My oldest daughter and I stayed in the bed and breakfast and took the tour. We met others who had been there before and had experiences. Allie and I had a door that we kept closing and it kept opening again. It led to a small, stained attic closet. Putting the rocking chair in front of it did stop the problem, though.
Allie was very scared, but the night progressed without incident. Before that, though, when we were outside and it became dark, we walked around the grounds. No matter how badly I hoped to see or experience something, I just didn't until one spot near the house. I was taking pictures beside a small bush. The night was balmy as you'd expect for a Louisiana night, then suddenly, it became impossibly icy cold. A few steps away and it was warm...back to the bush and I was cold again. I checked around it and saw nothing. I felt nothing other than cold...no presence.
In the morning, we all shared stories and there were none. Even the repeat visitors sadly acknowledged that this time, they had no experiences. My daughter and I were intrigued enough that we do plan to go back again. The staff was very nice and the maid was cool. She shared with me a few things she'd experienced that she couldn't explain about the room we stayed in. I was mesmerized.
As to the history of the place, I agree...it's probably been embellished, but there was no slave torturing, attic thing, corpse-eating, or boy in a glass box. That is not even associated with the place. Its story basically is a slave who eavesdropped on her master, had her ear cut off as a punishment and then killed the family by poison by baking a cake with oleander leaves in it. There is debate about whether she did so on purpose or not. To save themselves from being punished, the slaves hanged her from a tree when they discovered what she'd done.
We're hoping to go back in late October next year :)
