A Trip to the Past at Oak Alley

Date: June 16, 2014

Location: Oak Alley Plantation, Vacherie, Louisiana

After hearing stories and seeing the Oak Alley Plantation featured on TV, we knew we had to find time to visit southern Louisiana to check it out for ourselves. The beautiful plantation home is well preserved, located in a prime location along the Mississippi, and has a stunning row of live oak lining the front walk to provide a picturesque frame of the main house.

We booked one of the small cottages on the grounds for an overnight stay and were able to roam the grounds throughout the night. Although we didn’t see any apparitions or gain any overwhelmingly exciting evidence, we did have a few interesting personal experiences and certainly donated our fair share of blood to the bayou’s mosquito population.

Early in the evening we began to notice noises throughout the cottage, including a sound like marbles dropping and feet shuffling, which was heard when everyone was sitting in the living room. The clock in the back bedroom also repeatedly made noises of electrical interference even though our EMF meters detected no energy in the vicinity of it and no other electronic devices were nearby.

Later in the evening while John was laying on the bed in the back room during an EVP session the KII meter lying on the bed beside him spiked to its highest color level, red, on multiple occasions and would then drop to green, the lowest energy level, as soon as he touched or moved it. Other signs of energy in the cottage included numerous fast-moving orbs observed on the infrared camera we left running all night in the dining room.

Investigating near the slaves quarters.

We gathered no hard evidence while walking the grounds that night, but my parents did have a strong personal experience near the slaves’ quarters. They were standing alone reading some of the plaques detailing the history of slavery at the plantation when they heard someone approaching, which they assumed would be me. When the footsteps drew close they turned to speak to me and found that no one else was nearby.

Oak Alley may have given us all more mosquito bites that ghostly frights, but the personal experiences we shared were all proof enough to us that the plantation’s rich history is still alive and well.

Hayley.