The Slave Girl
Louisiana ghost story about the well documented hauntings at Myrtles Plantation. Collected and Adapted by Craig Dominey.
When folks think about the American South, one image that always comes to mind is the old plantation house. Before the Civil War devastated the South, the plantation homes were about the closest thing America had to magical European palaces.
But what some folks don’t know – or maybe don’t care to think about – is that many of these plantations were built upon the backs of slaves. These slaves toiled under the whip of the white plantation owners, harvesting cotton and sugarcane for days, weeks and months on end. Some were literally worked to death, only to be replaced like an old shoe when the next boatload of captured slaves came into port.
So while the plantations may have been wealthy palaces to some, they were places of misery and death to others. So it should come as no surprise that many of the plantation homes remaining in the South are rumored to be haunted. This is the story of one of those houses:
Back in the 1800s, many plantations were located north of New Orleans along the banks of the Mississippi River. These plantations fueled the national economy with cotton and sugar cane, and their owners were some of the richest men in America.
Myrtles Plantation, located a few miles outside of St. Francisville, Louisiana, was one of these homes. It was a beautiful example of Old South Antebellum architecture. Upon arrival, a visitor would be greeted with the magical sight of Spanish moss swaying in the breeze, sweeping wide verandas with ornamental ironwork, and the sweet smells of pink-blossomed myrtle trees. Inside, one would find a lavishly decorated home in the Gothic style, with ornate plasterwork, European antiques, winding staircases and sparkling, crystal chandeliers.
But all this beauty hid a very sinister history – which many believe started with a slave girl named Chloe…
At that time, Myrtles Plantation was owned and operated by Judge Clark Woodruffe and his wife, Sara Matilda. The Woodruffes had two young daughters, with a third child on the way. The judge was well respected in the community as a man of integrity, and a staunch upholder of the law. But he also held a dirty secret – he was a compulsive womanizer.
Whenever he had the opportunity, the judge would sneak around and have relations with his female slaves. Chloe, a slave of mixed blood who served as governess to the Woodruffe children, eventually became the target of his advances. Chloe was disgusted with the thought of the judge having his way with her, but knew if she didn’t follow through she would probably be sent back out to toil in the fields with the other slaves. Working in the “big house” was as close to freedom as a slave could expect at that time, so Chloe did what she had to do.
But after awhile, Chloe began to suspect that the judge was getting tired of her, and would soon be looking for a new lover. Terrified of being sent back to the fields, Chloe began eavesdropping on the family’s conversations to find out if her fears were true. One day, the judge caught her and was so enraged that he grabbed her and sliced off one of her ears. From that day forward, Chloe wore a green turban around her head to hide her shameful wound.
With the judge now furious at her, Chloe knew she had to do something fast to prove her worth to the family – but what? Her opportunity came one day when she was directed to help set up a birthday party for the Woodruffes’ eldest daughter. The judge was away, and his wife and daughters planned on celebrating the birthday by eating cake in the dining room.
Chloe came up with a plan. She crept outside and picked one of the oleander plants growing beside the house. She knew that the leaves of this plant contained a small amount of poison, which she secretly added to the birthday cake. She figured if she made the family sick, she could nurse them back to health and prove herself invaluable to the family. She cared for the children, and was careful to only add enough poison to make them slightly ill.
As the family ate the tainted birthday cake, Chloe soon found out she had made a terrible mistake. One by one, they dropped their utensils and began writhing and moaning in agony. Chloe helped them to their beds and tried desperately to save them, but it was too late. Soon the young girls, their mother and her unborn child were all dead.
As word spread throughout the plantation, the other slaves were terrified that the judge would take his anger at Chloe out on them. To save their own hides, they knew that they had to do something to prove their loyalty to their master. So one night, a lynch mob grabbed Chloe while she slept and hanged her from one of the oak trees. After she died, they cut her down, weighted her body with rocks and tossed her into the Mississippi River.
The judge promptly sealed off the dining room and never used it again. In later years, the plantation house was turned into a bed and breakfast, with many visitors attracted to its beauty and Old South charm. But visitors and future owners alike would soon discover that they were not alone in the house.
One day, one of the new owners of Myrtles Plantation snapped a photo of the front of the house. When the picture was developed, she could see a shadowy figure standing near the veranda; her head wrapped in what appeared to be a turban. At night, some of the guests reported hearing restless footsteps wandering the hallways of the house. Others said they were jolted from their sleep by a black woman in a green turban, who lifted up the mosquito netting around their beds, as if looking for someone.
Soon other strange incidents were reported in the house. Some guests claimed to have seen the images of small children in the hallway mirrors. Others heard their names called out from distant rooms, only to find they were alone in the house. And others spotted two playful little girls in white dresses playing in the hallways, peeking through the windows, bouncing on the beds – even swinging from the chandeliers!
Is the mysterious woman in the green turban the ghost of Chloe, searching for the judge who caused her such grief? Are the mysterious little girls the ghosts of the Woodruffe children, forever trapped in the home where they died? We’ll leave that up to you to decide. Or, better yet – next time you’re in Louisiana, spend a night in Myrtles Plantation near St. Francisville, and find out for yourself!
- THE END -
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Tags: Haunted House, Louisiana, Plantations, Slavery
21 Responses to “The Slave Girl”
Ishaan:
Wow! I heard this story before and this is just unbelievable! I wanna travel to Louisiana and the Southern states to learn more about the culture. Very fascinating!
Pratyush:
That is so creepy. If I visit I sure don’t want to bump into Chloe!
I am going to tell my friends.
Lori:
I’ve heard this story before. I think slavery is WRONG! No human should “OWN” another. That being said, I would like to point out that the slaves that the South bought were sold by their own people.(1) The slaves were expensive property. Would you destroy your valuable property? The fact that all you hear about slavery in the South is all negative, is typical. The slaves that were brutalized were the exception not the rule. Most plantation owners treated them so well, that the slaves took the last name of their owners.(2) Still, I don’t like the thought of slavery.
If you want to talk about ‘Whites’ being brutal, lets talk about Native Americans. No, don’t get me started….
Alayka......:
Peace out!!!!! This is d very first time i have heard this story and I”m real thrilled and practically after reading Lori’s comment i swear I’m never gonna slave somebody……
Melody Christine:
This is really a terrifying story…really cool..sad that people back in the old days are into slavery. Famous ghost appearances in my country Malaysia, is usually the angry spirit of women whom dies while at childbirth, also called the Pontianak..really freak me out!! there are also others, but not as creepy as the pontianak.
Linda:
Creepy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TinaMae:
i really must tell ms. lori that while she thinks cruelty was the exception, not the rule of slavery, let’s see how many lashes with a whip she could endure. Anyone forced to do anything against their will is a form of mental torture and I think it’s a cop-out used by whites to justify slavey. I can’t count the number of times i’ve heard whites say that the slaves would have died earlier had the whites not provided them with a better way of life. what total crap. by the way, i am white. Chloe was wronf for the poisining, but I’ve never walked in her shoes, so I can’t say I would’nt have done the same thing. God rest her soul.
tanesha white eagle:
i loved this
Joy Hajjar:
I toured the Myrtles a couple of years ago. While on tour I was allowed to take a photo of the famous mirror that has a handprint on it even when the mirror was replaced. When I blew up the photo on my computer I saw what looked like two children faces on the stairs as it reflected in the mirror. It was very creepy. maybe it was an optical illusion but I think it was something supernatural. My son and I have toured many antebellum homes in Lousiana and Mississippi and find it an enjoyable hobby. We have had other experiences of a ghostly nature at Merrehope plantation in Meridian, MS. Yes many of these old homes are haunted and sometimes if you are lucky enough you will encounter something extrodianry as we have.
Deathwish:
okay, look…slavery was done wayyyyyy back then, there are no slaves now! get over it, okay?
and just think for a second…It was white men that imprisoned you, but it was also a WHITE man that set you free. THINK ABOUT IT.
anyways. good story:D
vicky97:
i find it very interesting coz i can actualy see ghosts and not be afriad unlike other people(look above)
Toby:
Wow.
Suzanna:
I LOVED IT!!!!!! AMAZING story
Tracey:
Hello been there first time in 2009 and The kids and Mother died in their bedroom even when they got sick in the dinning room. It was fun when i gone there. all the story is true of course.
Gen:
I want to visit, but 1) No way my mom would go to Louisiana just to stay in a haunted place and 2) No way would my mom believe me. My dad will but we’re tight on money… :/ I’ve heard of it before, I heard some audio stuff of foot-steps and children giggling. Gave me chills 
Faye:
Yes, Slavery was very real, and in some countries it’s still going on behind close doors; my great grandmother, has mention about how cruel and rude some of the masters were!
” I can recall one of the stories, how my grandmother had worked in the fields for over twevle hours, on more than several occasions she needed water to drink, and how thet refused her; ‘ They tied her to a tree and beat her with a whip till she pissed on herself, and they caught the piss in a container and made her drink it since she were thirsty.
” Nevertheless, she forgave them, because she was taught that forgiveness was divine, so she did!
mag!!!:
wow that was interesting and that was the first time that ive heard of this story and since the first word i couldnt stop reading it. It was amazing and sad i mean the girl was trying to make her life easier but i guess she tried to hard to make it easier that she ruined it completly. what a shame and i dont agree with slavery its not right to MAKE someone do the work for u and even if u do u dont want to hit them because 1) thats mean 2) its going to make the slaves weaker 3) u are making ur property look bad. I totally dont agree with slavery its making a person feel ashamed because they get there name changed there family taken away most of the time and they have to move somewhere else. I liked the story though.
Angie:
Im reading a book called The Secret Of laurel Oaks and it has a similar storyline.It is a good ghost story and it explains what the slavee woman was thinking when she did what she thought was right.
Virginia:
I find this story so heartbreaking. Of course Chloe willingly put the children’s well-being at stake for herself, but under the circumtances, I can’t help feeling deep sympathy for her, and downright contempt toward the judge.
I also want to point out that I find one of Lori’s comment about slaves being brutalized the “exception, not the rule” extremely odd. I would think that most slaves were treated like livestock property-tortured/mutilated, dehumanized, and sexually assaulted at their owners’ whim (throughout history and the world; not just African Americans, and not just in America). I suggest Lori should do a lot more (non-biased) reading on the subject of slavery before commenting on it. Also, I really don’t feel that a victimhood contest between African Americans and Native Americans is productive in any way.
Virginia:
I’m sorry, but I really feel compelled to make one more comment towards one of the commenters (and I’ll totally understand if this one does not pass moderation). Also, I apologize beforehand if I come off as rude/disrespectful (for making social debates on this site).
I found what DeathWish said extremely upsetting, and I don’t think it’s his place to proclaim that African Americans should just “get over themselves” about slavery. If you went through even a fraction of the discriminatory injustice that African Americans had to undergo throughout the centuries, shared similar history of oppression, and had to deal with the racial discrimination – however mitigated – they are still facing today, maybe you’ll be a lot more open minded and empathetic (unless of course, you’re closed to any arguments that racism is all but dead).
About the liberator of the slaves being white, I wonder if it occurred to DeathWish how long and how much it took to happen: Someone with the unique mix of adequate influence and authority, along with tremendous bravery, conviction, and sense of morality (not to mention intelligence and pragmatism). And most importantly, someone who was white, so his voice would be heard among enough of the masses to gather sizeable support. If Martin Luther King, Jr. was sent back in time of American slavery, how much difference do you think he could make despite all his extraordinary brilliance and courage, simply because he was black?
I truly hate to ruin the quaint atmosphere of this website library full of lovely, charming stories. I’ll make it a point to resist reading other comments, and just enjoy the story themselves.
themoonlitroad:
Thanks for your thoughtful comments, Virginia.
