the back veranda. These would stop as soon as we opened the door. We went to bed late that night without seeing anything beyond a strat cat. As I drifted into sleep, I felt I was being tucked into bed. I thought it odd since I never liked being tucked into bed. I fell asleep. At 4:00am, a very loud noise woke both of us up at the same time. We think the sound came from behind the wall separating our from the main house stairway. Neither of us could (or can) identify the sound, only that it was loud. I could not get out of bed! My husband was also tucked in but was able to get the covers and sheet undone. I was trapped and tucked in clear up to my neck! My husband had to come to my side of the bed and pull the sheet out so I could be released. We know we didn't tuck ourselves into bed. I did not know till much later that Choloe was noted for tucking people in at night.

I highly recommend this most haunted site to everyone!