Second blog!

For those of you wanting to keep up with what I’m doing, check out my second blog. It’s currently for a class I’m taking at Rowan University, but I intend on revamping it after class and making personal posts and thoughts. Let me know what you think!

Farewell…for now

I had an awesome time learning about haunted buildings in my area! I plan on posting more in the future when I find the time to travel to spooky places. I hope to post more about horror as well, so keep up with my blog if that interests you!

During the past few months I learned a lot about the history of some really cool buildings. Even the architecture says a lot about its history. I enjoyed getting out and traveling the area. I have always wanted to explore some local places but never found the time or reason. This blog helped me to keep my readers updated and hopefully intrigued.

I would have liked to speak to more people or gotten more in-depth with some of the people I spoke with. I understood that timeliness was the biggest issue, but I’m glad I got to do most of the things I planned.

Reminiscing on some of my favorite posts:
The grim history of America’s most haunted prison
The Jewel of the Jersey Shore
Stepping Into the Paranormal World With Joanne and Pat
Edgar Allan Poe haunts Philadelphia with his most successful short stories
Krampus scares children to behave by roaming streets in Austria

There is so much more to explore in my area, I don’t think I’ll ever want to stop!

Historical ghost tour haunts Philadelphia

It has to be mandatory under an imaginary rule book that horror bloggers must attend at least one ghost tour in their life, right? I chose to take a ghost tour in the beautiful city of Philadelphia. Continue reading “Historical ghost tour haunts Philadelphia”

The grim history of America’s most haunted prison

Processed with VSCO with c1 presetGargoyles sit atop Eastern State Penitentiary’s entrance.

I lay on my bunk. 
The days and nights bleed together. There is only a small circle of light from the ceiling that peers into the cell every now and again. Two doors lead to the outside world. One to the prison. One to my cinder block pen.
I lay. I think. I plan.

Continue reading “The grim history of America’s most haunted prison”