So spent the night last night in the Judge Woodruff Suite at Myrtles Plantation. The plantation is haunted. The story goes that the owner of the plantation had a house slave named Chloe, who also served as a concubine. She kept eavesdropping, would get caught, and would be punished. One day the owner decided that he had had enough of her spying, so he cut off her ear, and sent her to work the rest of her days in the kitchen. She baked a cake for the owner’s two children and it killed them. When the owner returned, found his children dead, he had Chloe hanged and her body tossed in the river. They say you can see Chloe from time to time and that she takes little things like a single earring. You can see the old Judge or the children. My friend Mark stayed here one night. He and his wife heard children whispering and laughing. They left during the middle of the night. Alas, folks I slept like a rock, with no ghost stories to tell. However, I can tell you about one fantastic meal. You need to try the Carriage House restaurant here. I had their surf and turf. The steak was perfectly cooked, but the grilled jumbo shrimp – spectacular. However, bar none, the most amazing thing was the bread pudding. It was simply put – to die for – and in a haunted plantation – that is saying something.
