Interesting that the professor is from Albuquerque. Many people do not know the history of the Southwest; the professor alludes to it in the article. Before 1848 much of the area was controlled by the Spanish and elite Mexicans, who were and are white. They cut off the hands and feet of my ancestors (I am from a New…

You have an expert on Latino culture and politics - and also a real life Latina - and you didn’t want to go on record asking about this publication’s insistence on using “Latinx”? Fascinating.

Creepy!

OMG, this was so creepy! I love it!

Those creepy assholes.

Ah man, that’s what I get for assuming. I just thought everyone in the spooky community (or spooky community adjacent, as it happens) would know. Anyway it’s a radio that creates constant white noise through white spirits are said to be able to communicate.

It’s alright. Surprised people don’t know what a spirit box or ghost box is, but I have a mild obsession with ghost hunting shows and ghost YouTube stuff (even though I am a massive skeptic. It’s very fun to watch “evidence” and try to decide what is real and what isn’t). But it’s just a radio that quickly switches…

Super late but oh well. I didn’t even remember this story til I was reading through and some of the others reminded me. This happened when I was in college, in a small town in PA, pretty out in the boondocks.

LOL I had to google Spiritbox and it came up with a heavy metal band. Spooky story!

I have a story to tell, but I’m super late to the game, so no idea if anyone will ever see it. But it’s the only truly spooky thing that has happened to me, so I felt I should share it.

Is this your first time reading these? They’ve been going on for I think around 8-9 years now, I can’t remember exactly. I know I’ve been reading them since at least 2012.

Absolutely no part of this story is exaggerated, and I still don’t know what to make of it. Until I was five, I was raised in a teeny tiny town. My small neighborhood was more like a compound, where all of the people who worked in the clinic next door lived. There was a big garden in the middle of the neighborhood…

Several years ago, I lived on the first floor of an old triple decker. I shared the place with several roommates and things were usually pretty normal. We did have ghosts, but THAT seemed normal after awhile too for some reason. Plates rattling? Just the ghosts. Something not where you left it? Ghosts.

I love how willing people are to believe in dog ghosts, even people who do not believe in human ghosts. My dog certainly lingered with us for a few days after she died. I like to think that she’ll still bark for us if anything gnarly is about to occur. 

Ok, I live for these every year but never post because nothing super spoopy has ever happened to me. But there was one time. I had moved to a house on Alki (West Seattle) because this was the time where rent prices were literally doubling every year, but West Seattle was a little bit of a reprieve. I found a 2 bedroom…

Home Sweet Haunted Home

We live on a short, dead-end street and we got to know many of our neighbours through our foster dogs that we had to walk from the far end of the street to the corner every time we’d take the dogs for walks.

So this is going to sound like nothing. At the time it FELT like nothing. It was only the next morning that I realized how fucked up it was. After the story last year about the yoga retreat (submitted by annclayborn) I figured I’d share.

AHHHHHH! I hope you get out of the greys!

No Running (in the Hall)