What better place to film a
movie about creatures that walk the night than Oak Alley Plantation in
Vacherie, Louisiana? Seen in
numerous films including, “Interview with a Vampire,” the plantation
has it’s own way of making visitors feel welcome.
A canopy of tall oaks shield visitors from sunlight as it frames
the main house, its soft pink walls beckon to you relax under the
formidable veranda. Is it no
wonder that the original family was loathe to leave it?
The wealthy Creole family,
the Romans, have left an indelible mark on the mansion.
A lady in black strolls the widow’s walk or beneath the shade of
the oaks. Could she be the
spirit of Louise Roman? As a
young woman, she ran to escape the amorous advances of a drunken suitor
and fell, slicing open her leg on the iron hoop frame.
Gangrene set in and to save her life, doctors amputated the leg
beneath the knee. Was the
drama of that night carved into life of the oaks?
Does she still walk beneath the trees of her youth?
Louise, in her late twenties, founded a Carmelite Convent in New
Orleans and died peacefully many years later, so perhaps not…
Employees at the plantation
are regularly visited by the supernatural.
Lights turn off and on during tours, touches as they walk by
certain rooms, the smell of lavender wafts through the room of the
original lady of the house along with the presence of a shadow just out of
the corner of the eye. Phantom
carriages have been heard riding up a gravel road, the clip-clop of hooves
resounding in the stillness that sometimes accompanies the sound.
A child weeps, it’s plaintive misery being carried through time
and echoes in the empty mansion.
Recently, a candlestick
flew across a room while a tour was being conducted.
Visions of a violent and deadly struggle accompanied one woman
while on tour, she watched as two men of the house wrestled with a
Confederate soldier. The
soldier is pushed from a second floor balcony, his body was then dragged
to the river and rolled in. Later,
a houseguest reported intense back pain while on the veranda.
As he moved away, the pain lessened but returned if he ventured
back to the spot. He was so
amazed by the experience that he shared it with his hostess who then
revealed that that was the area in which the scuffle in the vision had
Clocks hold a time all
their own at Oak Valley. In
an old southern custom, the clocks are stopped at the exact moment of the
last owner’s death (in this case, 7:30am).
The clocks were not touched again since.
Recently, several guides have found that many of the clocks were
set to different hours around the house.
Did they reflect the death of other family members or do they
follow the mysterious ticking of a clock only heard but never seen in the
Perhaps the most intriguing question at Oak Alley pertains to a photograph taken by Mr. Bernard of Fort Worth, TX. While touring the rooms, he snapped a picture in the master bedroom. When the film was developed, the shade of a young woman with waist-length chestnut colored hair appeared to be gazing out the French doors towards to the alley. When sending the photograph back to Oak Alley for their opinion, at first glance they thought it was a dressmaker’s mannequin that is displayed in the room. Of course, however, the mannequin is headless so you may draw your own conclusions…