Earlier this month I had the pleasure of joining my paranormal investigation team on a trip to the Rolling Hills Asylum in East Bethany, New York. For seasoned ghost enthusiasts, this location needs no introduction. Many popular and televised teams have come to this property in the past. The team I’m on was incredibly excited to explore a place as iconic as this. But perhaps a short history lesson is in order, first. Rolling Hills was built in 1827 as the Genesee County Poor

I jerked my head to see a figure, standing in the open doorway of our bedroom.

My roommates and I spent the rest of our sophomore year in Wrigleyville without incident after my encounter with the black mass in the living room. Time sped on and I managed to put the experience out of my mind as finals and summer finally rolled around again. But with a break from school came a breakup of my roommates as well. Our roommate Anya had decided to leave school and pursue a different path, outside of the city. We supported her decision but were sad to see her g

I’ve been a low level asshole ever since I was a little girl. Please ask my childhood friend, Melissa, who was forced to watch Arachnophobia with me on a regular basis, despite her raging fear of spiders. Her soft pleas to watch The Adventures of Mary-Kate and Ashley instead usually fell on deaf ears. See? Asshole. But I couldn’t help myself. I liked creepy crap . Goosebumps quickly took over space on my bookshelf where the Babysitters Club used to live. I spent Saturday