In 1800s New Orleans, society was a much different structure than it is today. This particular haunting is a testament to such claims. In the 1800s, people who were an eighth black and seven-eighths white were known as Octoroons. While this may seem a term of disparagement at first glance, they were actually some of the most well-educated and wealthy people of the city. And one in particular, named Julie, is a ghost that still haunts the Octoroon House to this day.

A Tale of Tragedy

Julie was a beautiful woman with black hair and dark eyes. After some time, she met a handsome, wealthy Frenchman whom she fell in love with almost immediately. To Julie, this was the man of her dreams, but to the Frenchman Julie was nothing more than a mistress. Over the course of their time together, Julie begged the Frenchman to marry her, but time after time he refused.  After many months of this cycle, the Frenchman decided to test Julie’s love for him. Before his friends arrived for a card game one evening, the Frenchman told Julie to strip and go to the rooftop of the home and wait for him. Because it was a cold, damp December evening, he didn’t expect her to take him seriously and therefore continued to play a long game of cards with his comrades. Unbeknownst to him, Julie was desperate and wanted to prove her undying love to the Frenchman. She hurried to the roof and did as he said, waiting, fully undressed, in the cold December air.

Several hours later, after the Frenchman’s friends left the home and he finally went to bed, he discovered that Julie was not in the room. It took a few moments for it to register to the Frenchman before he rushed to the rooftop, where he found his mistress. She was frozen in a corner, still waiting for him all these hours later. After her untimely passing, it is said that the Frenchman fell into a deep depression because of his unspoken love for her. Only a few months later, he died of what many speculate to be a broken heart.

A Ghost That Paces the Rooftop

To this day, it is said that Julie still haunts the house on 734 Royal Street where she met her demise. On cold and damp December nights, much like that fateful evening she froze to death, some have claimed to see her silhouette pacing the rooftop while waiting for her lover to return. In addition, the melancholy ghost of the Frenchman has also been spotted roaming the garden, likely suffering guilt after unknowingly sending Julie to her death. Had he only expressed his true love for Julie earlier, they may have been able to live happily ever after. But perhaps one day the ghost of the Frenchman will make his way to the rooftop and finally put the two suffering souls to rest.