Gone is the fine dining restaurant. The one in its place appears to serve Chicken and Dumplings from a can and its biggest boast is that everything is under $13. Might have been half that, to be fair. The landscaping has been given over to prisoners on work-release (you can't tell who they are because they don't wear any sort of uniform). The staff knows who they are and they seem more than a little nervous about having them around. All the flowers are gone. What's left is dead and in need of replacing. We did get decent sheets (the staff told us that they were purchased especially for the owner's friends who had visited recently), but the other guests had cheap, worn-out ones. For the prices, you might hope for good quality. The interior of the home is in awful condition. Huge cracks in the plaster that hasn't fallen down. The so-called antiques are reproductions at best. One curious child revealed a wire spool table in the formal living room when he picked up the fancy covering. The so-called garden rooms had been redecorated after (we were told) the sewer system had backed up into them. The wallpaper looks pretty much as if a child put it up and the carpet is bargain-basement. We were there last year and had a wonderful time. Just now, though, its more as one might imagine Hillbilly Heaven than ante-bellum splendor. That haunted mirror is made of mercury glass and the "spooks" are nothing more than illusions in bad glass. The Chloe story was created by former owner Frances Kermeen and does not have a word of truth to it. Rip-off is a harsh word, but it is the only one that fits. Why the owners won't live there? Because every other person in the little town hate them.