I visited several of the hotels that stand where schoolhouses once burned down, and are now notorious for the presence-and mischief-of small spirits. I sat in the red-tinted seance room in Muriel’s restaurant. I learned about the infamous Lalaurie Mansion, home to serial killer Delphine Lalaurie. I took ghost tours through the French Quarter, and saw parades and funerals with equal flare, ate beignets and gathered stories from friends and strangers who lived in this city. Over the last four or five years, I went back again and again, each time learning more about why it was such a beacon of supernatural energy. A place known not only for ghosts, but vampires, psychics, witches, voodoo. I could feel it, the way you can feel the air in the summer in the South, a physical weight against your skin.Īnd it’s no wonder–New Orleans is a city scorched and scarred, by fire and flood and the darkest parts of American history. Guest Post from Victoria Schwab, author of the City of Ghosts Series! The first time I visited New Orleans, I knew it was haunted.
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