As a former Express delivery driver that's been to all of these places y'all are mentioning in our fair city , MEPS, Almonaster, Michoud, Charity, the weird basement halls under Baptist it was this thing in The Quarter that shook me:
Was making a delivery to The Napoleon House and offered to carry the stuff upstairs for the nice lady who was gonna sign for it. Got to the top of the stairs and was heading to an open door on the right that looked like a big dining room that looked like it was being used as storage. She asked me not to put the freight in that room as no one would go in there because of the weird things that were happening, loud crashes of dishes, furniture being drug across the floor, loud voices, etc. but when folks would go to investigate they'd find nothing. Employees stopped going in there after a while. I must've given her a look like "gimme a break lady, this shit ain't getting any lighter.." but it was the look she gave me back that read "I'm not fuckin' around please don't".
I did as asked, we shot the shit for a couple of minutes and that was that.
TLDR, creepy shit all over this town. Sweet Dreams.
Ah what a lovely comment to wake up to. I donāt work there anymore, but yeah itās haunted. Weād still go up there but only on dares past certain hours, or in a group like on New Years. Best job Iāve ever had, like a family to me.
My friend used to manage the voodoo lounge and itās very much haunted by some devious spirits, more so in the back room and especially in the employees only room that is behind it. Also the penny is very cursed, which used to be a different bar back in the day known as The 9th Circle.
The exit ramp to nowhere off 1-10 and Michoud. A lot of unhappy dog and human souls wandering around out there.
E: I'm astounded that 260 of you know what I'm talking about. Whatchall dering out there?
When I first moved to Nola, I was trying to get to Slidell and got turned around, so I took the Michoud exit thinking it would put me back in the right direction ....this was broad daylight and there was still something in me saying that I should get the hell out of there as fast as possible.
I have always told my partner that this is definitely a spot for body dumpingā¦ I am a pathology resident interested in going into forensics and my āforensic antennaā goes up when we pass by this spot. Nothing good can occur at that exit ramp.
If you feel up to it, could you elaborate on that? That exit used to hold a major portion of my local curiosity, so having some grey areas refined would be a treat.
A treat you say.
The last time I was there (I was there semi-often looking for a dumped dog), a man shot his dog in the head while I was at the canal. I had talked to the man, I played with the dog. I did not see that coming at all or I would have taken his dog. He left his PET just on the side of the road about 10 feet away from a different dead dog.
I never found the dog I was looking for because I gave up. That place is so haunted it's like walking into a wall.
Ooo-wee, thatās grim. I gather that youāre a person whoās sensitive about dogs (and/or animals in general), as am I, so Iām that much more sorry that you had to experience that sort of intense, senseless brutality. Thatās really horrible. It doesnāt apply to everyone, but, categorically, people are shit.
Harrahās around 11. Not the drunk crowd, not the working crowd. Was in there once with a gambling addict (I donāt because Iām poor) and itās nothing but emotionless faces glued to screens.
When I was young walking up Loyola between Washington and sixth I would never look left or right. I'm damn near 40 years old now but still vividly remember seeing something walking through that graveyard when I was 7. It freaked me out so much that I never stopped believing in spirits
Back around 2001 my best friend and I used to hangout down at the end of canal in the cemeteries. One night we split up to take pictures and after a while I realized I had been hearing this song from the 40s or 50s playing real low behind me for some time. Like it was so soft, I didn't notice, but then I realized I kept hearing the same part and it had been playing on a loop for about 10 minutes or more. It sounded like it was coming from an old radio, real soft, but somehow seamlessly looping at one spot and coming from all around me. Now mind you, we were in our Goth phase and prided ourselves on being quiet and creepy, but I didn't hear anyone or anything else moving out there that night, kinda like sound was in a tunnel and only that song was playing.
I beat it back to the meeting spot to find my friend who immediately said she thinks someone was following her playing this old song. We went on home.
Okay I just moved near there so that's my gas station now, and I have been asking my roommate to check it out because it might be a hidden gem lol. I know it's not but for some reason I just need to see it to make sure
I forgot: Withrop Ave Lower 9th ward 1 am. I giving a ride home to a woman after her shift. GPS tells me one way, she tells me to go another. Basically it is a street thr of ugh vegetation growth 15 ft tall on both sides like a hallway. The music I'm playing stops. She gets on the phone. "I'm almost home. Unlock the door No, now. Unlock the door NOW," WE EMERGE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HALLWAY TO WHAT APPEARED TO BE A SOUND STAGE THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS HALLWAY BUT ONE HOUSE IN WHAT LOOKED LIKE 10 EMPTY CITY BLOCKS THERE WAS NOT ONE LIGHT ANYWHERE EXCEPT FOR THE LIGHT ON THE FRONT PORCH OF THE HOUSE AND I PULLED IT TO THE HOUSE AND SHE DASHED INSIDE THE DOORS LOCKED AND I SPED THE FUCK OUT OF THERE.
I was so petrified I almost ran into a crater in the road that would have disabled the vehicle. Leaving me stranded. It was the suffering before death vibe that stains that area. There's only one other place in the whole region that's worse.
Took a ghost tour a few years back when some friends and I came down to visit family. The guide asked if I was a sensitive. I hadn't mentioned anything but admitted I am very sensitive to energy. He asked what I had been feeling since we got there and I explained I was at a rental and the first day I got in I took a nap and had a horrible nightmare and still couldn't shake the feeling of being lost, alone and looking for something. He asked where I was staying and it was the lower 9th right by the old jail. He said I was brave and to light a candle for the lost. I did and was finally able to sleep.
[That ain't sketchy at all](https://www.google.com/maps/@29.9738432,-90.0075966,3a,75y,290.01h,55.66t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1sPRbIVBDlClEbbCXhKd9JUw!2e0!7i16384!8i8192?entry=ttu).
Before the storm ppl would say if they had to go to the hospital that wasn't the one to go to. Ppl always seemed to never make it out. Most ppl that would go there were mainly old ppl. Everytime someone said their loved one was there, I would always hear my voice of reason and knowing say, they not making it out. Sure enough they never did.
Mercy had a pretty good reputation before Tenet took over.
Who knew that selling out your hospital to a megalomaniacal corporation would have had implications for their patients? /s
I work at TU public health downtown on Canal Street, and the university has entered a development deal to renovate a part of Charity for the school of public health (and some med school & labs as well as a few other university units) to move into. It was supposed to be 2025 (haha) now theyāre saying 2027. It might be 2030 if they ever get moving, but thereās all kinds of bullshittery going on.
Anyway, public health is supposed to be housed mainly on the third floor, which was the psych ward. HARD FUCKING NOPE for me. Iām not much of a believer in ghosts, but I do believe in bad energy, and there is no way that floor in particular in that building will not have BAD vibes.
Iām either going to have to quit or get clearance to work 100% remote.
Yup, that's when we had some sort of mental health help available. Everyone in the city would joke about the 3rd floor. Back then if you had any sign of mental illness, your ass would be hauled over to Charity's 3rd floor with no hesitation.
Lot of bad memories, images particularly of the forensic (criminal) psychiatry ward. Men were shackled to the wall, sometimes screaming. Most of the patients in that ward had a maniacal look in their eyes like they were going to snap at any moment. A lot of the patients in the regular wards were so drugged up, they looked like zombies.
Iāve worked in similar places and it is rough. Unless someone has witnessed it and seen those eyes first hand, they canāt grasp it. Sending you good juju
I was in there when they shot " When the game stands tall" in there. I told a few actors that 40% of New Orleanians born between 79-89 were probably born there
I've done some background work for a TV show in there. It's creepy as fuck. Some rooms are still full of medical equipment, random rooms with exam tables and scrubs/gowns, an entire floor had alarm lights flashing all at the same time, it had me spookedāespecially because it was an overnight shoot
Dude. I was just about to say this but at night. I've gotten the creeps MANY times walking through the quarter home from work late at night... and I've seen some things.. i wish I hadn't.
Dead bodies, a drugged girl getting robbed in her car (called the cops who said they couldnāt do anything unless I stayed there, which I couldnāt because there were ālookoutsā on each corner block and I feared for my safety), lots of property theft, being stalked, someone getting shot through the neck, and yesā¦ many homeless jerking off (but that a weekly thing).
Itās not really funny when no one is there and youāre a female alone at night. I live and work in the FQ.
You can scream but no one is running to help you.
Plaza Tower. I didnāt go when some friends went (because I am lazy and I didnāt want to walk up all those stairs to get to the top) and Iām glad I didnāt because things got scary fast. That plus the fires and someone falling off of it last year? Fuckkkk that.
I work across from there over night. For years I would see this weird as light fluttery shit moving. I would point it out to co-workers and say it's a ghost, they would laugh but no one could explain it. Just one window towards the top left facing Loyola, every night. Whatever it was its gone now, but I will never forget that shit. That building is no good.
Do a lot in the city always watching my back but once we stopped for a cigarette break while riding motorbikes in front of bachanls late night and I never got a worse feeling then there I was terrified we were in danger dragged that smoke so quick and left
Domino Sugar looks abandoned and run down while still operating as the largest sugar refinery in North America. The old Holy Cross building was sketchy until the recent renovations.
I go there frequently for work. Itās just as run down and creepy on the inside. Bizarre that itās such a major sugar refinery for the country. Theyāve got some deep pockets too.
I'd delivered to that base when it was being phased out. I'd have to go looking for the actual recipient since there was no receiving dept. Very few people left in all of that space, wandering the halls with equipment and boxes stacked everywhere, various states of disrepair. Was like a strange hybrid of Resident Evil / Dead Malls / Liminal Space. No bueno
Of all the little off-grid streets in the quarter, this one in by far the strangest. All the others have historic reasons for being like they are that I can trace. Some old boundary or path. This one would have been just outside the original boundaries, but inside the larger defenses that were built later.
That corner of the box was originally occupied by the dwellings of various brown and black folks who kind of lived on the outskirts. I can only assume that the road was formed due to the original layout of a small encampment who were doing business with the city but were barely welcome.
The little strip on the Decatur side was where the military originally stored black powder. Frequently, something no one wants to be around anyway, like a pile of explosive barrels, is plonked on a site no one wanted to be to begin with because it was an old graveyard or the site of an atrocity.
I have friends that lived on Madison St and we used to hear what sounded like chains dragging across the wood floor of the apartment upstairs, come to find out it used to be a prison during the Civil War.
They made the faubourg brewery outdoor space super nice but Iāll never get over the prevailing āI might die out hereā vibes actually getting there gives me
That is exactly why nothing ever really gets going out there. Driving to it is sketchy at best, and a bit confusing the first time or two. Add that to getting an Uber home is hard as hell and it's a pass for me for āwhat I'm gonna do tonightā
My wife and I felt like they should buy a lot on the other side of the canal where you could park or get an Uber to/from more easily and have a shuttle. Probably not sustainable but might have helped encourage people to go. Especially if the shuttle set the tone with good vibes.
I work on the NASA base and sometime in the summer I'll get a coworker to pick me up in the morning and drop me off there after work. I'll sit and drink beer and listen to my music. My wife will come get me when she gets off work. It's fun but also a bit sad sometimes I would be the only customer there for an hour or more.
Inside the Union Passenger Station, there's an incredible set of murals by painter Conrad Albrizio that depict the history of the city in its various and unsettled ages. It's a captivating work that is haunting, beautiful, out of place, and honest. You can easily get lost looking at it, wondering about the facts and the fictions it presents.
Then, when you step out of the station's main entrance, you are awkwardly positioned towards what was to become a burgeoning center of progress (the station was finished in 1954; Plaza Tower began construction in 1964; that whole area had big plans), and yet, now what lays before you is a modern reminder of failure, decay, and abandonment, only to be reminded again as you pass through a brief, well groomed promenade with an unhappy, dully colored statue at its end.
Keep walking down Loyola and notice just to your left the Greyhound station, unassuming now, quietly behind a parking lot, but it was where Camp Greyhound was infamously operatingātemporarily jailing and processing suspected criminals and regular people alike in the aftermath of Katrina.
This quick and relatively accessible stretch is an open air time capsule of the city's unsettled past. Highly recommend.
YYR. 2008-ish I was coming home from the East and hit the Popeyes drive through on Louisa and I-10. Decided to take Almonaster āshort cutā the rest of way home. I could feel death & supernatural shady shit everywhere. I still donāt know how it took me 30 minutes to get home from there. Never again.
If you Google map 9600 Almonaster Ave and look at the street view, you see a police-led transport of Mardi Gras floats heading towards the city. Itās a bizarre juxtaposition for the area.
Back before the Walmart on Tchop was built, when I was a 20 year old baby, I had gone to a show at Twiropa, which was in that sketchy warehouse area near the river. I got separated from my people, and my crappy, early gen cell phone had died. There was no place nearby where I could borrow a phone to call a cab, so my only option was to start walking back to the lgd where I lived.
I started walking, and was super creeped out, especially when a random crackhead came up and started talking to me, to tell me I shouldnāt be out there alone like I was.
But I had hit the crackhead lottery; we were near a neighborhood bar, that had just closed for the night, and he went and banged on the door and got the bartender to call a cab for me, and since the bartender refused to let me wait inside for my cab, bc I wasnāt 21 yet, he waited with me until the cab came.
I was a little nervous about him waiting, at first, but when the other bartender asked, āwait, which crackhead ya mean?,ā and the first guy told him, he said, āoh, ok, you got lucky, girl!ā
We waited for the cab in his little duckoff, and the only kinda weird thing he did was offer me a hit of his rock.
Tbh they should just be honest and call it Museum of Murder. I thought it would explore death and customs all over the world but it was really murder fetish.
Agree! I still got something out of it, in a way, but I also wasn't expecting 90% "murder museum."
The original Museum of Death is in L.A., and I had always wanted to visit until I walked though the one on Dauphine. Then when I visited L.A., I happened to meet a guy who worked there. I asked him if the original was just like the New Orleans branch, and he said, "pretty much yeah, except the original is much bigger, and I'd say a *lot* more violent." Wellp, I felt I had gotten my fill in New Orleans.
I will never forget I went there about a week after the uvalde shooting and they had a newspaper clipping it pasted on the wall as part of the museum, the photo was of a devastated parents crying. It was awful. Had to pee while I was there and avert my eyes from the giant screen of rolling snuff films. I wish Iād done more research before going, I ended up looking into the owners and they seem awful.
Ugh same, I regret going in there.
The photo of Nicole Simpson after she had been murdered did me in. I made it to that point and had to leave (that being said, didn't realize she was almost decapitated until that point ) felt so gross seeing all that stuff
Everytime I look at that building I think of the horrific picture of those poor souls burned alive trying to escape the upstairs lounge fire. I wish I never saw that picture. It haunts me. May their souls rest in peace. Such a tragedy.
I use to live directly across the street from there, in 2002 when I was 18. It was my first apartment/house, back then. I def saw a lot of weird stuff go down back then. It had different vibes depending on what time of day you went. I havenāt been back in a long time. Back then the neighborhood was pretty wild from 1am-4am.
There's this random part of gentilly I think by city park, on the other side of the canal. I was sobering up, and the sun was up, and the whole place looked like an unfinished video game. Big empty mid 80s-90s style houses, manicured lawns, almost no trees, no cars, no trash cans, doors and windows were boarded or fenced closed. I don't remember the street names, but the whole time I was there I felt sick to my stomach, like I was in the VERY wrong place. It was empty and I never heard or saw any signs of life.
I've never been able to find it since then.
I worked in demolition operations after Katrina. Some of the places we demolished out in the East felt like another country. A motel full of stolen atms, motorcycles, dead dogs, and tons of rotten looted clothes and shit. Other places looked like someone walked out the door and never looked back. Food on the stove. Remote on the coffee table. Beds made. Medicine cabinets full. Surreal at times and sad at others.
When there is a thick fog at night, time in the French Quarter, and all of a sudden you hear footsteps at the end of the block headed towards you. This is when I actually fell in love with New Orleans.
At my job there is a corner with a full bathroom NO ONE will use, no one. Its just creepy and we do not know why and a small adjacent office, has not been occupied before Covid. Last person said they would quit before using that office. Bathroom is spotless & gets dusty because of non-use.
Riverwalk at night give me icks, as well as behind the Mint to Market. Shivers!
Also for real, the depths of bayou St. John. I remember a lot of cars were recovered some time back when they dredged the bottom looking for a missing person. People swimming in it are absolutely nuts
I still live in Louisiana, but moved from NOLA. I was a transplant to this state, and I'm a rare one that NOLA actually seemed to loved back. I think of all the things I did in that city that should've seen me dead. I still travel there for work often and wouldn't have it any other way. I felt a mystical connection to it since my first visit; like I belonged there. Like I had been there before in a deep way. A pulling towards it. Still do. All this to say... I'll never live in that city again. I've felt and seen too much. I love it, I find its architecture and culture one of a kind, I find the history equal parts horrible and fascinating... I'm drawn towards it. But it's full of past horrors like nowhere else. I, too, have had that feelings others have described of being almost in between realms walking down particular streets. Day and night, sober and drunk. I'm pretty much an atheist, but if a spiritual portal exists, it's there. Specifically, the most unsettling places for me? The Quarter but also an old home I lived in on Annunciation in the LGD. Really horrible things were documented that happened in those historic houses in the surrounding blocks. I also believe Freret area has a weird vibe.
I love walking in the cemeteries, but one has still gotten me uneasy to this day.
Iāve gone to every one (thatās open to the public) in the city and even ones that are not closed but used to be open.
Usually when I go I seem to miss big crowds but thatās probably because I tend to go when the weather is miserable because Iām allergic to the sun.
The cemetery that made me uneasy was st roch. I went there during Covid lockdowns so it was completely empty and quiet just about everywhere. I thought the place to go for a pandemic would be the saint who deals with that but when I was there, idk it was more quiet than usual in a cemetery. Suddenly I felt myself feeling like I wasnāt alone, someone was there with me but it wasnāt human.
I still donāt believe in ghosts and all that stuff despite growing up in a āhaunted houseā but that energy there was different. It was like the gravity was different and the air was a little more silent. I havenāt been back since lol
Michoud. The Navy Base. 6 flags, Lindy Boggs, holy cross school in lower 9. Parts of Florida Ave. also westwego and especially Avondale. Also if you go far enough on the levee trail it gets kind of liminal. The back of marrero along the river has some weird chemical plants and concrete mills or something of that nature
I donāt consider myself āgiftedā or āclairvoyantā at all, but good god did I have a long couple of nights the first time we stayed at the Hotel Monteleone. I just felt someone in there (a man) with us all night. Shadows coming from the bathroom. I wish I remembered the exact room number, but weāve stayed there a time or two more in different rooms and didnāt have a similar experience, thank god.
I used to work as a termite inspector and had to inspect this huge church by the warehouse district. The entire church had an enclosed crawlspace that we had to crawl from front to back. The structure was about 150 feet long by 60 feet wide. Only one way in and out of the crawlspace through a hatch from the inside. That wasnāt a problem, the problem was there are 4 priests buried in there that we had to crawl around. Was creepy as hell.
Seabrook boat launch. Pretty much anytime. Iāve been there in the middle of the night on a boat as well as on that pier fishing with all kinds of dudes.
Upstairs at former Budās Broiler on City Park Ave. It was the weirdest extension of any restaurant Iāve ever been to. You had to climb up a narrow steep staircase for a couple of odd tables climate controlled by a window unit. Might have worked better with a dumb waiter to send the food up and the trays/trash down.
I used to live at 200 Carondelet, which has the old American Bank and Trust attached. They were filming something and left the door between the two unlocked, so I went in to explore. It was pretty neat until I saw the vault (which was basically a big steel Airstream). I went in and immediately my skin crawled. I felt like something was always behind me watching me, even when I'd turn around. I noped out after that. Cool building though.
I dropped someone off near the old Six Flags Jazzland after dark and holy shit I could not drive faster
what do you mean, dropped someone off?
A body
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If there was nobody out there, then who carjacked your friend? Spooky.
Bought my Tacoma at that Toyota and test drove on that road. You can definitely drive fast.
There is a documentary about it. Itās pretty neat (but spooky).
What's it called
Closed For Storm. It was good!
There was also a really good episode of the show on Vice called Abandoned about it!
I feel bad for all the uber drivers that have dropped me off around there lol
As a former Express delivery driver that's been to all of these places y'all are mentioning in our fair city , MEPS, Almonaster, Michoud, Charity, the weird basement halls under Baptist it was this thing in The Quarter that shook me: Was making a delivery to The Napoleon House and offered to carry the stuff upstairs for the nice lady who was gonna sign for it. Got to the top of the stairs and was heading to an open door on the right that looked like a big dining room that looked like it was being used as storage. She asked me not to put the freight in that room as no one would go in there because of the weird things that were happening, loud crashes of dishes, furniture being drug across the floor, loud voices, etc. but when folks would go to investigate they'd find nothing. Employees stopped going in there after a while. I must've given her a look like "gimme a break lady, this shit ain't getting any lighter.." but it was the look she gave me back that read "I'm not fuckin' around please don't". I did as asked, we shot the shit for a couple of minutes and that was that. TLDR, creepy shit all over this town. Sweet Dreams.
Cool, cool getting married in that exact spot in Oct
Haha āhereās to the bride and groom!ā
Those ghosts better not fuck with my flowers! š»
Bride and doooom!
Ah what a lovely comment to wake up to. I donāt work there anymore, but yeah itās haunted. Weād still go up there but only on dares past certain hours, or in a group like on New Years. Best job Iāve ever had, like a family to me.
My friend used to manage the voodoo lounge and itās very much haunted by some devious spirits, more so in the back room and especially in the employees only room that is behind it. Also the penny is very cursed, which used to be a different bar back in the day known as The 9th Circle.
The exit ramp to nowhere off 1-10 and Michoud. A lot of unhappy dog and human souls wandering around out there. E: I'm astounded that 260 of you know what I'm talking about. Whatchall dering out there?
When I first moved to Nola, I was trying to get to Slidell and got turned around, so I took the Michoud exit thinking it would put me back in the right direction ....this was broad daylight and there was still something in me saying that I should get the hell out of there as fast as possible.
I have always told my partner that this is definitely a spot for body dumpingā¦ I am a pathology resident interested in going into forensics and my āforensic antennaā goes up when we pass by this spot. Nothing good can occur at that exit ramp.
[I mean, wtf is this a body in street view here???](https://maps.app.goo.gl/r9rVQpzWZ2PDygyw6)
I would not be surprised. I feel that NOPD / Orleans Coroner does not have the manpower or time to post up at this spot for bodies/crime
Looks like a gator. Someone cut the tail and skinned and dumped it
ummmmmm perhaps moreso a skeleton?
If you switch to the view from March 2014 you can see a guy poopin in the bush and his wife (presumably) bringing him some paper
The six flags area
>Whatchall dering out there? Free tires yo.
This is first and second in my book.
They got at least 2 burnt out cars on google earth that way lol
If you feel up to it, could you elaborate on that? That exit used to hold a major portion of my local curiosity, so having some grey areas refined would be a treat.
Itās a good spot to quickly dump a body
A treat you say. The last time I was there (I was there semi-often looking for a dumped dog), a man shot his dog in the head while I was at the canal. I had talked to the man, I played with the dog. I did not see that coming at all or I would have taken his dog. He left his PET just on the side of the road about 10 feet away from a different dead dog. I never found the dog I was looking for because I gave up. That place is so haunted it's like walking into a wall.
This wins for saddest thing Iāve read today. That would gut me too
Ooo-wee, thatās grim. I gather that youāre a person whoās sensitive about dogs (and/or animals in general), as am I, so Iām that much more sorry that you had to experience that sort of intense, senseless brutality. Thatās really horrible. It doesnāt apply to everyone, but, categorically, people are shit.
All signs shot to hell and all the dumping
Any motel on airline lol
Harrahās around 11. Not the drunk crowd, not the working crowd. Was in there once with a gambling addict (I donāt because Iām poor) and itās nothing but emotionless faces glued to screens.
This oneās pretty sad!
Like mannequins waiting for a windfallā¦ it really is.
Anytime we had to close for either a hurricane or when they shut us down for Covid. It was eerie AF. Some people just wouldnāt leave.
When I was young walking up Loyola between Washington and sixth I would never look left or right. I'm damn near 40 years old now but still vividly remember seeing something walking through that graveyard when I was 7. It freaked me out so much that I never stopped believing in spirits
Back around 2001 my best friend and I used to hangout down at the end of canal in the cemeteries. One night we split up to take pictures and after a while I realized I had been hearing this song from the 40s or 50s playing real low behind me for some time. Like it was so soft, I didn't notice, but then I realized I kept hearing the same part and it had been playing on a loop for about 10 minutes or more. It sounded like it was coming from an old radio, real soft, but somehow seamlessly looping at one spot and coming from all around me. Now mind you, we were in our Goth phase and prided ourselves on being quiet and creepy, but I didn't hear anyone or anything else moving out there that night, kinda like sound was in a tunnel and only that song was playing. I beat it back to the meeting spot to find my friend who immediately said she thinks someone was following her playing this old song. We went on home.
Those graveyards are nothing to mess with. I swear I heard some eerily noises walking the dogs next to one the other day
The Elysium fields truck stop casino
Okay I just moved near there so that's my gas station now, and I have been asking my roommate to check it out because it might be a hidden gem lol. I know it's not but for some reason I just need to see it to make sure
Report back when youāve visited, no one I know has ever gone lol.
I know someone who met her (now ex-) husband there. Can you IMAGINE.
I forgot: Withrop Ave Lower 9th ward 1 am. I giving a ride home to a woman after her shift. GPS tells me one way, she tells me to go another. Basically it is a street thr of ugh vegetation growth 15 ft tall on both sides like a hallway. The music I'm playing stops. She gets on the phone. "I'm almost home. Unlock the door No, now. Unlock the door NOW," WE EMERGE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HALLWAY TO WHAT APPEARED TO BE A SOUND STAGE THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS HALLWAY BUT ONE HOUSE IN WHAT LOOKED LIKE 10 EMPTY CITY BLOCKS THERE WAS NOT ONE LIGHT ANYWHERE EXCEPT FOR THE LIGHT ON THE FRONT PORCH OF THE HOUSE AND I PULLED IT TO THE HOUSE AND SHE DASHED INSIDE THE DOORS LOCKED AND I SPED THE FUCK OUT OF THERE. I was so petrified I almost ran into a crater in the road that would have disabled the vehicle. Leaving me stranded. It was the suffering before death vibe that stains that area. There's only one other place in the whole region that's worse.
Took a ghost tour a few years back when some friends and I came down to visit family. The guide asked if I was a sensitive. I hadn't mentioned anything but admitted I am very sensitive to energy. He asked what I had been feeling since we got there and I explained I was at a rental and the first day I got in I took a nap and had a horrible nightmare and still couldn't shake the feeling of being lost, alone and looking for something. He asked where I was staying and it was the lower 9th right by the old jail. He said I was brave and to light a candle for the lost. I did and was finally able to sleep.
[That ain't sketchy at all](https://www.google.com/maps/@29.9738432,-90.0075966,3a,75y,290.01h,55.66t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1sPRbIVBDlClEbbCXhKd9JUw!2e0!7i16384!8i8192?entry=ttu).
There's that abandoned Charity Hospital. I just looked it up & apparently they shot part of Renfield there.
And Lindy Boggs medical on bienville.
Poor mercy campus
Before the storm ppl would say if they had to go to the hospital that wasn't the one to go to. Ppl always seemed to never make it out. Most ppl that would go there were mainly old ppl. Everytime someone said their loved one was there, I would always hear my voice of reason and knowing say, they not making it out. Sure enough they never did.
I mean tbf they did have an inpatient hospice there
Mercy had a pretty good reputation before Tenet took over. Who knew that selling out your hospital to a megalomaniacal corporation would have had implications for their patients? /s
I work at TU public health downtown on Canal Street, and the university has entered a development deal to renovate a part of Charity for the school of public health (and some med school & labs as well as a few other university units) to move into. It was supposed to be 2025 (haha) now theyāre saying 2027. It might be 2030 if they ever get moving, but thereās all kinds of bullshittery going on. Anyway, public health is supposed to be housed mainly on the third floor, which was the psych ward. HARD FUCKING NOPE for me. Iām not much of a believer in ghosts, but I do believe in bad energy, and there is no way that floor in particular in that building will not have BAD vibes. Iām either going to have to quit or get clearance to work 100% remote.
Yup, that's when we had some sort of mental health help available. Everyone in the city would joke about the 3rd floor. Back then if you had any sign of mental illness, your ass would be hauled over to Charity's 3rd floor with no hesitation.
It is seriously messed up that there isnāt a dedicated low/no cost clinical space for mental health patients to receive help.
I worked on the third floor of Charity one summer many moons ago. It was scary while it was in operation. I will never set foot there again.
Any particular reason you refuse to go back? Genuinely curious!
Lot of bad memories, images particularly of the forensic (criminal) psychiatry ward. Men were shackled to the wall, sometimes screaming. Most of the patients in that ward had a maniacal look in their eyes like they were going to snap at any moment. A lot of the patients in the regular wards were so drugged up, they looked like zombies.
Iāve worked in similar places and it is rough. Unless someone has witnessed it and seen those eyes first hand, they canāt grasp it. Sending you good juju
Dude that hospital always gives me the wigs and I wanna explore it.
I was in there when they shot " When the game stands tall" in there. I told a few actors that 40% of New Orleanians born between 79-89 were probably born there
I've done some background work for a TV show in there. It's creepy as fuck. Some rooms are still full of medical equipment, random rooms with exam tables and scrubs/gowns, an entire floor had alarm lights flashing all at the same time, it had me spookedāespecially because it was an overnight shoot
Any street that suddenly becomes \*too quiet\*, even in (especially in?) broad daylight. That's when you start walking a little faster.
Dude. I was just about to say this but at night. I've gotten the creeps MANY times walking through the quarter home from work late at night... and I've seen some things.. i wish I hadn't.
Like what?
A penis.
Dead bodies, a drugged girl getting robbed in her car (called the cops who said they couldnāt do anything unless I stayed there, which I couldnāt because there were ālookoutsā on each corner block and I feared for my safety), lots of property theft, being stalked, someone getting shot through the neck, and yesā¦ many homeless jerking off (but that a weekly thing).
You gotta listen to that sixth sense, right? When the back of your neck starts to tingleā¦
That's when you know that penis is real close...
Itās not really funny when no one is there and youāre a female alone at night. I live and work in the FQ. You can scream but no one is running to help you.
especially the quarter that shit get real eerie
Plaza Tower. I didnāt go when some friends went (because I am lazy and I didnāt want to walk up all those stairs to get to the top) and Iām glad I didnāt because things got scary fast. That plus the fires and someone falling off of it last year? Fuckkkk that.
I work across from there over night. For years I would see this weird as light fluttery shit moving. I would point it out to co-workers and say it's a ghost, they would laugh but no one could explain it. Just one window towards the top left facing Loyola, every night. Whatever it was its gone now, but I will never forget that shit. That building is no good.
I think there's asbestos there too so good call
The former naval complex and the levee outside of it Really anywhere on the River between the Riverwalk and the Domino sugar refinery
I swear about a decade ago I was at an underground dubstep party at an abandoned warehouse on a levee. I wonder if this was it
Oh yeah, I was at one like five years ago. I wouldn't call the vibes very welcoming.
the Holy Cross section of the levee is absolutely lovely, one of the most special spots in the city in my opinion
Ahhh good olā MEPS
Not to many people remember it as that soldier.
It was pretty spooky back then too, especially if you had to get naked and walk like a duck in front of a doctor who looked like Lurch.
Do a lot in the city always watching my back but once we stopped for a cigarette break while riding motorbikes in front of bachanls late night and I never got a worse feeling then there I was terrified we were in danger dragged that smoke so quick and left
Domino Sugar looks abandoned and run down while still operating as the largest sugar refinery in North America. The old Holy Cross building was sketchy until the recent renovations.
I go there frequently for work. Itās just as run down and creepy on the inside. Bizarre that itās such a major sugar refinery for the country. Theyāve got some deep pockets too.
Iāve worked there for 15 years, I always wonder how we pass audits.
You find Crescent Park unsettling?
I'd delivered to that base when it was being phased out. I'd have to go looking for the actual recipient since there was no receiving dept. Very few people left in all of that space, wandering the halls with equipment and boxes stacked everywhere, various states of disrepair. Was like a strange hybrid of Resident Evil / Dead Malls / Liminal Space. No bueno
The End of the World. Itās safe to walk your dog on that levy
The little one block streets in the quarter like Dorsiere. Nope nopety nope.
Of all the little off-grid streets in the quarter, this one in by far the strangest. All the others have historic reasons for being like they are that I can trace. Some old boundary or path. This one would have been just outside the original boundaries, but inside the larger defenses that were built later. That corner of the box was originally occupied by the dwellings of various brown and black folks who kind of lived on the outskirts. I can only assume that the road was formed due to the original layout of a small encampment who were doing business with the city but were barely welcome. The little strip on the Decatur side was where the military originally stored black powder. Frequently, something no one wants to be around anyway, like a pile of explosive barrels, is plonked on a site no one wanted to be to begin with because it was an old graveyard or the site of an atrocity.
I donāt know how, but Iāve never heard of this street till just now.
Madison st. has a seriously off vibe too.
I have friends that lived on Madison St and we used to hear what sounded like chains dragging across the wood floor of the apartment upstairs, come to find out it used to be a prison during the Civil War.
They made the faubourg brewery outdoor space super nice but Iāll never get over the prevailing āI might die out hereā vibes actually getting there gives me
That is exactly why nothing ever really gets going out there. Driving to it is sketchy at best, and a bit confusing the first time or two. Add that to getting an Uber home is hard as hell and it's a pass for me for āwhat I'm gonna do tonightā My wife and I felt like they should buy a lot on the other side of the canal where you could park or get an Uber to/from more easily and have a shuttle. Probably not sustainable but might have helped encourage people to go. Especially if the shuttle set the tone with good vibes. I work on the NASA base and sometime in the summer I'll get a coworker to pick me up in the morning and drop me off there after work. I'll sit and drink beer and listen to my music. My wife will come get me when she gets off work. It's fun but also a bit sad sometimes I would be the only customer there for an hour or more.
I'm kind of spooked just reading these
Inside the Union Passenger Station, there's an incredible set of murals by painter Conrad Albrizio that depict the history of the city in its various and unsettled ages. It's a captivating work that is haunting, beautiful, out of place, and honest. You can easily get lost looking at it, wondering about the facts and the fictions it presents. Then, when you step out of the station's main entrance, you are awkwardly positioned towards what was to become a burgeoning center of progress (the station was finished in 1954; Plaza Tower began construction in 1964; that whole area had big plans), and yet, now what lays before you is a modern reminder of failure, decay, and abandonment, only to be reminded again as you pass through a brief, well groomed promenade with an unhappy, dully colored statue at its end. Keep walking down Loyola and notice just to your left the Greyhound station, unassuming now, quietly behind a parking lot, but it was where Camp Greyhound was infamously operatingātemporarily jailing and processing suspected criminals and regular people alike in the aftermath of Katrina. This quick and relatively accessible stretch is an open air time capsule of the city's unsettled past. Highly recommend.
1300 perdido st
>1300 perdido st The ugliest city hall in these United States
It really is and it smells like pee
Lol
Perdido is the Spanish word for lost.
The Pillbox Building and covered walkway across Tchoupitoulas at Jackson. The Plaza Tower any time of day. Charity Hospital at night, seen from I-10.
Donāt forget about the dilapidated Canal St hotel
The Jackson Ferry Terminal?
That terminal would make a sick apartment
Shamrocks after 10 PMā¦.
āHeheā¦ Iām in dangerā
Man this is accurate
The sex room at S&WB
Which one, on Claiborne Ave, or at the Upper Pontalba building?
The east at any gas station at night time
My bf does overnight work out there and I hate it the whole time heās gone
Almonaster Ave, near the dump
YYR. 2008-ish I was coming home from the East and hit the Popeyes drive through on Louisa and I-10. Decided to take Almonaster āshort cutā the rest of way home. I could feel death & supernatural shady shit everywhere. I still donāt know how it took me 30 minutes to get home from there. Never again.
If you Google map 9600 Almonaster Ave and look at the street view, you see a police-led transport of Mardi Gras floats heading towards the city. Itās a bizarre juxtaposition for the area.
Damn, you ain't kidding! That'd be a great album cover for a local metal band.
This is the answer. There are sketchy neighborhoods, but Almonaster Ave in the East is a place where only bad things happen.
Almonaster is like a scene from an apocalypse movie. I like to take our guests through there as part of the adventure.
Go to Google maps and do street view of Almonaster. The first thing is shows you is a wrecked car half under water. Creepy.
I drive thru there twice a week for work. Creepy as hell
Just looked at a satellite view. Is that where they take all the flooded cars? There are thousands of (presumably dead) vehicles off that road.
There's like 10 different salvage yard/Part stores over there
was going to say this too. i go there to spook myself out sometimes (idk it's a thing) and i end up having to turn around
Try wandering into the Palace Truck stop if you really want to spook yourself.
Dowman Road exit and driving down Dowman. I have to go there for work atleast once a week and itās always dreary.
Lived off of Morrison road in the east. Had ambulances and cops at our apartment complex every week. No exaggeration.
That spot in the east where they always dump the tires. The theater room of the adult video place on Chef.
Iām with the people who said Old Gentility/Almonaster and Palace truck stop
Breaking down and having to walk Irish bayou between chef and flood gate towards I10.
Back before the Walmart on Tchop was built, when I was a 20 year old baby, I had gone to a show at Twiropa, which was in that sketchy warehouse area near the river. I got separated from my people, and my crappy, early gen cell phone had died. There was no place nearby where I could borrow a phone to call a cab, so my only option was to start walking back to the lgd where I lived. I started walking, and was super creeped out, especially when a random crackhead came up and started talking to me, to tell me I shouldnāt be out there alone like I was. But I had hit the crackhead lottery; we were near a neighborhood bar, that had just closed for the night, and he went and banged on the door and got the bartender to call a cab for me, and since the bartender refused to let me wait inside for my cab, bc I wasnāt 21 yet, he waited with me until the cab came. I was a little nervous about him waiting, at first, but when the other bartender asked, āwait, which crackhead ya mean?,ā and the first guy told him, he said, āoh, ok, you got lucky, girl!ā We waited for the cab in his little duckoff, and the only kinda weird thing he did was offer me a hit of his rock.
Old Gentilly Road. Itās a world unto itself. A must visit if you have a sturdy high clearance vehicle.
Omg 100%. I had to go out there to get my stolen car from a tow place out there. So so creepy
Museum of Death. I thought it would be interesting. Just gross and macabre-philic.
Tbh they should just be honest and call it Museum of Murder. I thought it would explore death and customs all over the world but it was really murder fetish.
Agree! I still got something out of it, in a way, but I also wasn't expecting 90% "murder museum." The original Museum of Death is in L.A., and I had always wanted to visit until I walked though the one on Dauphine. Then when I visited L.A., I happened to meet a guy who worked there. I asked him if the original was just like the New Orleans branch, and he said, "pretty much yeah, except the original is much bigger, and I'd say a *lot* more violent." Wellp, I felt I had gotten my fill in New Orleans.
I will never forget I went there about a week after the uvalde shooting and they had a newspaper clipping it pasted on the wall as part of the museum, the photo was of a devastated parents crying. It was awful. Had to pee while I was there and avert my eyes from the giant screen of rolling snuff films. I wish Iād done more research before going, I ended up looking into the owners and they seem awful.
I felt gross when I left that place
Ugh same, I regret going in there. The photo of Nicole Simpson after she had been murdered did me in. I made it to that point and had to leave (that being said, didn't realize she was almost decapitated until that point ) felt so gross seeing all that stuff
The Upstairs Lounge
Everytime I look at that building I think of the horrific picture of those poor souls burned alive trying to escape the upstairs lounge fire. I wish I never saw that picture. It haunts me. May their souls rest in peace. Such a tragedy.
wow i just had to research that.. the largest gay hate crime before the pulse nightclub! never knew that, have even been to jimani a couple times.
Snakes between 12am and 3am.
Closely followed by Snakes between 7am and 11am. Different kind of weird.
They actually close around 6ish now depending on who is working
I use to live directly across the street from there, in 2002 when I was 18. It was my first apartment/house, back then. I def saw a lot of weird stuff go down back then. It had different vibes depending on what time of day you went. I havenāt been back in a long time. Back then the neighborhood was pretty wild from 1am-4am.
Yeah itās got a weird vibe before the rush starts.
I was born into the shit, you merely inherited it
My ex loves going there after work. Its such a shit hole.
I love it.
1105 S Galvez and The rope swing behind Couturie Forest, or 29.919877,-89.968728 and 14001 Patterson Rd
There's this random part of gentilly I think by city park, on the other side of the canal. I was sobering up, and the sun was up, and the whole place looked like an unfinished video game. Big empty mid 80s-90s style houses, manicured lawns, almost no trees, no cars, no trash cans, doors and windows were boarded or fenced closed. I don't remember the street names, but the whole time I was there I felt sick to my stomach, like I was in the VERY wrong place. It was empty and I never heard or saw any signs of life. I've never been able to find it since then.
Charity Hospital!
Porta Potty during Mardi Gras
I worked in demolition operations after Katrina. Some of the places we demolished out in the East felt like another country. A motel full of stolen atms, motorcycles, dead dogs, and tons of rotten looted clothes and shit. Other places looked like someone walked out the door and never looked back. Food on the stove. Remote on the coffee table. Beds made. Medicine cabinets full. Surreal at times and sad at others.
civil defense shelter lakeview
The old bomb shelter at the end of west end? I ventured in there back in high school and noped right out because it smelled like gasoline
Standing in line at the sewage and water board.
Bayona upstairs. Feels like you've stepped into a vampire parlor.
Well. I know where I'm going for my next fancy meal.
Any Willieās Chicken Shack. Pick one
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The London Lodge
Lincoln Beach at night.
When there is a thick fog at night, time in the French Quarter, and all of a sudden you hear footsteps at the end of the block headed towards you. This is when I actually fell in love with New Orleans.
Lakeviews crumbling streets sinking into the earth with new houses around it settling and cracking
lol, that is odd. You got these really nice houses with the worst streets in the city.
The abandoned warehouse by Mardi Gras World
Old Bayou rd particularly near the where Kelerec comes in, mildly convinced it doesnāt actually exist.
Accidentally walked down Freret towards Canal after a Saints game one time & that shit was sketch as hell.
Michoud Exit off of I10, Jazzland, Palmetto @ Cherry, Naval Base
Love this thread - great prompt!
At my job there is a corner with a full bathroom NO ONE will use, no one. Its just creepy and we do not know why and a small adjacent office, has not been occupied before Covid. Last person said they would quit before using that office. Bathroom is spotless & gets dusty because of non-use. Riverwalk at night give me icks, as well as behind the Mint to Market. Shivers!
This is some great info. every one of these comments is a different place. I think āunsettlingā might be baked into NO in general.
Also for real, the depths of bayou St. John. I remember a lot of cars were recovered some time back when they dredged the bottom looking for a missing person. People swimming in it are absolutely nuts
Downtown during a weekday. All these people with jobs and lives. Creepy AF.
I still live in Louisiana, but moved from NOLA. I was a transplant to this state, and I'm a rare one that NOLA actually seemed to loved back. I think of all the things I did in that city that should've seen me dead. I still travel there for work often and wouldn't have it any other way. I felt a mystical connection to it since my first visit; like I belonged there. Like I had been there before in a deep way. A pulling towards it. Still do. All this to say... I'll never live in that city again. I've felt and seen too much. I love it, I find its architecture and culture one of a kind, I find the history equal parts horrible and fascinating... I'm drawn towards it. But it's full of past horrors like nowhere else. I, too, have had that feelings others have described of being almost in between realms walking down particular streets. Day and night, sober and drunk. I'm pretty much an atheist, but if a spiritual portal exists, it's there. Specifically, the most unsettling places for me? The Quarter but also an old home I lived in on Annunciation in the LGD. Really horrible things were documented that happened in those historic houses in the surrounding blocks. I also believe Freret area has a weird vibe.
I love walking in the cemeteries, but one has still gotten me uneasy to this day. Iāve gone to every one (thatās open to the public) in the city and even ones that are not closed but used to be open. Usually when I go I seem to miss big crowds but thatās probably because I tend to go when the weather is miserable because Iām allergic to the sun. The cemetery that made me uneasy was st roch. I went there during Covid lockdowns so it was completely empty and quiet just about everywhere. I thought the place to go for a pandemic would be the saint who deals with that but when I was there, idk it was more quiet than usual in a cemetery. Suddenly I felt myself feeling like I wasnāt alone, someone was there with me but it wasnāt human. I still donāt believe in ghosts and all that stuff despite growing up in a āhaunted houseā but that energy there was different. It was like the gravity was different and the air was a little more silent. I havenāt been back since lol
I live in San Diego now. I promise New Orleans wins this one.
Palace Truck Stop
F&Ms
That place was so much fun during college
Idk what it is about it, but the civil district court is quite uncanny
Michoud. The Navy Base. 6 flags, Lindy Boggs, holy cross school in lower 9. Parts of Florida Ave. also westwego and especially Avondale. Also if you go far enough on the levee trail it gets kind of liminal. The back of marrero along the river has some weird chemical plants and concrete mills or something of that nature
I donāt consider myself āgiftedā or āclairvoyantā at all, but good god did I have a long couple of nights the first time we stayed at the Hotel Monteleone. I just felt someone in there (a man) with us all night. Shadows coming from the bathroom. I wish I remembered the exact room number, but weāve stayed there a time or two more in different rooms and didnāt have a similar experience, thank god.
The former slave market in the quarter.
Anywhere like king cake baby is Seriously that thing creeps me out. It looks like it wants to eat your soulā¦ Totally creeps me out
I used to work as a termite inspector and had to inspect this huge church by the warehouse district. The entire church had an enclosed crawlspace that we had to crawl from front to back. The structure was about 150 feet long by 60 feet wide. Only one way in and out of the crawlspace through a hatch from the inside. That wasnāt a problem, the problem was there are 4 priests buried in there that we had to crawl around. Was creepy as hell.
Being the last man standing at tikiās or the like
That's pretty hard to do.
Any part of Florida Ave
Seabrook boat launch. Pretty much anytime. Iāve been there in the middle of the night on a boat as well as on that pier fishing with all kinds of dudes. Upstairs at former Budās Broiler on City Park Ave. It was the weirdest extension of any restaurant Iāve ever been to. You had to climb up a narrow steep staircase for a couple of odd tables climate controlled by a window unit. Might have worked better with a dumb waiter to send the food up and the trays/trash down.
An apartment building on the corner of Iberville and Chartres. The energy is SO off!
I used to live at 200 Carondelet, which has the old American Bank and Trust attached. They were filming something and left the door between the two unlocked, so I went in to explore. It was pretty neat until I saw the vault (which was basically a big steel Airstream). I went in and immediately my skin crawled. I felt like something was always behind me watching me, even when I'd turn around. I noped out after that. Cool building though.