by mike | Dec 2, 2024 | Ghosts, Myths & Legends, Paranormal, Uncategorized |
Located in rural Jefferson, Texas, the Excelsior House Hotel is considered a focal point for paranormal activity. You don’t believe it? Just ask Steven Spielberg. THE GHOST OF DIAMOND BESSIE Excelsior House was built back in the 1850s and has functioned as a hotel...
by mike | Nov 28, 2024 | California, Ghosts, Myths & Legends, Paranormal, Uncategorized |
You might consider inviting this personable ghost to your Thanksgiving feast. I first presented this post in 2021. The Queen Anne Hotel in the City by the Bay probably didn’t ask for the notoriety of being haunted. But then, it didn’t count on housing the spirit of a...
by mike | Nov 18, 2024 | Ghosts, Myths & Legends, Paranormal, Uncategorized |
You’re driving down the long (10 miles), lonely, poorly paved Clinton Road in West Milford, New Jersey. It is late at night, but you’ve heard about the Ghost Boy, and you want to check it out for yourself. You stop along Dead Man’s Curve, near a reservoir, where a...
by mike | Oct 28, 2024 | Ghosts, Horror, Horror Movies, Movies, Nightmares, Thrillers, Uncategorized |
As an old(er) guy living in a gated 55+ community, I no longer have to hand out Halloween candy at the front door, since no one does trick-or-treating here. In addition to eating the last two Reese’s peanut butter cups, I get all the ones that come before them! Pretty...
by mike | Oct 21, 2024 | Ghosts, Mysteries, Myths & Legends, Paranormal, Uncategorized |
“Across the alley from the Alamo.” That’s the first line of an old Mills Brothers song. Actually, across the street from the Alamo in downtown San Antonio stands the Emily Morgan Hotel, renowned in paranormal circles as one of the most haunted places in America....
by mike | Oct 3, 2024 | Aging, Baseball, Books, Fantasy, Ghosts, Magical realism, Movie Lines, Movies, Sports, Sports Movies, Uncategorized |
A real baseball game on the Field of Dreams? Yes, it really happened, back in 2021. “Three years ago at dusk on a spring evening, when the sky was a robin’s-egg blue and the wind as soft as a day-old chick, I was sitting on the veranda of my farm home in eastern Iowa...
