haunted
Ghostbusters Cleared My Restaurant’s Cellar of a Restless Woman’s Spirit
My restaurant Il Buco—housed in a 19th-century building once frequented by Edgar Allan Poe—had a restless spirit in its cellar until a couple of ghostbusters showed up.
I Work In a Haunted Steakhouse
We spoke to the general manager of Keg Mansion about the building's dark past and what it’s like working in Canada’s most infamous haunted restaurant.
You Can Drink Rum Punch Next to a Grave at Key West's Most Haunted Bar
When most people think of an ideal bar, death is probably not in the picture. But Captain Tony’s Saloon in Key West, Florida somehow does morbidity right.
Partridge Island Is the Haunted, Dangerous Rite of Passage for New Brunswick’s Wasted Youth
For years the tunnels and abandoned WWII-era facilities have been a sort of post-apocalyptic punk playground for teens.
This Guy Plans on Spending 60 Days in a Haunted Lighthouse
Marc Pointud will spend two months in the infamous Tévennec lighthouse—a place marred by legends of death, insanity, and ghosts.
A Brief History of Australia's Haunted Movie Theaters
Why do employees at Melbourne multiplexes keep seeing spirits?
What Canada's Ritziest Hotel Bar Would Serve Its Ghost
We asked the head bartender of the Fairmont Banff Springs hotel, the jewel of the Canadian Rockies, about his animal encounters on his commute and the doomed bride that wanders the hotel.
I Took a Clairvoyant to the Excavation Site of a Mass Burial Pit for Plague Victims
She said she was "speaking" to the spirit of a boy who'd died during the Great Plague and been buried under Liverpool Street, along with 3,000 others.
Halloween Week Was Goddamn Terrifying
You think your Halloween was scary? Well, we spoke to a bartender the most haunted bar in America, got a magical recipe from the official witch of Salem, and even watched Matty Matheson nearly burn off his nipples in the name of doughnuts.
Legend Tripping at Cassadaga's Devil's Chair
We were suburban teenagers there for a Halloween scare, but it suddenly seemed like we were about to become characters in a horror movie.
The Most Evil Thing I Own
Nothing ups the value of a run-of-the-mill kitchen implement or piece of clothing like someone dying all over it. It's like smearing it with interesting butter. And—as with ghosts—the eviler the person who died on it, the heavier the smear.