Family Remains

"The Lalaurie House"

A/N: GUYS!!!!! Hi :) I just wanted to say hi and that I really miss all the comments that I use to get :( oh I should warn you, this chapter goes into gross details of a true story. So, if you have a weak stomach, skim the paragraphs when it gets there

"How would you know?" Dean asked. "You were gone for ten minutes."

I sat up on the bed and looked at Sam. He was holding a few bags from a diner that we passed on the way here. I got up and grabbed the bags, feelings hungry as hell.

"It helped that I saw her on the way back here," Sam said, ignoring me as I took the bags.

"Saw here?" I asked, standing by the table rummaging through the bags.

Sam nodded.

"Yeah, I saw here heading down the street with a hood on over her head, but it was just as I passed that she raised her head, giving me a good view," He explained. "I slowed down and saw her enter a building."

"A building or a house?" Dean asked, shower forgotten.

"Building," Sam confirmed.

I pulled out a chicken sandwich from one of the bags, knowing it was mine and sat down at the table. Unwrapping it, I looked up at Sam.

"So, where is she?" I asked, taking a bite of the sandwich.

Sam looked down at me and gave me a weird look.

"What?" I asked around a mouthful of food. "I'm pregnant and hungry."

I swallowed and took a slightly smaller bite so it would be easier to talk if necessary.

Shaking his head slightly at me with a small smile, he continued.

"She entered a really old looking place, a really big place," Sam said. "There was a sign outside on the property, but it was too faded for me to read while driving."

"What did the place look like?" I asked, as a place here in town came to mind.

"Big, old, run down, looked to be built sometime in the 1800's," He tried explaining. "I wasn't paying much attention to the building, I was too busy watching Madeline."

"The Lalaurie House," I said.

"The what House?" Dean asked, looking confused.

I put the rest of my sandwich down and got up, heading over to Sammy's bag on one of the beds. Grabbing his laptop out of it, I sat back down, and quickly turned it on. I pulled up the information that I needed.

"Sit down and grab your food because it's story time," I said, smiling.

I sat in my seat at the table and criss crossed my legs beneath me and ate the rest of my sandwich while the guys got situated.

"Ready?" I asked, finishing my last bite.

They nodded and I cleared my throat.

"Ok, this all began back in 1832," I started. "A rich woman by the name of Delphine and her husband, Dr. Louis Lalaurie moved into the mansion in the French Quarter. They became well known for their money and social affairs. Madame Lalaurie was known as one of the most influential French-Creole woman, being able to handle her family business and carrying herself with style and confidence."

The guys listened closely as I told them the story of the new woman in the city from so long ago. A very well liked and respected woman.

"She would hold social functions in her grand mansion," I continued. "It may look rather plain on the outside but on the inside, wow, its beautiful with its intricate design. When she would hold these social functions she would walk around, making sure everything was doing alright and going smooth. Her guest were over the moon if they had a chance to talk to her. Though, they later learned that under the rich, confident, sweet-talking woman was a cold-blooded and insane part of her. They were soon to learn this."

I paused as I looked at the screen, making sure I was getting this right. I learned about this only a few years ago and was using the laptop as a guide for me.

"All of these social functions wouldn't have been possible if not for all of the slaves that she had bought that got everything together," I added. "She was very mean to all of her slaves. She beat them and tortured them, keeping them chained up so that they couldn't escape and treating them so cruelly. After a while, her neighbors started noticing things. They started noticing how quickly the slaves would come and go, her Parlor maids being often replaced, and the stable boys just disappearing out of the blue.

"Then those same neighbors finally learned the truth. One evening the neighbor was heading up the stairs and heard a high pitched scream. Looking through the window, they saw Madame Lalaurie chasing a small girl, who was one of her personal servants, with a whip. She chased the little girl all the way up to the roof where she jumped to her death just so that she wouldn't have to deal with the wrath of Madame Lalaurie."

"That's messed up," Dean interjected.

"Don't interrupt," I told him.

He put his hand sin the air as if he was innocent.

"Around that time the law that stops the mistreatment of slaves was just being put into affect, so the police checked it out after the neighbors claims," I continued. "They found all of the slaves, took them from her and sold them at auctions. She quickly talked her relatives into buying them and selling them back to her. The abuse went on and the whispers quickly started around the streets of her friends. Soon, party invitations were declined, dinner invitations were ignored, and family members stopped going over. Finally, in the month of April of 1834, all horror was realized.

"Legend puts it that the cook set a fire, burning the kitchen, because they couldn't handle it anymore. The fire quickly spread throughout the mansion, burning everything. Fire fighters put the fire out and inspected the house, finding the horror within the walls. They found more than a dozen slaves, both male and female, chained the walls in the attic. Some were strapped to make-shift operating tables, some were stuck in dog cages, the rest chained to the wall. Human body parts were scatted around the attic floor, heads and human organs were thrown in buckets, souvenirs were stacked neatly on shelves, and next to them were a collection of paddles and whips. Sadly, this wasn't even the worst of it.

"The torture she performed on them was so that they suffered for long periods of time. All of them were naked, some of the women had their stomachs sliced open and had their insides wrapped around their waist, one woman even had animal excrement stuffed in her mouth while her lips were sewn shut. The men had it even worse than the woman. The men had their fingernails removed, eyes poked out, private parts sliced and cut off. The firemen were in for a shock during this. Most victims had been dead for many days or months, other were found alive and/or unconscious. Some of them were alive and awake, begging to be killed to be put out of their misery

"Its uncertain how many slaves were found, dead or alive, and the Lalaurie's were wanted for death, but they fled with their family. They were never to be found again but it has been said that they fled to France and took refuge by Lake Ponchatrain. No legal action was done for Madame Lalaurie terrible actions, at least there isn't anything on record. That is the story of the Lalaurie House," I finished.

Sam and Dean sat there opened mouth, looking slightly pale and grossed out.

"Damn," Sammy muttered.

"See this is why I don't like people," Dean finally said. "They're batshit crazy."

A/N: Its me again :) Hi guys, this is a true story and this is an actual building in New Orleans. It's said to be haunted by all of her victims and its supposedly a hotel now or something. If you want the full story and more details I got all my information from here: https://www.prairieghosts.com/lalaurie.html