She told him so.....

This used to be called the Bottom of the Cup Tea room. I don't know what it is now. You can find this building in New Orleans at 732 Royal Street in the French Quarter. Back in the 18 and 19th centuries, wealthy men were expected to have mistresses of another color. This practice was called placage then. Today it's called Clintonage. Anyway, the man who lived here had a beautiful, light-skinned Creole woman named Julie. The social custom of the day was to keep a mistress, give her clothes, a house, money and nice things, and carry on affairs with them. However, you dare not marry them or else you were ostracized. Well, Julie was in love with her man and wanted to buck the system. He didn't for the obvious reasons. She pestered him day and night about marrying her. One night, thinking this would quiet her once and for all, he made a wager. If she stood on the rooftop of the house all night naked, he would marry her. Julie never had to think twice, she stripped naked, and climbed to the roof and remained all night. Sadly, that night was very cold, and wet and Julie eventually died from exposure. The next morning her body was found. Her lover was torn, and he died soon after.
This building is said to be one of the most actively haunted in New Orleans. Some ghost touring companies will say if you walk in, say her name, you will feel her presence. Well, I did just that, and I didn't feel a damn thing. Julie is said to be temperamental ghost, maybe she just didn't like me.