by Erin Z. Bass
Deep South spent Halloween weekend in St. Francisville, Louisiana, a land of rolling hills, crepe myrtles, beautiful plantations and a few lingering spirits about 20 minutes from Baton Rouge. Those of you who followed our trip via Facebook and Twitter know we didn't actually see any ghosts, but I made sure to take lots of pictures during our tour of The Myrtles Plantation (one of America's most haunted homes) as well as our stay at The Cottage Plantation down the road. Back home, going through all of the photos, I found two that may have captured some sort of spirit. (All the photos will be up on Flickr later today.) Take a look and tell me what y'all see! This photo was take at The Myrtles Plantation, which dates back to 1796 and is believed to house 12 ghosts. The most well known is Chloe, a slave who baked a poisonous birthday cake that killed the mistress of the home and her two daughters. Chloe was supposedly hanged after the incident. Another ghost is reported to be that of a young girl with blonde hair, about 9 years old, who is trapped in the front hall mirror after
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Click the link below to hear a ghost story from Thomasville, Alabama, resident and noted storyteller Linda Vice, who believes spirits protect us and the places they love. To hear more ghost stories from the state, visit their Ghost Trail channel on YouTube.
Linda Ghost Story
There's A Ghost In My Room
As told by New Orleans' Hotel Monteleone
Phyllis Paulsen, a successful financial planner from California, has always had an extra sense about ghosts.
"I've had this eerie ability to see ghosts since I was a young child," she explains.
So it wasn't a surprise that when Mrs. Paulsen checked into her suite on the 14th floor of Hotel Monteleone that she had a visitor. The historic hotel, founded in 1886 and owned by the fourth generation of the Monteleone family, has often heard ghost stories from guests, especially on the 14th floor (actually the 13th floor).
"I was just relaxing in bed one morning when I looked up to see a young boy about 3 years old walk by the foot of my bed," Mrs. Paulsen vividly recalls. "Since he had come from the sitting room, I immediately got up to see if the door was open and to check if a parent