While in New Orleans I made sure to stop at the Coven mansion aka Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. I was speechless at how massive it was in person. Thought I’d share some personal pictures!
Fans of American Horror Story might be surprised to learn that the Voodoo Queen, Marie Laveau, actually existed. When she wasn’t performing voodoo rituals, she was cutting hair for wealthy white socialites, and was both feared and respected for her incredible supernatural abilities. At the peak of her popularity, she held an audience of over 12,000 and became extremely wealthy.
Laveau died in 1881 and was buried in a special crypt, that is considered to be the most haunted in America. Visitors claim to have seen her spirit pacing around, wearing her trademark turban and whispering Santeria Voodoo curses to disrespectful gawkers.
Imagine Lana Winters talking about yours and Kit Walker's relationship years later in an interview.
“So what happened to Kit and (Y/N)” the interviewer asked. “in Maniac you mention them both quit a lot and even make it seem like they were more then friends.”
“They definitely were” Lana said think back to that day in your coffee shop forty four years ago when she made sure Kit know (Y/N) was there. “Before leaving Briarcliff the two shared a connection so strong it lead to something much more. It took a while for (Y/N) to admit to me that her son Robb and daughter Scarlett were actually Kit's and it took even longer for her to tell Kit but he already figured out the day he was reunited with her in that café she owned.”
“What happen after she told him”
“Oh at first it was just once a week at least (Y/N) took the twin to see Kit, Julia, and Thomas. Then Kit somehow convinced (Y/N) to go on a date with him and still don’t how he got her to say to marrying him but she did and they were one happy family for a little while.”
“I’m guessing something bad happened” the interviewer guessed.
“It was something bad alright” Lana shock her head remembering when she found out what happened. “ In 76 (Y/N) got a call from her aunt Sarah telling her that her mother was gravely ill and wanted to see. Not wanting the kids to travel all the way to New Orleans, she left them and Kit behind and about a week later Kit received a call form Sarah (L/N) saying (Y/N) had been killed in a home invasion. Not long after Kit was diagnosed with prostate cancer. The kids wanted to take of him but he refused. Then the strangest thing happened and Kit just vanished off the face of the earth and was presumed dead ever since”
Note: this is part two to Imagine being another woman kit walked loved.
One of the most terrifying serial killers in America’s history is known as the “Axeman of New Orleans”. This shadowy figure kept a whole city in a state of panic for over two years and still remains unidentified. On 23 May, 1918, Joseph and Catherine Maggio were butchered in their beds by the Axeman, who bludgeoned them with an axe and then slit their throats with a razor; almost completely decapitating Catherine. This brutal murder began the reign of terror of the real life boogeyman. His MO was always the same - he would lurk through the darkness until he targeted a suitable house. He would then chisel out the panel in a back door and sneak his way inside and into the bedroom and attack. He murdered seven people and grievously wounded eight more.
The Most Famous Letter from The Axeman:
Hell, March 13, 1919
They have never caught me and they never will. They have never seen me, for I am invisible, even as the ether that surrounds your earth. I am not a human being, but a spirit and a demon from the hottest hell. I am what you Orleanians and your foolish police call the Axeman.
When I see fit, I shall come and claim other victims. I alone know whom they shall be. I shall leave no clue except my bloody axe, besmeared with blood and brains of he whom I have sent below to keep me company.
If you wish you may tell the police to be careful not to rile me. Of course, I am a reasonable spirit. I take no offense at the way they have conducted their investigations in the past. In fact, they have been so utterly stupid as to not only amuse me, but His Satanic Majesty, Francis Josef, etc. But tell them to beware. Let them not try to discover what I am, for it were better that they were never born than to incur the wrath of the Axeman. I don‘t think there is any need of such a warning, for I feel sure the police will always dodge me, as they have in the past. They are wise and know how to keep away from all harm.
Undoubtedly, you Orleanians think of me as a most horrible murderer, which I am, but I could be much worse if I wanted to. If I wished, I could pay a visit to your city every night. At will I could slay thousands of your best citizens, for I am in close relationship with the Angel of Death.
Now, to be exact, at 12:15 (earthly time) on next Tuesday night, I am going to pass over New Orleans. In my infinite mercy, I am going to make a little proposition to you people. Here it is:
I am very fond of jazz music, and I swear by all the devils in the nether regions that every person shall be spared in whose home a jazz band is in full swing at the time I have just mentioned. If everyone has a jazz band going, well, then, so much the better for you people. One thing is certain and that is that some of your people who do not jazz it on Tuesday night (if there be any) will get the axe.
Well, as I am cold and crave the warmth of my native Tartarus, and it is about time I leave your earthly home, I will cease my discourse. Hoping that thou wilt publish this, that it may go well with thee, I have been, am and will be the worst spirit that ever existed either in fact or realm of fancy.
Fiona Goode: I have been to St. Louis No. 1, and I have seen the tomb of Laveau, seen the fat tourists from Little Rock to Hackensack drawing crosses on the bricks–making wishes to the bones of Marie Laveau. Little do they know, all they have to do to get their wishes granted was come down here to the Ninth Ward and get their hair braided.