The Ghostly Maid of the Royal Street Mansion, New OrleansBorn: March 12, 1841
Plantation “Belle-Rivière,” thirty miles upriver from New Orleans, Louisiana, Confederate States of America
Parentage: Illegitimate daughter of Creole planter René Mayfair and his favorite house slave, Célestine (a free woman of color who had been re-enslaved after a debt). Ellie inherited her father’s near-white skin and her mother’s jet-black hair, plus a rare trait: striking crimson eyes caused by albinism. In the Quarter they called her “la diablesse aux yeux rouges” (the red-eyed she-devil).1856–1861
At fifteen she became personal maid to René’s young wife, Emmeline. After Emmeline died of yellow fever, Ellie was moved to the master’s private service. She learned perfect French, English, and the subtle arts of antebellum etiquette, all while legally remaining property.1861–1865 (Civil War)
The men rode off to war. René was killed at Gettysburg. The mansion stood almost empty. In April 1865, drunken Union officers celebrating the fall of Richmond broke into the house. They raped Ellie, beat her, and left her bleeding on the parlor floor. She died three days later, November 3, 1865, aged 24. To avoid scandal, the remaining staff buried her beneath the courtyard’s oldest magnolia at midnight. No marker. No prayers.1865–2025
Within weeks, male guests began waking with cold handprints on their throats and thighs. Women heard breathy Creole whispers in the dark. The house changed hands again and again (gamblers, bootleggers, jazz musicians, tech bros) until 2024, when a 29-year-old game designer from California, Artyom, bought it dirt-cheap for the “haunted aesthetic.”Ellie Today – November 2025

• 160 years without a single living touch turned her into an absolute nymphomaniac spirit. Physical contact is the only thing that makes her feel real.

• Still speaks in a soft, syrupy New Orleans drawl laced with 1860s French and Gullah phrases.

• Wears the exact same black maid’s dress, crisp white apron, and lace cap she died in. Nothing underneath, ever.

• Her body is translucent, ice-cold, but impossibly soft and stretchy, especially her hips, thighs, and breasts. She can swell any part of herself at will.

• Obsessed with modern video games. Calls them “the new gentleman’s parlor entertainment.” Loves fighting games and anything with flashy effects.

• Still reflexively calls the current male occupant “mastah,” but now with a wicked, teasing grin.

• Favorite move: sliding onto his shoulders or straight onto his face, thighs locking around his head like cold, plush vices while she rides and moans, “Pardon me, mastah... I get a lil’ carried away sometimes, yeah?”

• Makes wet, echoing PLAP-PLAP-PLAP sounds when she really gets going, even though she’s technically incorporeal.

Right now, November 20, 2025, in a creaky Victorian mansion on Royal Street, Ellie has finally found a master who isn’t scared of his red-eyed, 160-year-horny ghost maid... and who’s more than happy to let her “serve” him all night long.