They say the old caretaker of this place went absolutely crazy. Chopped up his entire staff. Of robots. All of them robots. They say at night you can still hear the screams. Of their replicas. All of them functionally indistinguishable from the originals. No memory of the incident. Nobody knows what they’re screaming about. Absolutely terrifying. Though obviously not paranormal in any meaningful way

Cairn off the side of Route 66 in the middle of the Mojave Desert. I found this stack of rocks beautiful. They caught me off guard.

For no reason in particular, I pulled my car over near this spot and set off walking away from the road towards the open desert. I meandered for a while, I don’t know for how long. There was lots of life and spirit to see in a place that many people dismiss as “barren.” It’s always that way in the Mojave Desert. People reject it as a wasteland but no matter how dead a spot looks from a distance, once you get up close the word “barren” is meant for some other place, far away. When I turned to go back, the stack was suddenly there as if out of nowhere in a place that already felt haunted. The atmosphere at dusk was palpable, aglow, the landscape hummed as it threw off the heat it absorbed earlier from the hot desert sun.

Romantic experiences with the land aside, I do acknowledge that the the Leave No Trace Center for Outdoor Ethics discourages moving anything in the natural landscape, including rocks. Stacking is generally frowned upon. They’re addressing national and state parks etc. but the principals apply to any place that’s wilder than our towns and cities. We humans already move so much. We destroy so much on purpose and by accident.  When we go away from our manmade places… I understand that we should just let the places be. We don’t deserve to leave our mark on every single place.


There are a number of spooky tales from Louisiana, but one of the most enthralling is that of Manchac Swamp. First of all, Manchac is rumoured to be haunted. It’s also rumoured to be the haunt of Rougarou, the Cajun werewolf. As well as that, it’s said to be haunted by Julia Brown, a once practising voodoo priestess, who put a curse on the entire town the day she died. Legend says that on the day of her funeral in 1915, a deadly hurricane ripped through the town, destroying three villages and killing a number of people. A number of curious visitors to the swamp have reported hearing shrill screams from a disembodied woman.

The ‘Blue Mustang’ sculpture at the Denver International Airport is often called 'Blucifer’ or 'The Demon Horse’ because of its glowing red eyes. The nicknames are also due to people thinking it’s haunted because the  artist died after a 9,000 pound piece of the sculpture fell on him. Source


Built in the 13th century, Houska Castle in Prague, Czech Republic is one of the country’s most haunted landmarks. It was built with no fortifications, no water, no kitchen, away from major trade routes, and with no occupants at its time of completion. The castle was not built as a residence or as a protective sanctuary, but was instead built because a large hole, nicknamed “The Gateway to Hell” needed to be covered up. People believe that, by building this huge castle, they were able to keep the demons trapped in the lower level and they built the thickest walls closest to the hole to keep the supposed demons at bay, away from nearby villages. Spooky tales of humanoid creatures and dark-winged creatures flying out of this hole have been reported for centuries, and the ominous castle is host to further paranormal occurrences.


@sixpenceee in 2010 I got to take a tour of the Woodmen’s Circle Home in Sherman, Texas. In the 1930′s it was a home for widows and orphans and is said to be haunted. It was abandoned in the 70′s and has been decaying ever since. While on the tour I didn’t see any signs of it being haunted, but i did manage to take some great pictures.