My ghostly experience at Sotterly
Okay, so I don't really live in Southern Maryland. But I used to. I moved to Florida when I was eleven-years-old, and I now attend the very old Florida State University in the very haunted state capital, Tallahassee. But I was curious one day and wanted to look up Sotterly Plantation, seeing as how I used to live literally five minutes from the grounds, and spent a few summers there in some of the camps for creative students or whatever (I was like, nine.)
And I'm shocked that no one seems to know much about Sotterly Plantation's hauntings. I look up Sunnyland (Sunlands Hospital) here in Tallahassee, and my computer screen fills up with a thousand links! But Sotterly ghost stories are much, much harder to find. So I thought I'd share my own experience, and hope to get some feedback, or better ... other experiences.
I remember that when you went on tours in the Sotterly mansion - they never allowed you to go upstairs. But they USED to. I remember there were several stories on different occurrences when someone would get pushed over the railing of the main stairwell from behind ... when they were the last person in line.
When I was in elementary school, I went to a summer program there. Two weeks of drawing and writing at the Plantation. And of course, there were tours. But we were never allowed upstairs. Until the very last day we were there, and one of the teachers decided there was no harm in letting a bunch of youngins upstairs behind the directors' backs. She opened a wall in that huge beautiful dining room, and voila, there was a servant's staircase that led upstairs. Well, the second story of Sotterly Plantation isn't too much to look at. It's what you might expect ... four or five bedrooms with nice colonial beds and nice colonial furniture, big pretty windows. I can't remember much except for the fact it wasn't that impressive.
Here's the strange part: the teacher decided to lead up back downstairs by way of the main staircase, in which case, a friend of mine and myself were the very last two in line. And I SWEAR I felt something touch my back. Not a push, just a brush. I turned to look if maybe my friend was pulling a joke on me, but she had chickened out and made her way in front of me so as not to be the last in line ...
I haven't been back to that place since I was probably ten-years-old, and I'm eighteen now, so maybe since then they've started letting people upstairs again, or the ghost stories have been explained or shot down. But I know that obviously, someone is still curious about the haunts. And I'm a sucker for a good ghost story...