This was one of my first investigations that I conducted at the Myrtles Plantation back in Fall of 2011.
One particularly chilly night in October of 2011, myself and my crew (two others, not going to name names) were investigating the grounds towards the back of the property. It was this particular area that we dubbed "The Dark Area" because the very first time we went back there, we could not shake the feeling of being watched intensely, and the presence we all felt seemed to not want us there, because we all felt unnatural and unnerved every time we went back there. On this particular night, however, I would be reminded that some spirits do more than just watch.
Me and my team had been traversing the grounds of the entire property, conducting EVP sessions and trying to catch visual evidence on our camcorder, and we were not having any luck whatsoever. Finally, one of my team members suggested that we go to The Dark Area to try to get some EVPs, having previously caught an EVP of chains rattling; the same chains that slaves would have been wearing.
As we neared The Dark Area, we all felt that same presence locking its eyes on us. I immediately began to feel anxious as we entered the center of The Dark Area. My fellow lead investigator began doing an EVP session near the edge of the treeline, and that was when I felt it. A single icy cold, electrical touch that started at the top of my spine that quickly followed my spine down to the small of my back. As I said it was icy cold to the touch, but it also stung like I was being shocked by an electrical current. I screamed and fell to the ground clutching my back, and my team members came to my aid. I told them that it felt like I was shocked all through my spine. They lifted up my shirt and they discovered that I had one singular scratch going down my back. We decided right then to end the investigation and we got out of there. We ran to our vehicle and got out of Dodge.
The next morning, my team called me to make sure I was alright, and by then the scratch was mostly gone, although I did have a nasty dream about a cranky man constantly telling me to "Go away and never come back!" The only thing that we are not sure about, is what exactly did we encounter? What scratched me? Was it a human spirit? Was it the spirit of an overseer or an old caretaker? These questions still puzzle us, and we still are no closer to finding the truth.