the Myrtles and the slave girl who probably never existed (but the mirror tho)

Stayed a night at the Myrtles down in St Francisville for my anniversary, wife wanted the spooky B&B thing. The story they sell you: house slave named Chloe gets her ear cut off by Judge Woodruff for eavesdropping, wears a green turban to hide it, poisons the family birthday cake with oleander, kill……