New Orleans is pretty famous for being a spooky town to visit. Our trees are draped with Spanish moss, our cemeteries rise above the ground like miniature cities of the dead, fortune tellers set up tables in front of our cathedral, and we have a not-negligible population of voodoo practitioners. Of course we also have about a thousand ghost stories. And as today is not only Friday the 13th, but the hundred-and-first anniversary of a certain letter proclaiming that all of the citizens of the city must play jazz or die, I thought I’d share a few of my favorite ghost stories.