Also, I used to live in a trailer back in Greenwood, SC where I grew up. There is an old 19th century plantation house, right across the road from the trailer I lived in. It's on hwy 178 south, intersecting scotch cross road and hwy 225. The history behind it, is that the owner of that plantation during the 1800s had slaves, and they were beaten, killed, and buried on the property where the trailer is located. When I lived there, my family witnessed so much paranormal activity. Our faucets would run and toilets would flush by themselves, at night, we'd see shadows of people walking by and no one would be there, and we'd hear screams and talking, but no one would said a word. It got to the point when my sister was walking and then we felt a breeze and she was picked up off the floor and thrown across the room. My dad was a brave soul and called out the spirits to "leave my family alone, hurt me instead." When he said that, he was thrown across the room, and he said, "That's it, we're moving out." My dad sold the trailer and property and we left. Each time I visit my folks, I go on 178 and see that trailer and it reminds me of what I went through.
