r/LPOTL

This handsome old gent died Thursday night after nearly 17 years of making the world a better place. He was a local legend, a neighborhood character, a bar regular, a charmer of humans, dogs, and cats alike.

He was unfailingly positive in spite of all the True Crime podcasts to which he was subjected, and he thought it was funny to pretend to eat your face.

He was our little boy, our wise old teacher, and he lived life to the fullest right until his final hours. I hope Maury, Rambo, and Tootsie are in a world full of naps, treats, and disgusting smells, where every day is garbage day.

I will die on this hill.

I'm on a business trip to New Orleans, so naturally, I had to make a trip to the LaLaurie Mansion since I thought the series was interesting as a history nerd.

I'll preface with the fact that I mostly just enjoy spooky stories, but am admittedly a skeptic with most things paranormal.

This place might have changed my mind.

I was on an early morning run and figured I'd pass it on my way, but wasn't sure of the exact location. Keep in mind, it's 75 and humid at 6am.

I slowed down my jog down Royal St and started looking around. Within a block of it, I got very cold, started noticing a pungent smell (noticeably different from the general smell humid city - kind of an acidic rot) and felt incredibly shaky and dizzy. I snapped the picture and kept going (much faster). The smell, cold, and dizziness were gone within a block.

I've never experienced anything quite like it and it was something I'm going to be thinking about for a while.

Any of you fine folks made the trip, or had this experience anywhere else?

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