Samedi: Ghostly Tales

As anyone who has studied, hunted or read about ghosts will tell you, it goes without saying that places like prisons are often more susceptible to haunting than other structures.  The negative energy built up in prisons and penitentiaries cannot be denied and the wraiths that haunt these types of places are often as twisted and malevolent as they come.  This is certainly the case in today’s ghostly tale.

The story comes from Parish Prison which once stood at the corner of Saratoga and Tulane in New Orleans.  This story made its way into the New Orleans Daily Picayune on my birthday, January 23^rd, back in 1882.  The brief article indicated that fourteen separate suicide attempts had occurred in the prison the prior year, all committed by inmates of cell number 17.  Those who managed to survive told horrible stories of a pale woman – sometimes she was said to be a seductive redhead, other times a silent nun – who appeared in their locked cell and tortured them mercilessly all night long.  She went about her grim work while wearing a pleasant expression and a tender smile.

When the prisoners’ bodies were examined they revealed agonizing burns in the shapes of hands and fingers.  The authorities, realizing something was up but unsure what to make of it, stopped using cell number 17.  The haunting calmed, but only for a few weeks.  Soon enough the redheaded haint was back, this time in cell number 7.  Sx women killed themselves over the course of a three month period.

Now the officers who worked at Parish Prison began to claim they had seen the ghost, but she always appeared to them as a beautiful, regal woman.  Employees dubbed her “The Redheaded Countess” and it was at this time, when the article was written, that the warden of the prison claimed to have met up with her on the back stairs.  Captain Bachemin swore he passed the Countess; she smiled at him and touched his arm, searing his flesh right through the sleeve of his uniform.

While the story is certainly intriguing, it is impossible to verify over 100 years later.  As the storyteller in Gumbo Ya~Ya ends the tale: the captain met the specter, or so he claims.

Header:  Worshipers by Louis Oscar Griffith via American Gallery