The Green Widow: The Curse of Tiana
She kissed the frog. But the prince was never the problem.

In 1912 New Orleans, newspapers told of a restaurant that appeared overnight — its windows fogged, its doors always locked. Locals whispered it was owned by Tiana Leclerc, a young woman who had once been poor but made her fortune “cooking for ghosts.”
Patrons who entered never left.
Years later, when the police finally broke down the doors, they found tables still set — plates steaming, glasses full. The walls were coated in a thin green film that smelled like pondwater and sugar.
The floorboards pulsed softly beneath their boots.
In the center of the kitchen stood a cauldron carved with two faces — one smiling, one screaming. Within it floated a crown.
To this day, no one dares build on that land. Every Mardi Gras, a woman in green is seen walking by the river, her reflection rippling — slightly delayed.


Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.