Readers, please enjoy this guest blog post by Matthew L. Swayne, author of Haunted World War II and the new Haunted Rails.
Almost every town in the United States—and much of the world, for that matter—has two strips of steel secured in place by a plank of lumber that connects it to other communities. It's the railroad. And every town with a railroad line, or an old train station, or a piece of railroad infrastructure (like a tunnel or a bridge) seems to be connected by another more supernatural line: railroad ghosts.
As I collected stories for my book, Haunted Rails, I wondered why these ghostly legends and paranormal accounts seem to attach themselves to what—to me, at
Readers, please enjoy this guest blog post by Jason Offutt, author of the new Chasing American Monsters.
The beast Bigfoot has fascinated me since childhood. However, when I became a journalist and started researching this legendary creature, I realized what I knew growing up was wrong. Bigfoot isn't solely a North American monster—it's worldwide, and, more importantly, it might not be a beast.
Native Americans traded with it, Australian aboriginals warred with it, and some lonely Russian villagers once mated with it. As I discovered researching my book, Chasing American Monsters, in the United States, encounters with these hairy giants have been reported in every state except
Readers, please enjoy this guest blog post by Richard Estep, author of Trail of Terror.
It takes a lot to make an agnostic call in a Catholic priest to cleanse his home. Yet that is exactly what happened to me one winter a few years ago.
I have been a paranormal investigator and author since the mid-Nineties, and thought I'd seen it all. If the truth be told, I'd gotten a little jaded. Most of my peers employed some sort of "psychic protection" ritual, such as envisioning themselves surrounded by a bright white light of spiritual origin, when leaving a supposedly haunted location. I never did, and it was something I would ultimately have cause to regret.
It had been a busy
Readers, please enjoy this guest blog post by Matthew L. Swayne, author of Haunted World War II.
It must have been one boring, leafless November 4th or something like that—right about the time when the Jack O’Lantern started to turn to mush, the leftover trick-or-treat candy began to dwindle away in the plastic pumpkin bowl, and movies about couples hoping to get married by Christmas suddenly replaced all the cool movies about serial killers who seemed to target just such couples—that I thought, “Why can't every day be Halloween?”
I was born on Halloween, and the holiday raced valiantly in a dead heat with Christmas for my favorite holiday. (It's hard for a fistful of