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