My husband had taken a job outside of New Orleans. We hadn't been moved in long before strange things started going on. At night just as you would start to doze off, I would hear heavy breathing in my bedroom. My husband would be sound asleep. I would listen even closer to see if it was him and of course, it wasn't. The breathing wouldn't last long. It would be just so deep and loud. My husband was hard of hearing due to being in the Vietnam war. One Saturday morning I brought a load of clothes into the living room to fold. For some reason when I dropped the clothes on the couch I looked up toward our front door. There right in the center of the door in plain sight was a dark figure sitting on a white horse. Everything was in such detail, it was unbelievable. The figure on the horse was dressed in a long black cloak wearing a black top hat. His face was long and thin with dark piercing eyes. He had high cheek bones and long side burns. It appeared that everywhere you went in the living room the eyes would follow you. The horse was just as visual as he was. When my husband would leave for work each morning, I would hang a sheet over the door so I couldn't see the figure. My son made a cross out of popsicle sticks & yarn. He put a little nail in the forehead of the figure to hang his cross. After he would leave for school I would hang the sheet back up. I just could not stand to look at the figure in the door. One day while at a fast food restaurant, I was telling a friend about my door. Just as I finished an old lady sitting in the next booth got up and stopped at our booth. She said that years ago there were cult churches in New Orleans, which there still are to this day. Anyway, she said the clothes that the figure had is what they wore back then and even still to this day.