I moved into a house with my family in Opelousas. They lived on the side of the city called ''The trash pile'', not far from Holy Ghost Catholic Church. At night, sometimes we would hear footsteps in the hallway and voices around the house. I told my mom about what I was experiencing and she laughed it off and told me there were no ghosts in that house. So I ignored all that I heard because I wasn't seeing anything. I figured I must be just paranoid from being in a house I wasn't used to.
One day, I was standing outside with a friend on what I thought was the walk way that led to the front steps. I looked down and my jaw dropped. I asked my friend, ''Are those graves?!'' Whoever lived there before us, placed door mats there to cover them. They were partly destroyed graves (2 vertical long marble slabs one above the other) with French writing on them. One said Francois Neda and the other says Feliciane. I can't remember Feliciane's last name or the dates on them. But I do remember the dates being around the 1700's.
My dad said they had just found out they were graves by asking the landlord. I do not speak french and neither does my family. But with the use of the internet, I interpreted the words "Here lies..." which was enough for me to want to get the hell out of there. Despite the noises in the house, my family wasn't bothered by it and left the door mats on top of the words.
I just could not believe I had been walking on people's graves all that time thinking they were a concrete walk way. They are right in front of the porch as if they were purposely put there as a walk way. I should have known. Because every time it would rain, if you weren't careful you would slide all over them. So I kind of figured it wasn't concrete we were walking on.
We later found out, the landlord's father built the house with his own two hands and made the graves blend in as if they are a concrete walkway leading up to the porch. Clever but kind of crazy! I decided to do some research on these people. Because if they were ghosts, I wanted to know who or what I was dealing with. I found out that Francois was from France and was a plantation owner (buried on his land), one of the very first respected business men in Opelousas, and also served as Mayor. I couldn't find any information on Feliciane.
I am a little bit interested in the paranormal so my brother, cousin, and I decided to do an investigation. I was too scared to take pictures but we caught an EVP of two or more women having a conversation. My brother got scared and said we should delete the recordings and leave well enough alone. So we did.
And it didn't take long for that house to explode with activity. We were getting touched and hearing more noises and voices than ever. One night, I had some friends over. There were 3 glasses on the table and they all literally split in half perfectly by themselves. There was no dramatic temperature change and nobody was around to touch the glass. They didn't even move off the table.
Later that night, I was going to the bathroom and saw a tall slim man dressed in period clothing. He didn't seem threatening but it scared the hell out of me. I'd never seen a ghost in person before and I could not take anymore and decided to move in with my brother. But I wasn't the only person in the house to get a glimpse of the tall man. He never interacted with anyone. He seemed to be in his own world when we would see him. Only my mom saw the ghost of a young pregnant woman. She interacts with people... So I've heard. I've never seen her but I believe she is Feliciane.
My mom called me one morning crying saying she couldn't take it anymore and my dad refused to believe her. That is until he and my mom were alone and both heard a woman singing in the kitchen and that's when they finally started talking about moving. Needless to say, they moved out right after. It didn't take long for someone else to move in and move right out soon after. I feel bad for opening that can of worms. Maybe we should have left well enough alone.