Loyd Hall is a bed and breakfast located in Cheneyville, LA. I’ve passed through this area many times when my hubby and I lived near there in the early months of our marriage, but I never even knew Loyd Hall was there, much less haunted. I was always more interested in getting to Lecompte before Lea’s Lunchroom ran out of my favorite, chocolate pie.
My introduction to Loyd Hall was when I attended a media tour of the northern part of Louisiana. Loyd Hall was the last stop on the tour. The group was staying the night, but some of us have multiple jobs and had to be at work the next morning. My husband and daughter joined up with the group to give me a ride back home. After what I saw, this place is definitely interesting, if not haunted. It sure did scare the you-know-what out of my daughter, who refused to explore the upper levels with me.
Loyd Hall is a really beautiful bed and breakfast, and judging by the TripAdvisor reviews, visitors from all over the world agree. Since I didn’t overnight, I can’t really give it a review, just a recap of my experience there. It is set smack-dab in the middle of Louisiana pastureland. There is the main home, which has two upstairs suites (that are pretty swanky) and various outbuildings used for maintenance, guest cottages, and events. Of course, I went wandering off alone, and came upon a scene right out of a horror movie.
This antebellum home has plenty of charm and atmosphere, but it also carried a good bit of history. One such story is that of a Union Soldier who was hiding out in the attic. He tried to attack a mistress of the house, and was duly shot on site. Strangely enough, at the same spot where he was shot, a few years later, a young lady committed suicide by jumping out of the window, right where the soldier had previously passed.
Of course, there are other ghostly occupants, including an old slave called Nanny who gets ticked off when someone fools with her kitchen. Nanny didn’t bother me when I went looking for a few chilled bottles of wine in her domain. After she met my daughter, I’m pretty sure she felt I deserved a sip or two of that Chardonnay.
Many others have had their own unexplained experiences at Loyd Hall, but stories are stories and seeing is believing. That’s why I took a picture in the attic of the spot where so many people have passed. Notice that stain? The lady who found me upstairs and chatted with me said that they’ve tried scrubbing, sanding, and refinishing that area, but the blood stain always comes back.
Lloyd Hall Plantation