My wife and I left Natchez, Mississippi the morning after my encounter with Madeline. (This story is related in my first post-entitled "Madeline".) The next stop on our road trip was New Orleans.
We were traveling south on Route 61 and not long after entering Louisiana I saw a sign for the city of St. Francisville. This jogged something in my memory but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Soon after, I saw the sign for The Myrtles Plantation as we zipped past it. I'm sure most readers of this site are familiar with the history of The Myrtles.
I pulled over as soon as I could and asked the wife if she wanted to go back and take a look around. She said I was a glutton for punishment, but, sure, she wanted to see it.
We went back and my first impression was "if I was a ghost this might be the place to be, but as a traveler I'm not stopping here". I have to assume that the shabby exterior is intended to give a spookier atmosphere.
We signed up for the next tour and had some time to kill so we walked around the outside of the building taking pictures and hoping to see something. No ghosts cooperated.
Our tour guide gave us the history of the house and it's unearthly occupants. One story I found interesting was that of a producer from the "Oprah" show who had been a guest at the inn not long before. She had left very suddenly at around 3am. She wouldn't talk about why she was leaving, she just went.
Since it is an operating inn, you only get to see a few rooms. The main hall is supposed to be an active "ghost" area and the only place photos are allowed. I took some pictures with no results. My wife said she had felt suddenly cold in a parlor that had been a bedroom at one time. I can't say I saw or felt anything.
As we walked back to the car I was saying how disappointed I was that this was the second supposedly "Most Haunted" house I've been to (the other being the Whaley House in San Diego; my wife and daughter opted to wait outside) and I have yet to see or feel anything.
I pulled out on to the highway and as I accelerated something white flew up and over the windshield. It was like a white sheet had been lying on the hood of the car and blew up and over. My first thought was "did I really see that?". Second thought was "did I hit something?" but there had been no noise and I couldn't see anything in the mirrors.
I glanced over at my wife and asked if she had just seen something. She said "Oh yeah. Just keep driving." After a moment she added, "Sure you want to go to those cemeteries in New Orleans?"
I know this isn't much of a sighting but it's what I saw.