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The Ultimate Haunted Road Trip of the South – Part IV

The Ultimate Haunted Road Trip of the South

PART IV- The Big Easy

(yes, New Orleans gets its own part!)

Welcome back to our Ultimate Haunted Road Trip of the South! It is time for the most haunted city in the country. It is time to drink and scare yourself silly. It is time for New Orleans, baby!

HAUNTED NEW ORLEANS, LA

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You can hardly walk down one of New Orleans’ historic streets without feeling transported in time. This city is full of spiritual energy and the historic French Quarter is the epicenter of unexplained phenomena. With three hundred years of death, there is no shortage of hauntings. I have chosen my favorites to share with you. And remember, as we say here at Nightly Spirits, the more spirits you drink, the more spirits you see. That won’t be a problem here!

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Bourbon Orleans

In 1817, John Davis opened Orleans Ballroom and soon made a fortune as a popular spot for Mardi Gras Balls. Davis built the Orleans Theatre right next door and introduced French Opera to the city. This was quite the hotspot for the bustling nightlife of high society. The Orleans Ballroom is also where the famous “Quadroon Balls,” were held. These were basically chances for wealthy white men to carry on affairs with women of mixed race without being publicly shamed.

Fire and War both took a toll on the French Quarter nightlife, and The Orleans Theatre was burnt to the ground. In 1881, an order of African American nuns known as the Sisters of the Holy Family took over the ballroom. For over 80 years it served as a convent, girls’ school, medical ward and orphanage. Fun Fact: The Sisters of the Holy Family is now the oldest female-led African American order in America!

A group of investors purchased the building in the 1960s and began construction on the hotel, restoring the ballroom to its former glory. Today, the Bourbon Orleans is rumored to have between 15-20 guests permanently checked in!

Children are heard crying or laughing, particularly on the sixth floor. Guests often complain about their televisions having a mind of its own or water faucets turning on in the middle of the night. Staff regularly report inanimate objects magically rearranging themselves when their back is turned, always followed by a giggle or two. When they get too mischievous, all you need to do is tell them to behave and the activity usually stops. These child spirits are believed to be from the days when the nuns owned the building.

One of the nuns may actually be who is haunting the second-floor kitchen. The chef was preparing for a special event when he knocked over a saucepan. In true French Chef fashion, an expletive escaped his lips. No sooner had he said the offending word, the lights flashed and he felt a heavy slap across his face. Being alone in the kitchen, it didn’t take him long to race out of there, only to find a red handprint on his cheek. Someone else was called in to handle the event after he promptly quit!

The Ballroom restrooms used to be a Gambling Room, so they have quite a bit of activity. Those stopping in to do their business often find themselves face to face with a dapper looking gentleman who walks right through them.

The hotel also comes with a ghostly ladies man, called “Raul.” He is believed to have been killed in a sword fight, likely in a duel over a lady. He likes to stand just behind attractive women, with a big smile,  to startle them as they notice his presence. When she does, he laughs as he slowly fades away.

There is a young woman in white who is often seen in the Gabrielle Room, staring longingly at the pool. She has also appeared in guest’s rooms. One guest was awakened when she felt someone sit down at the edge of her bed. She was startled to see a woman in white who just smiled at her and then disappeared. A phantom Confederate soldier paces near the ballroom. He has been nicknamed “The man”, and pays no mind to the living. Inside the ballroom is a dancing apparition known as “the lonely dancer”. This spirit also ignores the living as she sways along the dance floor unaccompanied.

Most of the spirits at Bourbon Orleans are friendly and playful, so if you want a guaranteed ghostly encounter without fearing for your mortal safety, this place may be your best bet!

LaLaurie Mansion

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Let’s go ahead and get to this heavy-hitter. The woman who lived here is a legend of terror. Her name was Delphine LaLaurie, a renowned and respected socialite in the French Quarter in the 1930s. Madame LaLaurie was intelligent and beautiful and she threw lavish parties where her guests were always raving about her extraordinary kindness. That’s exactly what she wanted them to see. On the outside, she was a prominent, influential Creole woman, but underneath all that glitter, she was a monster.

The LaLaurie house was attended to by dozens of slaves, but they were rarely seen. When guests did catch a glimpse of one, they were shockingly thin, with hollow eyes, meekly moving in the shadows with their eyes always cast down. When a neighbor complained, she was brought in on brutality charges, paid a fine, and the slaves were taken off the property. But Delphin just had her relatives purchase those same slaves at auction and sell them back to her in secret. From that point, the torture got worse. Whispers of cruelty spread through the city, less people would show up to the LaLaurie’s parties, but no one else wanted to step up and accuse this prominent couple.

In April 1834, Madame LaLaurie’s true, sadistic nature was revealed when her magnificent mansion went up in flames. It began with a fire in the kitchen believed to have been set by the cook who was chained to the stove. Throughout the chaos, Delphine remained calm and directed volunteers to carry out expensive belongings and load them onto her carriage. The neighbor who had reported them for abuse asked Mr. LaLaurie if the servants were safe and was abruptly told to mind his own business! This prompted a search of the house while the firefighters got the flames under control. They discovered a locked wooden door with iron hinges that led to the attic. What they found behind that door was truly despicable.

According to several accounts, there were slaves, both dead and alive, chained to the walls or locked in cages. They had all been starved and beaten. A long wooden table was filled with whips, shackles, knives, and other blood-encrusted instruments of torture. The true extent of horror is unknown. Tales have been spread of makeshift operating tables, bodies cut open and maimed by failed medical experiments. The hearsay tales can get quite violent and unimaginable. Even if it has exaggerated over time, Madame LaLaurie’s treatment of these human beings was evil.

An angry mob formed, but the LaLauries managed to escape during the outrage. There are no records of Madame LaLaurie after that day, other than a power of attorney she signed in Mandeville to handle her business affairs for her. Some say she went to Paris and the whole cycle replayed itself there. Others claim she lived in the streets, always hiding in the shadows. One account tells of her death, being mauled by a wild boar! Whatever became of Delphine LaLaurie, the innocent souls of those she tortured are left behind, forever trapped in the hell-hole that she created.

Over the years, the mansion has been a girls’ school. A homeless shelter, a bar, Nicholas Cage’s home (remember that time when he completely lost his mind?), and it is currently a private residence. Which does mean we must respect their privacy and only stare at the home from the sidewalk. They say that wails of agony still echo through the halls. Doors slam. Furniture moves. Apparitions of slaves are seen walking around the property, some of them in chains.

Can spirits born from this type of unspeakable wrong ever really rest? I will be honest with you, I am always really excited to come upon a haunted location, especially one infamous as the LaLaurie Mansion. Not a lot frightens me but very rarely have I come upon a place that leaves me as unsettled as I felt looking into those windows.

Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop Bar

And now I need a drink! Let’s talk about another super famous character to come out of New Orleans. Sometimes called the “terror of the Gulf,” or the “prince of pirates.” However you describe him, don’t call Jean Lafitte a pirate. He preferred the name privateer, which basically meant that he was hired to attack Imperial Spanish ships and he got to keep anything he pillaged from the ships as they went down. Then, of course, he would sell those stolen goods in the United States using their blacksmith shop in New Orleans as a front. He was eventually busted and charged with piracy and illegal trading but he escaped and went right back to it. The governor put a bounty of $500 on Lafitte and he responded by putting up posters all over the city advertising a $5000 bounty on the Governor.

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During the War of 1812, British officers offered Jean Lafitte a position in the Royal Army and a lot of money if he would help them attack New Orleans. So he says yeah sure, I can do that! But Lafitte hated the British, so he went to the Governor of Louisiana and offered his services in exchange for a pardon. But they said no and invaded his ships in Barataria Bay. Enter another historical legend, Andrew Jackson, who had just arrived in New Orleans to prepare the city for battle. Jackson recognized that the Baratarians had unparalleled gunner skills and were very familiar with the terrain so Jackson agreed to the pardon. Lafitte’s band of ruffians would prove essential to the war efforts, and he earned a new nickname: the Hero of New Orleans.

After the war, he ended up in Galveston, Texas, where he set up another “kingdom by the sea,” married, and by all accounts lived a rather lavish lifestyle until he was forced out. After that, he pretty much vanished into history.

We may not know where Lafitte ended up, but we do know that his spirit resides here in New Orleans. That brings us to this little ramshackle bar on Bourbon Street known these days as Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop Bar. This just may be the coolest haunted pub in all of New Orleans. Built around 1725, the property is believed to have been used by the Lafitte Brothers as a front for their smuggling operation.

The most famous ghost at Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop is that of the pirate himself. He prefers to make himself known as a full-bodied apparition in darkened corners of the bar and has a preference for the ladies, who might feel a cheeky pinch or two. He will stick around long enough to make eye contact with someone brave enough to face him, then he disappears.

Believe it or not, Lafitte is not the scary part of the oldest bar in the country. The fireplace holds an entirely different kind of paranormal encounter. Demonic. Visitors speak of red eyes glaring at them from within the fireplace. It is said that there is still a treasure hiding amidst the blaze. Is the ghost simply protecting a secret lost to time?

Muriel’s

For a delectable dinner, you’ve got to visit Muriel’s. You can choose from their Table D’Hote Menu that comes with a personal-sized appetizer, entree, and dessert. On my last visit, I had the savory Gorgonzola Cheesecake and the Double Cut Pork Chop with Pain Perdu Bread Pudding for dessert. Pretty sure I died of happiness that night and I now write to you as a ghost myself.

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Muriel’s is a place that understands the importance of respect for the dead. Look, if you know you have got a ghost, what you don’t want to do is piss it off! Embrace it. Learn to live in harmony. Give it what it wants! You know, as long as it isn’t your soul or the blood of your unborn children. Take a cue from Muriel’s. They have a private table always set for their resident spirit and he even has his own room!

In 1814 a man named Pierre Antoine Lepardi Jourdan had a home here. Jourdan was a compulsive gambler and found himself on a winning streak, so he wagered his house in a poker game. I’m sure you can guess what happened next. Well, Jourdan managed to stall the payout for a year and when the new owners came to claim their winnings, he hung himself in the slave quarters. Upon his death, Jourdans fortune and property immediately became his son’s and the other gamblers left empty-handed.

Jourdan’s spirit is still with us today. His ghost appears as a glimmer of sparkling light. On the second floor of the restaurant is his favorite room, the Seance Lounge. And yes, they have held seances up there and communicated with someone using very distinctive knocks.

The high number of strange incidents has led the staff at Muriel’s to believe that Jourdan is not alone in his hauntings. People have witnessed objects being moved around on their own, and glasses have flown from behind the bar all the way across to the brick wall and shattered. When I had dinner there recently, I used the restroom before leaving. I was in the stall taking care of business, and the door started to rattle. Just my door. Thinking that someone was just checking to see if the stall was occupied I said “Someone’s in here!” Then I noticed that there were no feet under the door. There was no one else in the restroom!

Muriel assures their guests that the spirits are all friendly and suggest you be the same. They always keep a table reserved for Mr. Jourdan, set with bread and wine. If you would like to join him for dinner, you can! Just ask the host about dining with the resident spirit.

Hotel Monteleone

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After such an incredible dinner, a nightcap is a must. And there is no better place for a nightcap in this city than the Carousel Bar at Hotel Monteleone. The Hotel Monteleone is one of the longest family-operated places to stay in the city. Antonio Monteleone came to New Orleans around 1880 and opened a shoe shop on Royal Street. But Antonio had dreams that went way beyond shoes and he worked hard to buy the Commercial Hotel. The first expansion added 30 rooms. The second brought 300 and a new name, the Hotel Monteleone. It boasts quite the roster of literary greats as guests, like Ernest Hemingway, Tennessee Williams, William Faulkner, Truman Capote, Anne Rice, Stephen Ambrose, and John Grisham.

The Carousel Bar was installed in 1949. This twenty-five seat bar slowly turns at a rate of one revolution per fifteen minutes and it is so cool! You may have to wait a while to get a seat, but it’s worth it! Just know that this is not the best place to overindulge. You don’t need your head spinning when the bar is already going in circles. The Carousel Bar’s most famous cocktail is the Vieux Carre. It was created in 1938 by Hotel Monteleone’s head bartender, Walter Bergeron.

The hotel is said to be haunted by numerous spirits, including a young boy, named Maurice. Apparently, Maurice was the son of a wealthy couple who was staying on the thirteenth floor sometime in the late 19th century. This was before a lot of tall buildings skipped over  13 in numbering floors for superstitious reasons. That always makes me laugh because the building still has a 13th floor. That which we call scary, by any other name would still scare the pants off of you! I digress. Maurice was with his nanny in the hotel while his parents were off to the Opera when he was stricken with a terrible fever and convulsions. Maurice died before his parents came back.

For years, his parents returned to the Hotel Monteleone hoping to be visited by his spirit and it is believed that he did appear. He told his mother not to cry. Since then Maurice’s happy spirit has been seen and heard playing on the 14th floor. The elevator has a strange habit of stopping on Floor 14, no matter which button is lit up. This is when most guests report seeing Maurice.

Other prominent spirits here are the ghost of Antonio Monteleone himself, and a former employee named William “Red” Wildemere, who died inside the hotel of natural causes. Both men have been seen opening the doors and greeting guests. Employees have reported disembodied singing coming from empty rooms. My favorite haunt here at the Hotel Monteleone is the ghost of a naked man running around on the 7th floor wearing only a Mardi Gras mask. There are a million ways to imagine how that guy died, but whatever the cause, he has obviously stuck around to party!

The French Market

The Original Cafe Du Monde Coffee Stand was established in 1862 in the New Orleans French Market. The Cafe is open 24 hours a day, seven days a week. It closes only on Christmas Day and in case of a hurricane (or a pandemic, sigh). It’s the perfect place to start your day with a coffee and a Beignet (I’m a poet!).

You can technically date the French Market back to long before the Europeans settled the New World. Of course, it wasn’t called the French Market. The Choctaw Indians used to trade wares here, utilizing the natural levee in the Mississippi. To confuse you a little more, the first French Market building was built by the Spanish. It was destroyed by a hurricane in 1812, after which this building was built. Today you can buy all sorts of different wares as you walk off the inevitable three beignet’s you are going to eat.

Cafe Du Monde has the perfect location. On one side, the mighty Mississippi. On the other side, the infamous Jackson Square. I do have to admit, I have a bit of an obsession with Andrew Jackson. Having studied so much about him, and hunted for his spirit in so many cities, he has come to fascinate me. He was a military genius and he swore like a sailor. Every time I learn something new about Old Hickory, I am reminded that, no matter how you feel about him, there is no one else in history quite like him.

The bronze statue of General Andrew Jackson is one of three. The other two being in Washington DC and Nashville. (Both of which you can see on our Nightly Spirits Tour in each respective city!) The square was renamed in his honor after he became the Hero of New Orleans when he led defense during the War of 1812. And just like in Nashville and DC, you can hear the ghost of good ol’ Andy cursing up a storm while you enjoy your morning coffee!

Jackson Square

Jackson Square is the heart of the French Quarter. This National Historic Landmark was used as the public square and open-air market. But there is a darker side to this beautiful park. It was originally known as the Place d’Armes, thanks to the Army barracks that enclosed it, and it was the public execution square. You’ve got to remember that back then, you couldn’t Netflix and chill all day, so folks were hard up for entertainment. And right here is where they found it.

Families and friends would gather after church for a prisoner to be selected and brought to the square. Small-time criminals were put in the stocks, while those with more severe crimes were put to death right here. Those in the stocks were humiliated, left hanging out in the open while people threw garbage and spit on them. Those with a death sentence met the guillotine or the hangman. They weren’t even offered absolution from the priests of St. Louis Cathedral. They met their maker alone and afraid.

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By far, the most gruesome death witnessed here was that of Jean Baptiste Baudreau Dit Graveline II. He was an early French colonist who had constant run-ins with the authorities. While in prison on an island off of present-day Mississippi, several soldiers staged a mutiny and killed their commanding officer. They took Jean Baptiste hostage and after he guided them away from the colony, they gave him a signed document saying that he had no part in the mutiny or the murder. Well, despite this, someone had to pay so Jean Baptiste was court-martialed and sentenced to death. And not an easy death either.

He was brought to Jackson Square and tied to the wheel. The wheel was one of the most horrible torture devices from the old world. The executioner broke all four limbs in two places, then weaved his shattered limbs through the spokes of a large wheel. The wheel was then attached to the top of a tall wooden pole. Jean Baptiste was alive for hours in the burning sun. And if that isn’t bad enough, once he finally succumbed, his remains were mutilated and tossed into the Mississippi. He was one of the few individuals ever executed in the Americas in this manner and the practice was banned altogether after that.

All of that death and pain make the perfect recipe for one of the most haunted places in the French Quarter. Those tortured souls remain, forced to relive their final moments. Most of the activity takes place after days when orbs have been caught on camera, dark mists rise from the grounds, and muffled screams echo through the square.

Nightly Spirits New Orleans Haunted Happy Hour Tour

Of course, you will learn all of this on your Nightly Spirits Tour. We have been asked for nearly a decade about tours in New Orleans. This is not a city that we take lightly so we wanted to make sure we knew exactly what we were doing before we tackled this haunted beast. Well, that time has come. We are ready! As soon as we get the go-ahead from the city and New Orleans is on a path to recovery from Covid-19, we are introducing our newest city. There are so many haunts here that plan to offer more routes, with more content than any other city! We can’t wait to share this city with you!

Le Petit Theatre

After your amazing Nightly Spirits tour, how about dinner and a show? You would be hard up to find a theatre in this world that isn’t haunted. Maybe it’s because we creative types are usually very open-minded, so the spirits feel comfortable. More likely, the ghosts just want to hog the spotlight! This building not only houses a haunted theatre but a haunted restaurant as well!

Le Petit Theatre is one of the most successful little theatres in the country. After humble beginnings in someone’s drawing-room, they settled in this building that was built in 1797 after the Great Fire of 1794 destroyed the original structure. During the Civil War, it was used by the union as a barracks for Union soldiers.

There are several spirits that call Le Petit home. Apparitions of soldiers have been seen wandering down the halls with one who is always seen in the dressing rooms adjusting medals, in front of the mirror. The sound of boots are heard patrolling the second floor. Others have reported seeing a nun wandering throughout the theatre. Watch out for her, she has a tendency to slap!

Many also feel that Le Petit Theatre is also haunted by the less-than-friendly spirit of a former manager who reportedly shot himself in the area that is now the office lounge. His presence often generates poltergeist-like encounters, causing doors to open and close while objects and personal possessions go missing for no apparent reason. The location where the suicide took place often causes staff to feel like they are being watched, as the hair on the back of their neck will stand up.

Now let’s get to the steamy spirits! Yes, there is more than one. First up, is a young chorus girl who suddenly started landing all the lead roles. Newly discovered talent? Nope. She was having a lurid affair with one of the theatre’s producers. But before audiences had to suffer through too much bad acting, another beautiful face was in the spotlight. The producer had moved on to a new young starlet and our diva was so distraught that she hung herself in the middle of the new girls opening night debut. Ever since, on every open night, you can catch a glimpse of her hanging shadow swinging on the back curtain.

Now let’s talk about a more R rated relationship. A former employee, Caroline, was having regular racy rendezvous with a hired stagehand. They would sneak up to the catwalk above the stage to engage in some, ahem, intimate rehearsals. Well, it must’ve gotten pretty intense one day because her half-naked body was found, center stage, broken and lifeless. The stagehand was nowhere to be found and rumors suggested that Caroline had started to want more out of the relationship than just catwalk copulation. The stagehand had a drifter’s lifestyle and didn’t want a relationship so he finished her off. This time by killing her. Sorry, I couldn’t resist!

Whether it was murder or a mistake, Caroline’s sad spirit still makes a guest appearance. The actors see her in the wings as if waiting for her cue to go on. There are unexplainable cold spots on the stage, and if you’ve ever been under those hot spotlights, you will know that cold spots are definitely not normal!

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Tableau

The Dickie Brennan Restaurant Group funded the major renovation of the theatre building and now uses part of it to operate Tableau, a Louisiana Creole Restaurant. They too, encounter the afterlife experiences of the lost souls next door. TV’s go haywire, doors blow open and things go missing only to reappear somewhere random. The Union soldiers seem to be more active here. Perhaps that is because of the expansive wine collections.

The most exciting encounter was caught on video and happened when a waiter was preparing the private dining room on the third floor. The back wall is lined with shelves to store bottles of wine. While the saiter was sweeping, you can see a bottle of wine slowly slide out from the others and go flying to the floor. The waiter turns around in time to watch several others follow, shattering on the ground. Must’ve been a bad year!

The Sultan’s Palace

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How about a late-night drink at a hidden vampire bar? Only in New Orleans, right?! First, I need to give you the backstory. Now, clutch your pearls, because this story is a doozy. The Gardette-LaPrete mansion was the tallest house in the Quarter when it was built in 1825, and it became known as one of the most luxurious mansions in New Orleans.

In 1875, it was rented out by a rich, young Turk, who claimed to be the Sultan of some distant land. Of course, he brought his harem, throwing wild parties and turning the house into an eastern palace of pleasure. It is said that the “Sultan” fled Asia with his brother’s favorite wife and made his way to New Orleans after hiding out in Europe. The locals became curious. The smell of incense surrounded the mansion, passersby could hear the laughter of the women and the enticing music that played within; But the property was completely closed off to the rest of the world. All the windows were blocked, the gates closed, and men stood guard at all hours. But the mystery didn’t last long.

It was a dark and stormy night…no really, it was! A strange ship with unfamiliar arms sailed into the harbor. In the morning, it was gone. No one thought much of it. Surely, some sailors were simply making port during the storm. Until neighbors noticed that there was blood trickling out from under the iron gate at the “Sultan’s Palace.” Authorities arrived and when no one came to their beckoning, they forced their way in. The courtyard was covered in muddy footprints coming and going to the house. First, they found a few servants in the entryway who had been slashed to death with some sort of large blade, but that’s nothing compared to the total carnage they found inside.

Blood covered the home from top to bottom, bodies were strewn about, most of them decapitated and dismembered. Severed limbs were scattered through every room, making it impossible to tell which of the mutilated and burned body parts belonged together. A final death count was never even established. Many of the women and children had been savagely raped and assaulted before being butchered by sword or ax.

As for the “Sultan,” his body, showing signs of extreme torture, was found half-buried in the garden. It appeared that he had been buried alive and died during his struggle to escape. Over the mound of earth that imprisoned him, a marble tablet was found, inscribed in Arabic: “The justice of heaven is satisfied, and the date tree shall grow on the traitor’s tomb.”

For good reason, the mansion sat empty for decades. By the 1960’s it was falling apart and filled with vagrants until a couple bought it and restored it. They separated the mansion into six luxury apartments. The wondered why the neighbors would often give them strange looks as they were moving things in, but they didn’t have to wait long to find out why.

The first thing they noticed is that passersby would cross to the other side of the street when they went by. Then one night, the wife woke up with the feeling that something was watching her. She looked up and saw a man standing at the end of the bed. Instinct told her it was nothing and she rubbed her eyes to clear her vision but he was still there. Then form suddenly started to move closer to her so she panicked and turned on the light, waking her husband. The figure was gone and her husband gave her a hard time for a while after that.

That is until one day, she found him in the backyard, frantically digging up an old tree. He never admitted that it was because it frightened him, but he told her that It looked as if the tree was trying to crawl out from under the bricked patio and escape. Neighbors confirmed his fear when they told it’s story and called it “the death tree.”

Another resident in the apartments had a frightening experience as well. She also woke up to find the male figure standing at the end of her bed. One time was enough because she immediately left to stay with a friend and began looking for a new apartment. She and her friend stopped by the next day to get some of her things. As they were leaving, she locked the door to her unit and suddenly a shrill, blood-curdling scream came ringing down from the dark staircase next to her door. Knowing the top units to be vacant, the girls ran for their lives, even getting wedged for a moment in a doorway as they both tried to get away from the death shrieks coming from behind them.

And now the bar!

THE DUNGEON

Not much more than a stone’s throw from the Sultan’s Palace lies this Rock bar called The Dungeon. The Dungeon takes its name from the Sultan’s Palace legend. There is even a sign warning patrons they are “entering the dungeon of the prince.” You see, many of the locals believed that the Sultan abducted women and children and kept them in a dungeon of cages and chains until they willingly joined his harem. The bar is a gothic exaggeration of what that dungeon might have looked like

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To enter, you must cross the foot-bridge and pass the torture chamber that leads to the entrancing courtyard. You can even enjoy your drink inside a cage. There is a library inside that has a speakeasy-style hidden door to get to the restrooms. Upstairs, you can dance until you die on the heavy metal dance floor, just beware of the coffin hanging from the ceiling. Enjoy your Witch’s Brew or some Dragon’s Blood under the stare of the skulls that line the walls. Some say they are the very skulls of those that were massacred in the Sultan’s Palace. Obviously, they aren’t actual human skulls, but what a thought!

I wish I could show you more, but once you pass that courtyard, there are no pictures allowed. You know Vampires don’t show up in pictures anyways!

Vampire lore is truly believed in New Orleans, and as you might expect, vampires are known to frequent this establishment. Apparently, Vampires no longer suck blood. They feed on energy leaving their victims tired and weak. It is rumored that the owner of The Dungeon is a real New Orleans Vampire and that hanging coffin is where he sleeps during the day. That would be a good reason that the bar never opens until well after dark.

Scary enough for you?

You should definitely sleep soundly after that! Obviously, there is so much more to this city than a couple of days on a road trip can do justice for. So you will just have to make a trip down here and take every tour that Nightly Spirits has to offer to get up close and intimate with the haunts of New Orleans. We will be moving on to the last leg of our Ultimate Haunted Road Trip of the south.

Stay tuned for

The Ultimate Haunted Road Trip of the South PART FIVE-The final chapter.

 

PART ONE-Through the Foothills!

PART TWO-Heading for the Coast!

PART THREE-Thick Southern Drawl

PART FIVE-The Final Destinations!

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