31025 Louisiana Hwy 1
White Castle, LA 70788
30.182646,-91.170442
After over two months of covering
haunted locations, I would like to hope that you have learned a few things
about the great state of Louisiana. You have been introduced to the state’s
amazing history, our intriguing culture and my lame attempts at humor. If you
have made it this far, consider yourself one of the select few that has been
able to tolerate me for so long. For the others that turned their nose as soon
as they read my misinterpretations of the Biscuit Palace and the Sausage Man’s House, they sure missed out on what I would like to consider a hidden gem of
Louisiana haunted history, told in a very different tone. I have never liked
books that read out like a college text book. I try to write like I speak,
which doesn’t necessarily mean it is gold but it seems to work for some.
Sometimes, it’s not how you finish the race, just as long as you make it to the
end.
I have touched on nearly every
single plantation in Louisiana, which conveniently all seem to have a haunted
past. It’s really no huge surprise that the plantation-to-hauntings ratio is so
high, as these homes are all so old with such a dense amount of history. Lots
of blood, sweat and tears went into these homes, which is always a great place
to start when culminating the birth of a haunting. In an era ravaged with war
and disease, life expectancies were not very long whether the causes have been
natural or other. While some plantations have stayed within the same family for
years, others have been sold more times than one can remember. We have touched
on the most famous, most haunted and most notorious plantations that Louisiana
has to offer. It is only suiting that we save the largest plantation, not only
in the state, but in the country, for last.
11244 River Rd.
St. Rose, LA 70887
29.951718,-90.312949
Like many of you, I have always
liked to travel. I never could quite understand how my father, over sixty-five
years of age, has never left the state, nor has he had the desire to do so.
There is just way too much out there to see and explore that is not in our own
backyards. I’ve always been the one that enjoys the strange, off-the-wall
roadside attractions such as the “World’s Largest Ball of Twine” or the
“Amazing Four Headed Pig”. You know that sort of stuff. Unfortunately, many of
these places are humorously a let-down, as when you show up to find this swine
specimen, you are treated with an obviously fake stuffed creature or something
similar. Remember guys, all that glitters is not gold. Take this blog for
example! I bet you were expecting a true monotone encyclopedia of sorts, not
some crazy Cajun talking about the Biscuit Place and clubs for well-endowed men!
As
I was saying, taking road trips, you can definitely find some strange things.
One such location is an extremely old house in Saint Rose with quite a pair of
oddities. Not only does the LaBranche Plantation Dependency house a bathtub that
was once owned by Zachery Taylor, the twelfth President of the United States
but it is also the burial site of a horse said to have been owned by Hitler
himself. Now, if that isn’t a reason to wake up the kids and pull over, I don’t
know what is!
725 Ursuline St.
New Orleans, LA 70116
29.96178,-90.062187
New Orleans has always been so
steeped with lore and legend, it is no wonder it is so haunted. As with any
outlandish tales, people elaborate upon these legends, often sensationalizing
them until they become more fiction than fact. The grizzly stories that make up
the haunted history of New Orleans are no exception. So far, we have learned
about sadistic sultans, torturous madams, Voodoo priestess and hypnotizing dentists. Although these stories have been verified as fact, we will never know
if they happened exactly as reported or were they slightly embellished upon to
sound just a tad bit creepier.
One of these last popular tales that
we will cover in the great city of New Orleans is one of those last stops I
took on that infamous haunted history tour as a teenager. The Sausage Man
House, as it is commonly named is not a bath house for well-endowed men, as the
title may suggest. A small private residence on Ursuline Street, I first read
of this insane story in the 1940’s book Gumbo
Ya-Ya. I know I’ve mentioned this book several times but I highly recommend
that you read it. Being written in the forties, it is told in a tome that books
are no longer written in and it truly is unique. As I have said, this story has
been told for years and there are different variants so I will stick with the
most widely told version. Who knows, this story may very well be completely
fictitious, but I felt I had to include it. It would be futile to try and
compile such a large collection of haunted New Orleans stories and not include
the famed Sausage Man House.
