By June Nixon Located at 8 Potters Pond, Gloucestershire, England in the Cotswolds in Wotton-under-Edge, lies a little Inn called the Ancient Ram Inn. If you’re looking for a place where the walls whisper, the floors creak, and the shadows seem to have opinions, The Ancient Ram Inn is your next paranormal vacation destination. This famously haunted 12th‑century inn has been called everything from “delightfully creepy” to “the place where my EMF meter filed for workers’ comp.”

I want to talk about one of my favorite places I have loved—like, capital-L LOVED—to investigate with A.G.H.O.S.T., and Port Gamble, Washington, absolutely deserves its own little candlelit spotlight. I know I have already mentioned the Walker-Ames House, but the whole town has a strange, beautiful, tucked-away magic to it. In daylight, it looks like the kind of place where you might buy jam, admire old buildings, and say things like, “Isn’t this charming?” After dark, it fee

By June Nixon Being the client coordinator can be a lot—and I mean a LOT in capital letters, possibly with dramatic thunder behind it. The most important part of the job is listening. Really listening. No judging, no eye rolling, no jumping to conclusions. Just listening to people who are scared, confused, grieving, curious, or sometimes just very committed to the idea that their lamp has an attitude. Over the years, I have met truly amazing people through this work, and some

By June Nixon My next step was finding a paranormal group to join, because apparently after seeing one shadow person rush at me, my brain said, “Wonderful. Let’s make this a hobby.” I won’t drag you through every group I joined, visited, or quietly backed away from while maintaining polite eye contact, but after a while I realized the paranormal world has its share of wonderfully colorful people—and a few folks who had clearly been left in the spiritual microwave a little too

Review: The Southern Ghost Hunter Mysteries by Angie Fox Angie Fox’s Southern Ghost Hunter Mysteries is one of those rare series that manages to be laugh‑out‑loud funny, warmly heartfelt, and genuinely clever in its mysteries — all at the same time. If you’re looking for a cozy paranormal escape with characters you’ll want to hang out with long after the last page, this series delivers every single time. 🌟 Verity Long: A Heroine You Can’t Help but Root For Verity is the beat

Phantoms by Dean Koontz is the kind of book that grabs you by the throat, drags you into a creepy little mountain town, and then politely refuses to let you leave until you’ve finished the whole thing in one sitting. I really enjoyed it — which is a problem, because once I started, I had no self-control left. “Just one more chapter” turned into “well, apparently it’s 3 a.m. and I live here now.” Koontz does what he does best: builds tension, piles on the dread, and makes ever

Exists is one of my favorite Bigfoot movies, which is a little embarrassing to admit because it’s also one of the saddest. It starts like a goofy cabin-in-the-woods getaway and ends like the universe itself walked into the forest, tripped over a branch, and decided to eat everyone’s feelings. The found-footage style works really well here: the shaky camera makes the woods feel alive, like something huge is always just out of frame, breathing through its teeth. And then, of co

By June Nixon There’s something magical about The Mummy (1932) — and not just the “I’ve been dead for millennia but still have better cheekbones than anyone alive” energy Karloff brings to the table. This movie is slow, eerie, romantic, and weirdly cozy… like being wrapped in ancient linen by someone who really cares. Karloff’s performance is so mesmerizing that he barely has to move. He just stares, and suddenly everyone in the room is like, “Yes, sir, absolutely sir, I will

That led me to take a couple of classes with a woman named Shannon, which somehow turned into investigating the old Comet Lodge Cemetery—now technically considered a park with gravestones, which feels like a very casual way to describe “former two-square-mile city of the dead.” Most of the bodies had supposedly been moved to other cemeteries—wink, wink—which is exactly the kind of sentence that makes paranormal investigators put on sensible shoes and start charging batteries.

By June Nixon Around 2005, I was watching one of those ghost-hunting shows and thought, “Ugh. This is all fake.” The dramatic music, the gasps, the night vision, the person whispering, “Did you hear that?” after someone clearly bumped into a chair—it all felt like paranormal theater with bad lighting. I decided I was going to get into ghost hunting myself and prove it was all a bunch of hogwash. Which is a very scientific term, obviously. By then, I had lost my puppy, grandfa

By June Nixon My whole life, I have been fascinated by the paranormal. Ghost stories, Halloween, old Universal monster movies—I love all of it. I was always drawn to the spooky side of things. I was never exactly goth, but someone once described me as a “colorful perky goth,” which honestly sounds like what would happen if Wednesday Addams discovered glitter and customer service. When I was fourteen and a freshman in high school, my English teacher asked us to write a short s

The Beginning You’re probably wondering how a sweet, shy Midwestern girl ended up mixed up in the paranormal and traveling around the world. Welllll, like most perfectly normal life stories, mine starts with childhood trauma and a beagle puppy. I know—nothing says “fun beginning” quite like that. But here we are, so buckle up. We’re going all the way back to when I was five years old, which was roughly 100’s of hairstyles, millions of bad decisions, and one very tender little

The Uninvited is the cinematic equivalent of a haunted lace curtain fluttering in a seaside breeze — delicate, eerie, and hiding a whole lot of emotional chaos behind its polite British manners. It’s one of the first Hollywood films to treat ghosts not as gimmicks, but as actual supernatural entities with motives, trauma, and a flair for dramatic entrances. Ray Milland plays Roderick Fitzgerald, a charming composer who buys a cliffside mansion because apparently in the 1940s

There are ghost movies… and then there’s The Changeling, the cinematic equivalent of a cold hand grabbing your ankle while you’re trying to pretend you’re brave. This masterpiece doesn’t rely on cheap jump scares — it relies on atmosphere, grief, and George C. Scott’s ability to look at a haunted bathtub like it personally insulted him. Scott plays John Russell, a composer grieving the loss of his wife and daughter. He moves into a mansion so big it looks like it should have

Review: The Awakening (2011) The Awakening is a richly atmospheric British supernatural drama set in 1921, where the grief of World War I still hangs over England like fog. Florence Cathcart (Rebecca Hall) is a writer, investigator, and professional debunker of spiritualist frauds — a role almost unheard of for a woman of her era. She strides into rooms wearing trousers, carrying scientific instruments, and refusing to be dismissed by men who underestimate her. Her independen

I have a soft spot for Grave Encounters, and honestly, it deserves its place in the Found Footage Hall of Fame. It’s chaotic, creepy, unhinged, and exactly what happens when a ghost‑hunting TV crew finally gets what they’ve been asking for. It’s like the universe said, “Oh, you want evidence? Here’s a whole buffet. Enjoy.” The setup is perfect: a paranormal investigation team filming an episode inside an abandoned psychiatric hospital. Classic. Atmospheric. A location that pr

I have to say it: absolutely ROCKED. This one grabbed me by the ankles, dragged me straight into the woods of Rockland County, and whispered, “You’re not leaving until you meet every single ghost in this house.” And honestly? I didn’t want to leave. This is easily one of my top favorites in the entire franchise—right up there with the original. This time we step away from the Abaddon Hotel and into the Carmichael Manor, a location so creepy it feels like the Abaddon’s cousin

I’ll say it: is the cinematic equivalent of finding a crucial page of a cursed book… but someone spilled coffee on it. It’s not the strongest film in the franchise, but it is packed with essential mythology, character reveals, and franchise‑defining moments—especially if you’re following the breadcrumb trail all the way to Lineage. This movie reopens the Abaddon Hotel (because apparently no one in this universe has ever heard the phrase “leave it alone”), thanks to billionair

I’ll be honest: is like returning to a restaurant you loved the first time—only to discover the chef has been replaced by a demon who’s trying to follow the recipe but keeps adding extra cult members for flavor. I liked it, I really did, but there are definitely moments where it feels like the movie is wobbling on its own tripod. The sequel picks up with a new group of people who decide—because apparently no one in this universe has ever heard of Google—to investigate the Ab

I have to confess: I’m a full‑blown Found Footage Junkie. If there were a 12‑step program for people who willingly watch shaky camcorder chaos at 2 a.m., I’d probably film the meeting and call it “authentic.” When found footage is done right, it doesn’t just pull me into the world—it drags me in like I’m being yanked down a dark hallway by an unseen demon with a flair for dramatic lighting. And among the many glorious entries in the genre, Steven Cognetti’s Hell House LLC fra