#hauntings

[thecryptkeeper]

Hélène Amouzou (Togolese), Self-Portrait, Molenbeek (#78), 2010. Pigment inkjet print on baryta paper. Kanal-Centre Pompidou, Belgium.

[thecryptkeeper]

Jan De Lauré (Belgian), Untitled, 2015. Oil on paper. Museum van Hedendaagse Kunst, Antwerp.

[allengreenfield]

Top 10 haunted Locations in Elgin, IL

https://usghostadventures.com/americas-most-haunted-trending/top-10-haunted-locations-in-elgin-il/

[allengreenfield]

Kent Hauntings & Investigations

Slough Fort Paranormal Investigation: March 2026 Return Case Study

https://www.kaseparanormal.co.uk/blog/slough-fort-paranormal-investigation-return-2026?entry_id=14123012685&slot=1

[allengreenfield]

Why All Hauntings Are Poltergeist

https://www.seeaghost.com/single-post/why-i-say-that-all-hauntings-are-poltergeist?entry_id=14124142820&slot=1

[aninterestingurlhere]

the first thing i ever noticed in my house was about a year ish ago. there's an old tv mounted on my wall that i never bothered to take down because i'm lazy and didn't feel like it. i don't ever touch it anymore and haven't for a long time. its dusty as hell, so you notice when something changes. i had just walked into the room to lay down and scroll on my phone, and glanced up because i thought i saw a spider. my area gets cellar spiders constantly, so this wouldn't be weird. no spider, but there were two clear handprints in the dust on my old tv. higher than i'd be reaching without noticing, higher than i or any friend of mine had any reason to be reaching.

the handprints appear at random now. i have no idea why they're there or what is making them. the first two looked decently small, but they come in a variety of sizes. anytime i'm not looking at it for too long.

[sandovers]

I thought of Abi again, and then, intensely sweet and painful, the full glory of our joint efforts to transform this crushing everyday into something magical, to find goblins in the park and clay pipes in the garden, ghosts in the attic and witchery behind the lace curtains of withdrawn neighbours. The alchemy of our imaginations. I had been so adrift without it. The privets were choked with litter; the only incantations written on the concrete walls were the names of football teams and bands and doomed couples. I could not hold back the banality of this world on my own.

Will Maclean, The Apparition Phase