Ghost in the basement – story from a tour-member

Thanks to Celia (she’s French Canadian, and I might have misspelled/anglicized her name. So sorry, love,) from Antoine de St Exupeny for telling me this one! As I understood it, Celia’s grandmother was the principal of a school in Algeria and she lived above the school. She had a maid, who fell on hard times and asked if she could stay with the principal. Celia’s grandmother agreed and told her she could sleep anywhere but should avoid the basement. When a Frenchwoman suggests you avoid sleeping somewhere, listen to her. The poor maid spent the night in the basement and … Continue reading Ghost in the basement – story from a tour-member

The Underground Concourse in Philadelphia

One of the questions I’m frequently asked on tour is if I’ve had any personal experiences with ghosts. Since I usually present as a skeptic and I never have enough time between stops to tell a proper story, I usually tell people I’m about as psychically inclined as a glass doorknob. What most people don’t understand is that glass (especially mirrors) is one of the most conductive materials to supernatural entities . I live in New Jersey and work in Philadelphia so my daily commute sees me on the Patco, travelling over the Delaware River. This provides one of the … Continue reading The Underground Concourse in Philadelphia

Ghosts of Novels Past: Tremblay, horror, and an excuse to use a colon.

Originally posted on Infinite Stages:
All right dear readers.  Here we go.  All things post modernary, literary, genreary, culinary, and readanary.  Infinite Stages welcomes you to darkness.  Beware of spoilers… Tremblay will spoil you.    I am easily startled.  I jump… Continue reading Ghosts of Novels Past: Tremblay, horror, and an excuse to use a colon.