The Ghost Hunting Begins

Lana Slept with a bible last night

My sister Lana has taken me to New Orleans for my 40th birthday.  My birthday isn't until September.  The 2nd to be exact so the final days of my 30's are being counted down.

Our flight down from Minnesota was uneventful.  There was a dwarf on our plane, so of course I took that as a sign of good luck and a guaranteed safe flight.  As I know and you should know, dwarfs are magical.

Louisiana is thought to be the most haunted state in the United States.  I'm here to judge for myself.  We are staying at  a B and B off the beaten path, outside of the French Quarter.  The original owner who built is was a local minister who was also a slave owner.  The slave quarters have been turned into rooms off of the main house.

Back in the 1800's the original owner lost two of his children in this house to illness, and he himself died after lingering for two weeks after an accident.  There were also a number of deaths among the slaves.  There is an entire book written about the owner and his life.  I'd share his name but Lana left the book outside in the courtyard yesterday.  I really hope it doesn't rain or she is buying this place a new book.

Lana and I are currently the only guest staying in the main house.  After arriving yesterday and checking in we set off to explore the French Quarter for a bit.  I did discover that Bourbon Street is not my cup of tea at all.  The smell alone caused us to redirect our course. We did enjoy a horse drawn carriage tour through the French Quarter.  Our guide sounded exactly like Al Pachino, which made the tour more interesting.

Back at the B and B last night as we prepared to go to bed around 11:00pm we had the TV on.  The TV kept going fuzzy like TVs do when they have antennas.  The thing is, this TV is hooked up to cable.  Odd occurrence, paranormal in nature, maybe?

Last night between 2:30 and 6:30 I heard what sounded like the floor creaking when we walked across it earlier.  Again, we are the only guest in the main house.  Upon hearing this noise I did what any ghost hunter would do.  I put the blankets over my head to act as a protective shield and installed my ear plugs.  Therefore, I'm not sure how long the creaking of the floor went on.

Also prior to going to bed last night I posted on Facebook about what was happening so far.  This morning that post is gone from Facebook.  Now it could have been some Facebook glitch, but I'm noting it anyways.

Now we are off to try the breakfast now here at the B and B and then are going on a cemetery tour.