My Experiences at The Myrtles Plantation


Now for my experiences at The Myrtles Plantation, America’s most haunted house.

2:00 PM–We checked into The William Winters Room and after, literally, dropping off our bags, we left our room to walk around the grounds. About twenty minutes later we came back and as we opened the door to our room, Mom and I were overwhelmed with the smell of gardenias. The smell had not been there before and I didn’t say anything initially because I didn’t want to be overzealous. Mom mentioned, “Can you smell that?”Mom didn’t know it, but I had just read some online accounts and one person experienced a strong smell of gardenias in her room, too. I knew that it was gardenia because I had used gardenia sachets in my dresser for years. Sara Winters, one of the (many) owners of the house, spruced up the rooms for her guests by spraying perfume.It is interesting to note that the apparition my mom described in my last post was the figure of William Winters, Sara’s husband, and the man our room was named after. After being shot, William died in Sara’s arms on the seventeenth step. 

Additionally, legend has it that a young girl died in our room. She was very sick and was on her deathbed already when the parents employed the help of a voodoo priestess who put a gris-gris bag in the floorboards under this rug. When we lifted the rug there was a floorboard that had been replaced with an ill-fitting board. The girl died anyway and the black woman was blamed for her death and hung from the chandelier.There were certain places in the house where I felt extreme dizzy spells, specifically outside of our room. Dizziness affects those who are sensitive to certain changes in energy associated with haunted areas.

3:00 PM–Decide to get some rest before darkness. The room had its own thermostat and the vent blows directly on our bed, so we are very warm. However, we keep feeling cold drafts (drafty, old house perhaps?) and I feel a pair of icy “hands” cover mine on top of the covers.Intermission: Not much happening while we were out on the porch until midnight, but we are having a blast hanging out and sipping liquid courage with a family of four from Texas.2:30 AM–I am lying awake in bed, but near sleep. Mom lays beside me dozing. Suddenly the end of the bed starts rhythmically shaking from side to side. After thirty seconds of the rocking motion, I decide to wake Mom. I squeeze her hand, but she is out of it. Finally, I shake her and say aloud, “They’re shaking the end of the bed!” And the shaking stops as quickly as it started.3:00 AM–Piano plays in another portion of the house. Only one couple has access to that part of the home and they did not touch the piano.

5:00 AM–A child-like presence crawls into bed with us. If you have kids, you know what it feels like to have a toddler climb onto the end of your bed, then slowly crawl up between you and your spouse, and snuggle in between.

7:30 AM–The ghosties rhythmically rock the end of our bed again. The movement is not a jolting shake as seen on the movie, The Exorcist. Instead, it feels like someone is rocking our bed as if to say, “Good morning sweethearts. Time to wake up.” I get out of bed and try to recreate the rocking motion, but the bed is much to heavy and well-built for me to shake it from side to side.

Note the orb in the upper part of this picture

After describing my experiences, some have said, “I would be freaked out if something started shaking the bed or crawled into bed with me! Weren’t you scared?!” Actually, it was comforting. I have experienced living in a haunted house and some of my experiences at my home were terrifying, but the ghosts at The Myrtles seem to like having visitors. They provide reassuring touches or show you a glimpse of their world. These experiences humble me and reaffirm my faith in an afterlife. The paranormal reminds me there is so much we do not understand about our world…or the next.

Originally posted on www.camillefaye.com.

Camille Faye | Author of Voodoo Butterfly | Coming Fall 2014

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10 Comments

  • I never know what to think of this kind of thing, but sure is fun to read about– as it happens to someone else! Fun post.

    • Thanks, Julie :)

  • You are so brave. I don’t think I would feel the same way, but maybe I would. The icy hands and shaking bed would have done it for me! Any idea what/who the presence was that crawled into bed with you!

    • I think it was the spirit of that girl who died in that room. She definitely had a child-like vibe about her. It was really weird not to be afraid, but I kept praying throughout the night that I “would have an experience but not be terrified.” So I guess the spirits listened :)

  • I didn’t spend the night here, but it was odd – my friend and I had two separate cameras that we used to take photos in many places in Louisiana – at this plantation, we snapped a few pics inside and outside, including one of the famous mirror. Well, all of our photos from all other spots in Louisiana came out, but just the photos from inside the house did not come out – for both of us, using separate cameras, developed in different labs! A friend of a friend spent the night there, and she woke up to a little girl standing next to the bed calling her by name to wake up….

    • That is really something about the little girl calling her name. I totally believe that is within the realm of possibility.

      As far as the camera equipment…Next week I’ll post an entry about The Crescent Hotel in Eureka Springs, AR. I took a picture of a really cool orb and every time I tried to upload the picture to the post, it would format it sideways. No picture I’ve ever used has ever done that. Weird, huh???

      Thanks for your comment and hope you read more about my paranormal adventures. I’d love to hear more about yours.

  • The servant (Chloe) who poisoned the mother and children was actually hanged from a tree on the property. She was only attempting to make them ill so that she could nurse them back to health and curry favor with the owner. Otherwise, excellent reading.

    • Thanks for stopping by our blog, Jamie! When I took the tour, they told Chloe’s story along with the one I mention here. The tour guide described each story as happening to two different families who had lived at the plantation at two separate times. This place has a history filled with lives ended early, so I’m sure that’s why it’s so haunted.

  • I stayed in the Fannie Williams room for two nights and the oleander for one night in mid July. The place confirmed my belief in the supernatural. I too had the toddler crawl into bed with me. I also heard footsteps in The middle of the night and a slew of other experiences. As the previous poster stated nothing there is evil all the entities are very welcoming and playful. I am actually returning this month and staying for five days the place is awesome.

    • The toddler crawling into bed was one of the strangest experiences I’ve ever had. There was nothing there, but the blanket was being pushed down. Definitely never felt afraid here, so it’s not an evil place. It just felt loving, playful, and we did have some nervous excitement throughout the night. Thanks for posting a comment, Michael.

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