Ghost Stories from Southern Ghost Stories

The Southern States are south of the Midwestern States and the Middle Atlantic States. There are fourteen Southern States. They are West Virginia, Maryland, Delaware, Kentucky, Virginia, Arkansas, Tennessee, North Carolina, Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, Florida, Georgia, and South Carolina.

Georgia, Haunted Places, Southern Ghost Stories
 

Haunted Moon River Brewing Company – Savannah, Georgia

I. Savannah, City of the Dead

Savannah, Georgia! An ancient city of the south, peppered with oaken angels garbed in Spanish moss, each grasping secrets of the bygone era and reaching towards the omniscient sky with gnarled fingers. Every cobblestone, every corner, every salt-rimed blade of overgrown grass here whispers tales, tales of phantasms and tales of dread. This land is not just hallowed ground; it is an ethereal realm where the tangible and the spectral collide.

It is in Savannah, where the nights are cloaked in mist and hushed whispers, that our nefarious tale unfolds. The time is undetermined, a tale such as this belongs to no specific era, it transcends periods, bridging the abyss between the living, the dead, and the damned.

Ancient Savannah Georgia

II. The Moon River Brewing Company – Keeper of the Shadows

At the institution known as the Moon River Brewing Company, ale-filled cheeriness overshadows an ominous history. Erected first in 1821 as the City Hotel, it was a place of respite for drifters, of shadows for the secluded, and of opulence for the pompous. Centuries later, its storied walls serve a new, flavor-filled purpose, providing a unique blend of hops and historical hauntings. However, trapped within its depths is an unsolved mystery, that of a young, deceased falling afoul with mortality – Toby!

Ancient Savannah Georgia

III. The Horrid Tale of Toby the Terrible

The story of Toby, as chilling in the retelling today as it was traumatic in its taking place, is one of the darkest chapters in the Moon River chronicle. A street urchin seeking sustenance in stealth, Toby found his premature end within the unforgiving walls of the City Hotel. With hands as quick as the wind, Toby’s pickpocketing prowess became infamous, yet his presence faded to mystery as swiftly as he arrived, when one day he disappeared without a trace – a trace for the living that is.

Ancient Savannah Georgia

IV. The Haunting of the Halls

From that doomed day onward, the brewing company took a spectral twist, a macabre ballet of phantasmal phenomena that no keg could cloud. Shadowy apparitions dodged and sneaked through secret corners, gliding and darting like whirls of suspenseful spectres. The mysterious shatter of glass bottles punctuated eerie silences, echoing through deserted corridors and sending terrified staff rushing in alarm.

At the turn of midnight, the innocuous touch of unseen hands made the boldest hearts shiver and the bravest knees knock. Eyes, both alive and ethereal, bore through the bricks and mortar of the building, peeking through the links of time, and keeping a haunting surveillance. Sightings of the spectral child sent a chill coursing through the backbone of the stoutest stout lover; no corner was safe from the unpredictable apparition of this spectral child.

Ancient Savannah Georgia

V. The Eternity of Toby the Tormented

Sightings of the spectral Toby carpet the Moon River Brewery’s history like thick dust undisturbed by a diligent duster’s touch, each encounter more chilling than the last. It seems that Toby, a mortal thief in life, has become a phantom pickpocket in death, unable to find solace in his eternal rest. The question remains—the guilt that drives a ghost, is it an echo of the past or a mirror to our deepest fears? Our tale from Savannah might not offer a concrete answer but remember this—ghosts dwell where guilt dares not enter and they echo our darkest fears only if we speak them!

Florida, Haunted Places, Southern Ghost Stories
 

Spectral Bride at The Curry Mansion – Key West, Florida

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Greetings dear readers,

Today, I unwind for you a spine-tingling narrative that dances on the axis of an eerie affair and a woeful, unrequited love. Our stage is none other than the Curry Mansion Inn, nestled in the arenaceous heart of the atmospheric Key West. Its latticed windows and colonial arches whisper tales of joy and laughter, contrasting strikingly with the darker narratives that have whispered themselves into its old, worn-out bricks, like indelible ink.

This mansion, a symbol of flourishing prosperity, was once the haven of the indomitable Captain William Curry, a man whose life was the tapestry of valor and victory. But every mansion has its own secret, and the Curry Mansion was no different. It was home to a tragedy of love so deep and consuming that it transcended the borders of life and death.

Our chief protagonist in this ghostly narrative is none other than Captain Curry’s own niece, a young woman who portrayed the innocence of untouched love and the melancholy of a broken heart. A tale so chilling, it often dimmed the bright Caribbean sun that usually shone over the mansion.

The time the captain’s niece had spent within those mansion walls was saturated with an agonizing tale of love. Her heart was claimed by a sailor, a man of the sea as gallant as the waves he traversed. Their love story was the stuff of folklore, inspiring ballads of love and loss. It was intense and fervent, as if each moment was an eternity. However, this poignant love tale met an untimely end.

The fickle sailor abandoned the sweet maiden, leaving her in the labyrinth of despair. They were to elope, to sail away into the sunrise, their promises of love transforming into a haunting echo that filled the mansion. The innocent maiden, unable to withstand the tidal wave of heartbreak, hanged herself in the timeless attic of the grand dwelling.

A gruesome end, that to this day, casts a shadow over the Curry Mansion Inn. Her forlorn spirit still clings to this world, trapped in the fabric of the mansion, and doomed to relive her heartbreak for an eternity. Innocence lost, hopes crushed, and unfulfilled dreams echo in the form of spectral cries and whispers that shimmer through the night. They glide through the corridors, bouncing off the amber glow of the ancient lanterns, each whisper a plea lost in the wind.

Many guests have reported waking up in the bleak hours before dawn, the silence pierced by the ghostly image of a spectral bride standing at the foot of their bed. Her form is adrift with sorrow and longing, as she continues her eternal wait for her sailor love who abandoned her in the shores of desperation. Her manifestation is frequent, a vivid reminder of the realm of spirits and their tragic tales.

The Curry Mansion Inn stands today, nestled in the vivacious heart of Key West, but steps inside its grand arches and you are met with a different reality – one intertwined consolingly with the supernatural. A realm where shadows beckon and whispers from the abyss have secrets to unveil.

In the grand scheme of life, the mansion is a subdued reminder of the tragedy of unrequited love, where love transcended beyond death to become a timeless tale of despair and longing. The rustling wind through the Palmetto palms seems to hum the age-old tale of the spectral bride, revealing the mansion’s haunting legacy, immersing each guest in a spine-chilling narrative that is as timeless as the mansion itself.

Come dear reader, if you dare to listen to the echoes from the other side, if you have the courage to perceive a reality beyond our comfortable understanding, step across the threshold of the Curry Mansion Inn. Here, the spectral bride awaits you, her tale of heartbreak alive in the ancient bricks, and the echoes of her spectral cries are a testament to her timeless sorrow.

Remember, the mansion stands unnoticed by many as a grand relic of a bygone era, its true purpose lost in the ages. It stands as an eternal custodian to a tale so tragic that even the passage of time hesitates to wash away its trace. The Curry Mansion Inn, the spectral bride, and her tragic love – a chilling tale narrated by the audacious and the brave.

Haunted Places, Southern Ghost Stories, West Virginia
 

Ghostly Echoes: The Haunting Tale of Dun Glen Hotel – Thurmond, West Virginia

Ghost In Blue At Dunglen Hotel

In the days of prosperity and black gold, the little town of Thurmond, West Virginia was tingling with an energy that bordered on the surreal. In its prime, it was a place of smoke-filled bars, hastily whispered bets, and spinning roulette wheels. A veritable wild west sprung forth amidst the coal-dusted hills and valleys. This was a time when coal was king, and Thurmond counted itself among the crown jewels of those industrious days. But as the black gold dried up, so too did the fevered lifeblood of Thurmond, turning a once lively city into a town of shadows and echoes. The buildings, once filled with chatter, laughter and clinking glasses, now stood empty. A chilling silence shrouded Thurmond, and an eerie tranquillity prevailed.

In the heart of this ghost town rests the derelict Dun Glen Hotel. The hotel, in its days of glory, was known not only for its exceptional hospitality but for hosting the longest recorded poker game in history. This is where men would stake their claims until sunrise, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns, smoky shadows dancing over their determined eyes and focused expressions. This game was a siren’s call to those intoxicated by the allure of chance and fortune.

However, the Dun Glen Hotel now whispers a tale far more insidious than its gambling legacy. It murmurs a story of a lost love and a distraught phantom ever in search of something – or someone – forever out of reach.

Today, visitors, intrigued by rumours, and brave paranormal investigators navigating through the chilling silence and cold gravity of the Dun Glen Hotel, recount strange tales. There are bizarre stories of a woman always seen in a striking blue dress, wandering corridors and decaying rooms with a distinctly melancholic aura. The spectral maiden, assumed to be a preternatural visitor from beyond the veil, is none other than the former hotel owner’s murdered lover.

Unsettling events have been reported by those fortunate – or unfortunate – enough to witness them. From spectral lights flickering in the darkness to inexplicable whisperings in the dead of night, to the spectral apparition that seems to only reveal herself to those she believes deserve to gaze upon her. Many have tried to trap this ethereal being within the confines of a camera lens, yet she has proven to be exceedingly elusive. Some believe she’s an artist, choosing her audience with the unseen wisdom only a spirit can possess.

Although Thurmond, West Virginia’s glory days are long past, the ghostly echoes still reverberate through the deserted streets, empty buildings, and most intriguingly, the spectral halls of the Dun Glen Hotel. This phantom in blue is a chilling reminder of a bygone era, an eerie testament to a time fueled by passion, chance, and ultimately loss. In the heart of the haunting silence, Thurmond continues to tell a story – not of life, but of an endless, desolate afterlife.

Florida, Haunted Places, Southern Ghost Stories
 

At the Edge of the Sea: The Haunted Lighthouse of St. Augustine

Haunted St Augustine Lighthouse Ghosts

The formidable St. Augustine Lighthouse, a towering sentinel that casts long shadows even in the brightest daylight, cloaks an eerie history within its marble walls. Akin to the many haunting narratives that the Master of Macabre, Stephen King, contrived, the distressed tale seeping from this lighthouse is equally disturbing and bleak.

The story begins in 1873, in the midst of the lighthouse’s construction. During this time, an unfortunate event strong enough to imprint its essence in the annals of time and onto the lighthouse itself, occurred. It was a bright, sunny day, where the air was filled innocence, as two young girls, sweet little Eliza and her dear sister Mary, decided to indulge in a carefree game, innocuously exploring the area around the lighthouse.

Their choice of equipment for this play was a cart, one that the construction workers routinely used. Unbeknownst to the young souls, their play-vehicle harbored disaster within it. Adapted from the darker recesses of childhood reality akin to that of Stephen King’s horror novellas, the fun-filled recreation turned catastrophic. The cart, seemingly and suddenly possessed by a devil of its own, broke free, skidding uncontrollably, and inevitably toppled into the nearby bay.

Caught in the gruesome surprise, the girls were trapped beneath the cart, their jovial laughter instantaneously replaced by terrified screams for help. Their youthful lives were abruptly extinguished; tiny bubbles bursting on the surface of the water soon became the only apparent memorial of their futile struggle against the merciless grip of death.

Now, the supernatural events that follow have made the lighthouse a cornucopia of paranormally charged anecdotes. Visitors report hearing the ethereal echoes of desperate cries, split between two youthful voices, eerily similar to the children who met their grim fate all those years ago. These auditory apparitions create a melancholic symphony, reminding each listener of the pathetic incident dating back to the 19th century.

Moreover, the lighthouse seems to have garnered another spectral guest over the years. This guest carries with it a distinct marker, one that alerts the living to its invisible presence – the lingering scent of cigar smoke. Supposedly, this uncanny phenomenon can be traced back to a former lighthouse keeper’s ghost, a man known for his fondness of cigars.

The smoke does not hold any physical form; yet, it is enough to tingle the senses, its subtle invasion reviving the essence of a phantom individual long departed from this world. This scent, encapsulated by the cool air surrounding the lighthouse, serves as its haunted signature fragrance, heralding the spectral echoes from another era.

In the vein of a chilling Stephen King tale, the haunted St. Augustine Lighthouse stands today, less of a beacon for ships and more a beacon for curiosity-seekers and ghost hunters. It exists as a chilling testament to an age-old tragedy and an eerie embodiment of haunted history. Even in this modern world, the lighthouse continues to whisper ghostly tales to those who dare listen, ensnaring their senses in the spiderweb of a grim past reverberating through its foreboding structure. Visit if you dare, but beware, for the lighthouse does not take wearily to strangers. It shares its secrets with those brave enough to listen and remember.

Haunted Places, Southern Ghost Stories, West Virginia
 

Haunted Trans-Allegheny Asylum Spectral Apparitions

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Step back into the smoke and shadows, dear readers, as we set foot in one of America’s darkest corners – The Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum. Perched ominously in the heart of solemn West Virginia, it now dances a macabre two-step with thrill-seeking tourists. But it wasn’t always so. Whereas today it is a must-visit for seekers of the spectral, this grim edifice was, from 1864 to 1994, an active swirling vortex of mental disarray.

As Stephen King might frame it, the building’s hard edges and sadistic architecture, peaked with malevolent shadows, bore a scar of history that ran deeper than the surrounding earth. The gruesome tales encased within its chilling bricks are enough to curdle the stiffest of spirits and make even the bravest souls wary of overstepping their welcome.

The asylum was created with pure intentions, its cavernous halls set to house merely 250 souls. Yet as the years cruelly rappelled past, by the heydays of the 1950s, over 2,400 patients found themselves surreally bottled up within its grim confines. The appalling conditions prevalent in this era have been well-documented, their widespread misery a stain on the tapestry of humanity.

Imagine, if you will, the paradoxical symphony of countless cries unheard, the deplorable conditions, grotesque abuses, and dreaded lobotomies that were casually administered within the asylum’s forlorn walls. Many are convinced that the echoes of tragedies endured are trapped, the souls of aggrieved patients haunting its corridors, forever seeking resolve.

The asylum has been host to a cacophony of bizarre occurrences. Visitors and gallant members of the brave staff report auditory hallucinations, whispers, and echoes seemingly without a source. Sightings of spectral apparitions shrouded in the seams of the asylum’s reality have been brought to light. Bone-chilling cold spots, as if Death had just vacated his seat, add another layer to the mystery.

The facility’s fourth floor is said to be ground zero for freakish activity. Legend and experience have it that shadowy figures form and dissolve without reason, and waves of crushing despair roll through the corridors unbidden. Paranormal investigators have ventured forth, armed with steadfast courage and mechanical devices, into the heart of this netherworld where they’ve recorded unsettling anomalies and eerie voices, deepening the asylum’s whispered reputation of being haunted.

Each spectral recording, every recounted tale of terror, adds another dread-soaked timber to the grim lore of Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum. And so, it stands…an enigma that dares the brave to peer within its chambers, where yesterday’s horror feeds today’s chilling fascination.

Georgia, Haunted Places, Southern Ghost Stories
 

Spectral Occurrences At 1790 Inn, Savannah

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In Savannah, a city of timeless magnificence with a rich historical backdrop, the supernatural permeates through the air. The city, heralded as one of America’s spookiest, is replete with tales of the macabre. Nestled among these tales is one particularly frosty narrative, which revolves around the famed 1790 Inn and Restaurant. Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to pull back the veil on the eerie tale of Anna, the resident phantom whose life abruptly ended under the same roof.

Anna’s spirit is believed to be imprisoned in the earthly realm, chained to room 204. There she lingers, silently pulling the strings of the supernatural phenomena that have baffled countless guests. From possessions that inexplicably relocate to unnerving odors that emerge from thin air, numerous uncanny occurrences tip-off Anna’s spectral presence. There’s something about the dead of the night that exacerbates Anna’s spectral antics, leading to bone-chilling sightings by the inn’s guests. Unnerving vignettes of grinning figures standing stark against the shadows play out by the bedside, enough to make one’s blood run cold.

The intricate ballet of the spectral and the tangible takes on an even more perplexing twist. It’s as if Anna seeks solace in the afterlife by indulging in her coquettish tendencies of yesteryears. Her spectral presence singlehandedly keeps the inn’s spectral reputation ablaze, playing tricks on its male occupants with a feminine touch that defies the mortal coil. From tucking them in with an invisible hand, to caressing their cheeks lightly, or even mischievously pulling off their covers, Anna flirts with the guests much as she did in her life.

In this spectral dance of the living and the dead, the room serves as Anna’s spectral playground. It doesn’t matter how frequently the room change hands or how many nights it stands empty. The life force of her tragic tale continues to reverberate through every inch of the room, just as her spirit continues to walk the corridors. Anna’s story, soaked in intrigue, whispers in the wind that blows through Savannah, leaving behind spine-tingling echoes of her undying presence. Her restless spirit, much like the ever-scary reputation of the 1790 Inn, refuses to be silenced. Every spectral phenomenon, every ethereal odor, and every spine-chilling apparition etch another chapter in Anna’s otherworldly tale: an unnerving testament to her love affair with life and the 1790 Inn.

Haunted Places, Mississippi, Southern Ghost Stories
 

Brookhaven Haunting: She’s the Protector of the House – Mississippi


Greetings, fiendish friends and fright enthusiasts! Today we delve into the eerie corners of Brookhaven, Mississippi, where Edgewood Mansion on Storm Avenue hides secrets that will make your spines tingle and your laughter echo in the halls of the afterlife.

A Haunting at Edgewood Mansion

Located in the heart of Brookhaven, Edgewood Mansion is not your average creaky old house—it is the domain of a rather peculiar phantom named Sarah. Known fondly as “She’s the Protector of the House,” Sarah roams the mansion with a serious flair for the theatrical. With a penchant for tap dancing in the attic and the unholy joy of scampering up and down the grand staircase, she punctuates the silence of this historic home with spectral showmanship.

Who is Sarah, the Spirit of Splendor?

Legend has it that Sarah has been linked with the mansion’s colorful past, which includes tales of Charles S. Butterfield and an enigmatic Indian doctor, Harry P. Hannon. Though Stacie Cross and her husband, Jeff, have not directly encountered Sarah’s spooky antics, her story has been passed around like a treasured secret whenever a storm winds howl.

The Spectral Dance of the Attic Tapper

Imagine this: a misty night, a creaking mansion, and the sound of ghostly tap shoes echoing through the attic. That’s the signature flourish of Sarah, a ghost whose dance transcends the boundaries of our realm. Her antics are as mysterious as they are amusing, earning her a reputation as the mansion’s unspoken guardian and entertainer.

A Final Word for the Brave

While you may not bump into Sarah on your midnight stroll through Edgewood Mansion, her legend continues to enchant all those who dare to listen to the tales whispered in the shadows. So next time you find yourself wandering the eerie corridors of Brookhaven, keep an ear out for the tap-tap tap of a spectral tap dancer safeguarding a house that is as filled with history as it is with haunting humor.

Now go on, dear reader—embrace the eerie, chuckle at the spooky, and never stray too far from a well-lit path on a stormy night!

Georgia, Southern Ghost Stories
 

## Bonaventure Cemetery, Savannah, Georgia Those of you who remember the ’90s w

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Bonaventure Cemetery, Savannah, Georgia

Those of you who remember the ’90s will recognize this cemetery as the one featured in the novel *Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil*. Like the book, the Savannah cemetery itself has a Southern Gothic atmosphere, with Spanish moss giving shade to time-worn Victorian monuments. There are many notable figures buried here, like singer Johnny Mercer and poet Conrad Aiken, but it’s Gracie Watson who most deserves a visit. Having died at just six years old, her grave is marked by a life-size marble statue with her hand resting on a tree stump, symbolizing her life cut short. Many visitors place toys at her grave when they visit, and some have reported seeing the ghost of Gracie near the site. Other spooky accounts of the Bonaventure include inexplicable sounds, like crying babies and barking dogs, and statues suddenly smiling as people approach them.


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Haunted Places, Louisiana, Southern Ghost Stories
 

Marie Laveau,Voodoo Queen of New Orleans – Marie Catherine Laveau

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Marie Laveau, Voodoo Queen of New Orleans– Marie Catherine Laveau (September 10, 1801 – June 15, 1881) was a Louisiana Creole practitioner of Voodoo, who was renowned in New Orleans. Her daughter, Marie Laveau II, (1827 — c. 1862) also practiced rootwork, conjure, Native American and African spiritualism and Catholicism as well as Louisiana or what is known today as New Orleans Voodoo.Historical records surmise that Marie Laveau was born free in the French Quarter of New Orleans, Louisiana, Thursday September 10, 1801. She was the biological daughter of Marguerite Henry (also known as Marguerite D’Arcantel), a free woman of colour who was of Native American, African and French descent, and Charles Laveau Trudeau, surveyor & politician. On August 4, 1819, she married Jacques Paris (also known as Jacques Santiago, in other records), a French immigrant who had fled as a white refugee from the black Haitian Revolution in the former French territory Saint-Domingue.Their marriage certificate is preserved in the St. Louis Cathedral in New Orleans. The wedding mass was performed by Father Antonio de Sedella, the Capuchin priest known as Pere Antoine.

The death of Jacques Paris was recorded in 1820.He was part of a large French immigration of refugees to New Orleans in 1809, after the Haitian Revolution of 1791-1804.They had two daughters, Felicite in 1817 and Angele in 1820. Both disappear from the records in the 1820s.Little is known with certainty about the life of Marie Catherine Laveau. Marie Catherine (1801-1881) was approximately 1/3 each African, Native American and white.Laveau’s only two children to survive into adulthood were daughters. The elder named Marie Euchariste Eloise Laveau (1827-1860-2), the second daughter was named Marie Philomene Glapion (1836-1897). It is not known which of these daughters went on to become Marie II.

Following the reported death of her husband, she entered a domestic partnership with Christophe Dominick Duminy de Glapion, (a white man of French descent) with whom she lived until his death in 1855. They were reported to have had 15 children (or, perhaps fifteen children and grandchildren).They had 7 children according to birth and baptismal records.While it is difficult to determine the histories of the two Maries in tradition, it is believed that the elder Marie was a dedicated practitioner of Voodoo. The younger displayed more theatrical rubrics by holding public events (including inviting attendees to St. John’s Eve rituals on Bayou St. John). “Laveau was said to have traveled the streets like she owned them” said one New Orleans boy who attended an event at St. John’s.It is not known which (if either) had done more to establish the voodoo queen reputation.

Marie Laveau started a beauty parlor where she was a hair-dresser for the wealthier families of New Orleans.Of Laveau’s magical career, there is little that can be substantiated, including whether or not she had a snake she named Zombi after an African god, whether the occult part of her magic mixed Roman Catholic saints with African spirits, or whether her divinations were supported by a network of informants she developed while working as a hairdresser in prominent white households. She appeared to excel at obtaining inside information on her wealthy patrons by instilling fear in their servants whom she either paid or cured of mysterious ailments.On June 17, 1881, it was announced in the Daily Picayune that Marie Laveau had died peacefully in her home. However, oral tradition states that she was seen by some people in town after her supposed demise.One of her daughters, also named Marie (a French Catholic tradition to have the first names of daughters be Marie, and boys Joseph, then each use middle name as common name) possibly assumed her position, with her name, and carried on her magical practice, taking over as the queen soon before or after the first Marie’s death.

Marie Catherine Laveau Paris Glapion died on June 15, 1881, aged 79.The different spellings of her surname result from many different women with the same name in New Orleans at the time, and her age at death from conflicting accounts of her birth date.Laveau’s name and her history have been surrounded by legend and lore. In 1982, New Jersey-based punk rock group The Misfits were arrested and accused of attempting to exhume Laveau from her grave after a local concert. The arrest took place in nearby Cemetery No. 2 and there are conflicting accounts of the incident.

Marie Laveau is generally believed to have been buried in plot 347, the Glapion family crypt in Saint Louis Cemetery No. 1, New Orleans,but this has been disputed by Robert Tallant, a journalist who used her as a character in historical novels.Tourists continue to visit and some draw X marks in accordance with a decades-old tradition that if people wanted Laveau to grant them a wish, they had to draw an X on the tomb, turn around three times, knock on the tomb, yell out their wish, and if it was granted, come back, circle their X, and leave Laveau an offering.

The tomb in Saint Louis Cemetery No. 1 was vandalized by an unknown person on December 17, 2013, by being painted over with pink latex paint. The paint was removed because the structure is made of old plaster and the latex paint would seal in moisture that would destroy the plaster. Some historical preservation experts criticized the decision by officials of the Archdiocese of New Orleans, who maintain the cemetery, for their decision to use pressure washing rather than paint stripper to remove it.

As of March 1, 2015, there is no longer public access to St. Louis Cemetery No. 1. Entry with a tour guide is required because of continued vandalism and destruction of tombs. This change was made by the Archdiocese of New Orleans to protect the tombs of the Laveau family as well as those of the many other dead interred there.

Although some references to Marie Laveau in popular culture refer to her as a “witch,” she is properly described as a ‘Voodoo queen’.Because of her prominence within the history of Voodoo in New Orleans, Laveau has inspired a number of artistic renditions.

In visual art, the African American artist Renee Stout often uses Laveau as a visual motif.

Numerous songs about Marie Laveau have been recorded, including “Marie La Veau” by Papa Celestin, “Marie Laveau” written by Shel Silverstein and Baxter Taylor and recorded by Dr. Hook & the Medicine Show (1972), and Bobby Bare (1974), “The Witch Queen of New Orleans” (1971) by Redbone, “Dixie Drug Store” by Grant Lee Buffalo, “X Marks the Spot (Marie Laveau)” by Joe Sample, “Marie Laveau” by Dr. John, “Marie Laveau” (2013) by Tao Of Sound, “Voodoo Queen Marie” to the minstrel tune “Colored Aristocracy” by The Holy Modal Rounders, “The Witch Queen of New Orleans” by Total Toly, and “The Widow Paris” by The Get Up Kids. Most recently the Danish metal band Volbeat released an album with a song entitled “Marie Laveau” (Seal The Deal & Let’s Boogie, 2016). Marie Laveau is mentioned in the song “I Will Play for Gumbo” (1999) by Jimmy Buffett and “Clare” by The Fairground Attraction. Two of Laveau’s nephews, banjoist Raymond Glapion and bassist Alcide “Slow Drag” Pavageau, became prominent New Orleans jazz musicians.

Laveau has offered inspiration for a number of fictional characters as well.

She is the protagonist of such novels as Robert Tallant’s The Voodoo Queen (1956), Francine Prose’s eponymous Marie Laveau (1977), and Jewell Parker Rhodes’ Voodoo Dreams: A Novel of Marie Laveau (1993). Laveau appears as a supporting character in the Night Huntress novels by Jeaniene Frost, as a powerful ghoul still living in New Orleans in the 21st century. She also appears as a background character in Barbara Hambly’s Benjamin January mystery series, set in New Orleans. Marie Laveau appears in Neil Gaiman’s novel American Gods, under her married name, Marie Paris. Marie Laveau’s tomb is the site of a secret, fictional underground Voodoo workshop in the Caster Chronicles novel Beautiful Chaos by Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl. Laveau’s grave site is the setting of a pivotal scene in Robert J. Randisi’s short story, “Cold As The Gun,”,\ from Foreshadows: The Ghosts of Zero. The mother of Hazel Levesque, one of the characters from Rick Riordan’s The Heroes of Olympus book series, was known as “Queen Marie,” a famous fortune teller who lived in New Orleans. In Charlaine Harris’ True Blood (Sookie Stackhouse novels) book series, the character Hadley is lured to her death at the site of Marie Laveau’s tomb.

A character named Marie Laveau, based loosely on the real Marie Laveau, appears in Marvel Comics. She first appeared in Dracula Lives #2 in 1973.She is depicted as a powerful sorceress and Voodoo priestess with great magical powers and knowledge of arcane lore, including the creation of a potion made from vampire’s blood that keeps her eternally youthful and beautiful.A character named Marie Laveau also appears in the Italian comic book Zagor.

In television, a heavily fictionalized Marie Laveau (portrayed by Angela Bassett) appears as a character in American Horror Story: Coven and American Horror Story: Apocalypse.She also appears in the Canadian television series Lost Girl (portrayed by Marci T. House) in episode 11 of season 4, Young Sheldon (portrayed by Sharon Ferguson) in episode 7 of season 1, and Legends of Tomorrow (portrayed by Joyce Guy) in episode 7 of season 4.LOUISIANA VOODOO( Louisiana Voodoo, also known as New Orleans Voodoo, describes a set of spiritual folkways developed from the traditions of the African diaspora. It is a cultural form of the Afro-American religions developed by West and Central Africans populations of the U.S. state of Louisiana, though its practitioners are not exclusively of African-American descent. Voodoo is one of many incarnations of African-based spiritual folkways rooted in West African Dahomeyan Vodun. Its liturgical language is Louisiana Creole French, the language of the Louisiana Creole people.

Voodoo became syncretized with the Catholic and Francophone culture of New Orleans as a result of the African cultural oppression in the region resulting from the Atlantic slave trade. Louisiana Voodoo is often confused with—but is not completely separable from—Haitian Vodou and Deep Southern Hoodoo. It differs from Haitian Vodou in its emphasis upon gris-gris, Voodoo queens, use of Hoodoo paraphernalia, and Li Grand Zombi. It was through Louisiana Voodoo that such terms as gris-gris (a Wolof term) and “Voodoo dolls”‘ were introduced into the American lexicon.)( THE GHOST OF MARIE LAVEAU ,QUEEN OF VOODOO,NEW ORLEANS USA .,The St. Louis Cemetery #1 in New Orleans, Louisiana, is considered the most haunted cemetery in all of the United States.

This graveyard is said to be haunted by the ghost of the infamous Voodoo Queen, Marie Laveau. Her ghost has been reported inside the cemetery, walking between the tombs wearing a turban and mumbling a Santería Voodoo curse to trespassers. Some people swear they have seen her disappear into thin air when approached.

Her grave is visited by the faithful, curious and desperate year round. Many come to her tomb and place small offerings there, like candles, flowers, Mardi Gras beads, Voodoo dolls, trinkets and food in hopes of being blessed by her supernatural powers from beyond the grave. Many have been known to make a wish at her tomb. If that wish is fulfilled, they return and mark her tomb with three X’s to show their appreciation. Others say that her ghost appears as a sleek Voodoo cat with red, glowing eyes. They say the cat walks right through Laveau’s sealed tomb door and disappears inside, as if the door wasn’t even there.

Marie Laveau, one thing is absolutely certain–no one in New Orleans was ever more renowned, influential, respected, powerful and feared than the Queen of Voodoo, Marie Laveau. And, as evidenced by the many X’s scribbled on her tomb, to this day, she is still casting spells and granting wishes from beyond the grave!
ADDRESS Saint Louis Cemetery Number 1
New Orleans
Orleans Parish
Louisiana, USA
GPS (lat/lon): 29.95371, -90.06502






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Louisiana
 

The Highway Time Travellers – Abbeville, Louisiana

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In October 1969, two men identified only as L.C. and his business associate, Charlie, were driving north from Abbeville, Louisiana toward Lafayette on Highway 167. As they were driving along the nearly empty road, they began to overtake what appeared to be an antique car travelling very slowly. The two men were impressed by the mint condition of the nearly 30 year-old car as it looked virtually new, and were puzzled by its bright orange license plate on which was stamped only “1940.” They figured, however, that the car had been part of some antique auto show.

As they passed the slow-moving vehicle, they slowed their car to get a good look at the old model. The driver of the old car was a young woman dressed in vintage 1940’s clothing, and her passenger was a small child likewise dressed. The woman seemed panicked and confused. L.C. asked if she needed help and, through her rolled up window, indicated “yes.” L.C. motioned for her to pull off to the side of the road. The businessmen pulled ahead of the old car and turned onto the shoulder of the road.

When they got out however the old car had vanished without a trace. There were no turn-offs or anywhere else the vehicle could have gone. Moments later, another car pulled up to the businessmen and, quite puzzled, said he had seen their car pull off to the side… and the old car simply vanished into thin air.

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North Carolina, Southern Ghost Stories, User Submitted
 

The Haunted Room – Hamlet, NC

One night, many years ago now, I was asleep in the back bedroom of my parents’ house in an old iron bed that had belonged to my great grandmother. Over in the morning, I woke up when I felt someone lay down beside me. Somehow I knew whatever it was, it wasn’t human and I was terrified to turn over, afraid of what I would see. I lay paralyzed in fear until daylight broke through the windows. I jumped up, still without looking back, and practically ran from the room.

When my mother got home after working third shift at Hamlet Hospital, I told her what had happened. At first, she looked surprised, then proceeded to tell me that the same thing had happened to her. She said, at first, she thought it was our dog, but when she called his name, he came running in from another room. When I asked her why she never said anything, she replied that she didn’t want to scare us. When asked if she turned around to see what it was, she said, “Are you kidding?”

A year or so later, my youngest brother was sleeping in that same room when he said he woke up to hear voices in the wall. He woke up my other brother who was sleeping in the middle room right beside this bedroom to tell him about the voices. My other brother told him he was imagining things, to go back to sleep. My youngest brother got back in bed and went back to sleep. Then, my other brother started hearing the voices. He woke our younger brother and they went to find our father to tell him what had happened.

Not sure if it’s the room or the bed, but we have tried to find out if a previous owner might have passed away in the house with no luck. Mama did finally get rid of the bed, but to this day, no one in the family will sleep in that room. We won’t even go in there after dark…..

Hamlet, NC - Haunted Bedroom

Haunted Places, Kentucky
 

Waverly Hills Sanitorium – Kentucky

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Waverly Hills was originally a two-story wooden building that was opened in 1910, however, the building you see today was constructed in 1926. It served as a tuberculosis hospital throughout the early to mid 20th Century, a time when the disease was at its worst. It is believed that as many as 63,000 patients died there. The death toll as well as the supposed mistreatment and questionable experimental procedures on patients are all recipes that may be behind one of the most haunted buildings in the whole of the US.
The Waverly Hills Sanatorium has built quite the reputation over the years as more and more people are allowed to investigate the premises. This has thrown up some incredible evidence over the years. It has featured on shows such as Ghost Adventures, Ghost Hunters (TAPS), and our very own Most Haunted. TAPS captured a figure on their thermal imaging camera that seemed to be walking across the hall. The figure was about 3ft tall, they later found out that the ghost of a young boy named Tim has been spotted there before.

There are vast amounts of varying reports, including full bodied apparitions, fleeting shadows, screams from empty rooms, footsteps, sudden cold spots, and disembodied voices among many others.


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