Back in 1978 while visiting my then fiance who lived in New Orleans, my traveling companion and I decided to drive out to some of the plantations in the countryside while my fiance was at work. We ended up at a Plantation located roughly halfway between the city and Baton Rouge. It was a lovely stately old place situated adjacent to the Mississippi, its banks contained by a high earthen levee. This property had a beautiful stone stairway built into the mound, that lead to the top of it. Because we were limited on time we decided to forgo the walk up to the top of the levee and made a dash to the house to catch the tour that was about to start.
Being the last ones to arrive, we were at the tail end of the group of about 15 people. I was so fascinated with the building, the history and the stories that came with it, I was oblivious to any emotions or vibrations that the place may have been projecting. On the second floor we passed from room to room, the furniture and living areas neatly roped off for viewing, but no touching. Every room was connected to each other through a doorway, not much privacy in this place!
We had just passed though one of the ladies boudoirs, and being the last in line, we were standing in the doorway waiting for the group to move forward. Suddenly, the closet door of a huge armoire adjacent to the doorway swung open and smacked me in the back. I had just finished telling my friend that the fully attired dress makers form by the window creeped me out. Momentarily shocked, I stared at my friend who was open mouthed and bug-eyed for she had been facing me and had seen it swing open, on its own! Our "what the?" reaction kicked in and we peeked into the closet, the hangers were swinging back and forth!
Needless to say, we pushed forward through the group (some started grumbling but we didn't care) and stayed in the middle of the pack until the end of the tour. We said a quick thank you to the tour operator at the end and headed back to our car and drove away.
Once on the main road we started jabbering, like it was now ok to talk, going over and over what happened. We came to the conclusion that I had offended SOMEONE with my comment. By the time we got home we were exhausted.
The rest of our stay was uneventful, no spirits, even though we ate a haunted restaurant. Personally, I think the whole lovely city is full of spirits!