Don surprised me with a road trip. We started out for Hillsboro–home of an outlet mall–but not for shopping. That kind doesn’t interest me. The stores were closed anyway. On the way home we stopped in Waxahachie (pronounced Walks-ah-hatch-ee by my Texas twang) at the most haunted restaurant in the United States. The Catfish Plantation
The restaurant is in an old house, built in 1895, and is haunted by three spirits. Will was a farmer, dressed in overalls, who died in the house in the 1930s. He mainly stays on the porch. Rumored to play with the hair of women, I must not be pretty enough as I didn’t experience that. Or any other paranormal event other than a shiver, but I’m pretty sure that was due to the air conditioner coming on.
Elizabeth died in the 1920s. Strangled on her wedding day in the room that is now the ladies’ bathroom. She is seen in her wedding dress in the room where Don and I ate. The last and most active spirit is Caroline. She mainly haunts the kitchen and doesn’t like all these strangers in her house. I wouldn’t either. She died in 1970–the last year it was a home.
Whether you believe or not, the food here is delicious, the wait staff friendly, and patient. I know they get bombarded by people like us who ask the same old questions. The hostess said that the spirits had been quiet but liked hiding her pens and moving things around. Must be Will as she is a cute young woman.