Myrtles Plantation: The South’s Spookiest House

Myrtles.jpgTucked away among the giant oak trees dripping with Spanish moss in Louisiana’s Plantation Country is “one of America’s most haunted homes.”  The 10-acre, 18th-century Myrtles Plantation, featured in Traveler’s 2008 Stay List, charms visitors with rocking chairs on the cast iron porch and cozy French furnishings in its B&B.  But all the Southern charm can’t detract from the eerie feeling people get as they wander around the mansion and grounds. Rumor has it, ghosts abound.

The most popular ghost to haunt the Myrtles is Chloe. According to the legend, in the 1800s Judge Clark Woodruff, the plantation’s owner, had an affair with Chloe, the household servant. When Judge Woodruff began having an affair with another girl, Chloe feared that she would be banned from the house and forced to work in the fields with the other slaves. 

To prove herself worthy of remaining in the house, Chloe devised a plan. One night, she baked a cake and in the mix included some poisonous crushed oleander leaves, hoping to make his daughters sick so that she would have to nurse them back to health and secure herself a spot in the house. Her plan backfired, however, when the amount of poison caused the children to die. Fearing that they would be accused of murder by association, Chloe’s fellow slaves dragged her from bed that night, hanged her, then threw her body in the river. Some say that Chloe has appeared in their photos from the plantation and others hear the young girls laughing and playing at the Myrtles today.

You can hear these legends and others on a tour of the Myrtles. A walk through the house and stories about the history are offered on a daily basis. The Mystery Tours are held every Friday and Saturday evening, and guests sit around with a guide who tells about their personal experiences at the haunted mansion.  

And today at 6 p.m., tickets will go on sale for the Halloween Mystery Tours, to be held both tonight and Saturday night.  Tickets are $10 and will be sold on a first-come, first-serve basis at the plantation.

The Myrtles Plantation is located at 7747 U.S. Hwy 61, St. Francisville, LA, 70775.

Photo: Courtesy of Becky Pitzer, via flickr

Comments

  1. Story
    Waverly Hall,Georgia
    June 15, 2014, 3:30 pm

    I have always wanted to see what it would be like to stay there.Sounds creepy,but nice.

  2. lori
    mississippi
    October 7, 2012, 7:10 pm

    Stayed there about 7 yrs ago going back next month. It’s a beautiful place to stay very lovely. Touring the town was nice the old churches where the family is buried are very creepy but cool to look at. Can’t wait to go back cause there is definately spirits there.

  3. Christa
    March 16, 2010, 6:23 pm

    The surroundings are truly beautiful.I can spend my whole life there.
    Bhopal Online

  4. ghngfoh
    February 20, 2009, 4:08 pm

    jkgghjhposynbghyt.

  5. Jai
    January 14, 2009, 1:40 pm

    Gone is the fine dining restaurant. The one in its place appears to serve Chicken and Dumplings from a can and its biggest boast is that everything is under $13. Might have been half that, to be fair. The pre-frozen fried items were cold in the middle and the service strictly amateurish. The landscaping has been given over to prisoners on work-release (you can’t tell who they are because they don’t wear any sort of uniform. One of them escaped while we were there). The staff knows who they are and they seem more than a little nervous about having them around. All the flowers are gone. What’s left is dead and in need of replacing. We did get decent sheets (the staff told us that they were purchased especially for the owner’s friends who had visited recently), but the other guests had cheap, worn-out ones. For the prices, you might hope for good quality. The interior of the home is in awful condition. Huge cracks in the plaster that hasn’t fallen down. The so-called antiques are reproductions at best. One curious child revealed a wire spool table in the formal living room when he picked up the fancy covering. The so-called garden rooms had been redecorated after (we were told) the sewer system had backed up into them. The wallpaper looks pretty much as if a child put it up and the carpet is bargain-basement. We were there last year and had a wonderful time. Just now, though, its more as one might imagine Hillbilly Heaven than ante-bellum splendor. Just look at the sad, dead box hedge in the photograph. That story about Chloe was foisted on the ghost-happy public by Frances Kermeen when she owned it and has not a bit of truth to it. The magic mirror is a mercury mirror. The images in it are illusions. Rip-off is a strong word, but there just is not any other one.