Hyperbolic Hauntings

So I’ve got a problem.

Luckily, I also have a solution. Isn’t it nice when things come together like that?

I have all of these photos and oodles of information about the bizarre and colorful histories of various locales around New Orleans, and I’d love to share them. So far so good.

Now, many of these purport to be haunted. I’m not sure where I stand on that subject, exactly, but a good tale is something we can all get behind, right?

Therein lies the dilemma. How far do you go? Those Haunted History tours drive me bats- the stupid capes being whipped about in what an overcompensating ex-dweeb desperately hopes is a vampiric manner.* Woefully short of history, but very high on histrionics.

The sad thing is that they’re not needed. So many truly bizarre things have happened here over the centuries that there’s no shortage of material.

So let’s make a deal, you and I. I’ll tell you the stories, sticking to as much history as is known. I’ll also tell you What They Say, as in, “They say that on dark and stormy nights you can still see her headless corpse run naked through the hall!”

But don’t expect me to wander off into “Bwah-ha-ha HAHAHAHA!!!” territory. If I do, it’s your obligation to slap me as you would any other hysteric. Deal?

** Well, not with. At the same time as.

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