A few months ago, I went on an underwhelming date. He was handsome and polite, but there was something off — a slow-boiling rage simmering somewhere beneath his Vineyard Vines fleece. It bubbled up when he mentioned how he hadn’t gotten into Princeton, how he worked twice as hard as his siblings,

What brought you to believe in ghosts? Or, at the very least, have an interest in ghostly things? I know not all of you in the Creepy Corner do, and that's a-OK with me. Not believing in ghosts, the supernatural, paranormal, unexplained, etc. doesn't mean you can't appreciate a good scary

The paranormal is a lot like religion: You believe in it or you don't, and you even get your extremist types. I, however, have had the unfair advantage of living in a house filled with nasty spirits.It all started when I was 12 years old and my parents and I had just moved to a new town with my

If you're my friend, at some point I will tell you to leave a tape recorder running in your home overnight. A little bit to catch you sleep-talking ("Let me take that again." – my friend Joy the actor, auditioning in her sleep), but mostly to catch disembodied voices, footsteps, sounds, etc. I

Y'all I worked HARD for this Creepy Corner. I had to take to the YouTube to rewatch one of my favorite horror movies from childhood. Yup, I had snuggle into my couch on a chilly afternoon, drink tea, and watch a cheesy (and a little bizarre), "based on a true story" movie about ghosts in Texas