My Experience: My name is B I am 23 years old and I am from Charleston, South Carolina. And I would like to share my story with you. Two years ago I visited New Orleans during Mardi Gras for the first time ever with a group of friends. When I planned the trip I had an ulterior motive more than just partying. I had recently read about Marie Laveau and all the horror her life entailed and as terrifying as it was I was also intrigued about the history of the voodoo queen of the south. I planned the trip very spontaneously with a small group of friends and three days later we were in New Orleans. I read mostly about the history of Marie Laveau rather than her tomb in the present. I also was not aware that the cemetery she was buried in, St Louis cemetery, was closed off to the public, especially during Mardi Gras. My friend and I left the rest of the group to track down what is acclaimed to be the most haunted destination in all of New Orleans. After we finally found the cemetery in the late hours of the night we realized we were not going to be able to get in, at least not legally and easily. So my friend gave me a boost and we climbed on top of the above ground tombs and hopped to the ground when we were able to. Once safely on the ground we began the search for the most famous grave, that of the famous voodoo priestess Marie Laveau. After a while we finally found the grave covered in red exes and offerings. Naively I placed a strand of Mardi Gras beads amongst the other trinkets that surrounded her tomb then I took a picture and left. As we were leaving I tripped out of nowhere and I had all the air in my body completely drained from me. It was a moment of instantaneous and complete paralysis and all I could do was lay on the ground face down until my friend helped me get back up. As we were leaving I felt very overwhelmed and absolutely terrified and all I wanted to do was get out of there as fast as I could. When we were leaving we had no other option but to climb on top of one of the graves because they completely lined the interior wall. My friend had to go first to help me down the other side. Right after my friend jumped over I began to leap over myself and was instantly halted when my foot crumbled through the top of another grave. I was beyond startled and ran from St. Louis cemetery back towards bustling Bourbon Street with my friends. The incident really scared me and my friends and unfortunately it didn’t stop there. Upon my return home I realized that I felt.. different. And it wasn’t just feelings, I began to see things. Things I had never seen before, things that followed me wherever I went. The manifestations I began to see after New Orleans were almost always the same; a black mass that was basically in the shape of a human figure. I would almost always see it in this one corner of my room, especially around 3 am and the late hours of the morning. It wasn’t until tonight that I realized I think I caused this, I caused this spirit to follow me after New Orleans. When I left the Mardi Gras beads on Marie Laveau’s grave it was like leaving an offering for the voodoo queen. Legend has it you’re supposed to make a wish in her honor but any visit to her grave can ultimately end in an unpredictable and negative way. I still see the manifestation in the corner of my room sometimes but not anywhere else at least. I want to share my story because I know how many people visit New Orleans and Marie Laveau’s grave specifically without any prior knowledge of her or her place of rest and what it’s capable of doing to you even after you leave. I even have the picture still with her tomb and the beads I left as an offering..