By M.P. Pellicer | Stranger Than Fiction Stories
Mardi Gras, French for Fat Tuesday, has spawned worldwide carnivals and revelries. Historically it was the last day before Lent according to the Catholic calendar. Here are a few stories of those who sought mirth and debauchery and instead found death.
Traditional summer rains fell upon a well known haunted house which faced a square bounded by Washington and Tchoupitoulas Streets. The specter of demolition loomed on the horizon, and more than one group of thrill seekers made plans to get inside and find out if the legend was true of a skeleton hidden in a corner of the wall at one of the windings of the grand staircase. But it was not a burial, but a punishment to keep a secret, and the person was walled up alive.
In 1872 in New Orleans there was a haunted cell in the Fourth Precinct Police Station. An old woman named Ann Murphy had hanged herself, it was definitely proved that several suicides which occurred in the cell after her death were instigated by her ghost.
In New Orlean's Vieux Carre sits a house with an old-fashioned facade. Even before the turn of the 20th century, the Franco-Spanish residents of the old faubourg would whisper, "la maison est hantee", and after nightfall walked past it with hurried steps. Some were afraid to peer upwards and see the figure of a ghost child that haunted the rooftop once decorated by a latticed belvedere.
Stranger Than Fiction Stories by M.P. Pellicer