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Born and raised in scenic Uniontown, PA, I got my first taste of the paranormal in the Appalachian Mountains listening to the folklore and legends of generations of pioneers. These legends and lore hit close to home, and opened my mind to the possibilities

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Desire: 11 of 335

To me, you are more than beautiful You are balance The perfection of dreams The prophet of thoughts My muse in darkness I often silently watch your every move Contemplating thoughts of desire Subtle hints of lust The projections from deep within your bounds Craving your touch Plotting my next move Our next encounter Like the...
Society & Lifestyle > Mythology & Folklore The probability of lake monsters existing: 1 of 13

The Loch Ness monster, or "Nessie" as it is often referred to, may be the most well known cryptid in the world. From the first sighting of the Loch Ness monster in 565 AD when missionary Saint Columba encountered the mysterious creature as he crossed the loch, people have been drawn to this strange land. Before we delve into...
Society & Lifestyle > Mythology & Folklore Looking for Bigfoot: 1 of 12

Many researchers from across the globe spend hours upon hours in the field, searching for the smallest pieces of evidence to definitively prove the existence of Bigfoot. If the creatures exist, what are they? Noted Bigfoot researcher and physical anthropologist Dr. Grover Krantz has one theory. He believes Bigfoot is a livin...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I long for you: 33 of 328

Every night I struggle with reality My fragile heart saddened by the void in our lives My hopes A faded memory lost at sea My fears A wall of tears around my heart With you, I can live again I lay alone Waiting on your beauty to pierce the darkness To fracture the boundary that keeps us apart Beloved seraph Sweep into my dre...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 185 of 1148

Or did they? Not far from the grotto There lies a tomb Run down and dilapidated It hides the secret well Through the cobwebs and decay This empty sepulcher cries out Hoping for the master to return It did not always lie this way He was here Or was he? The name on the stone The carvings on the wall So ornate Yet, unbecoming H...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Moving on: 45 of 275

As I sit here recording my thoughts You have no idea, no inkling That soon I will be your unforgiven Not because of the truths you hide from Or a deed so heinous But, for the perception of betrayal you will imagine Acuity lost in your reality Not based in the facts we search Little will you realize that I am indeed right My ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Satan: 22 of 118

Anno Satanas The great archfiend spoke Today we begin a new path A new world Not for the ordinary Not for the plain But, for the chosen ones Outcasts to some Feared by all I am your guide on this sacred journey Anno Satanas has begun Lord of light Lead us through the trying times Open your gates We are ready to receive you B...
Religion & Spirituality > Ghosts & Paranormal Phenomena Photographing ghosts: 2 of 5

One of the biggest questions that have paranormal investigators continue to debate is what type of camera to use on an investigation, the traditional 35mm camera or a digital camera. It can be argued that neither of these choices are the best camera to use during, researchers have determined that a simple Polaroid SX-70 came...
Entertainment > Movie Genres The most underrated horror movies: 9 of 20

When you think of movies based on ghosts and hauntings, many films readily come to mind. Films such as Ringu, the Haunting of Hill House, the Amityville Horror, and The Shining are usually on top of every list on the subject. While it is true that those are all very good examples and some classic tales, every once in a while...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Horror: 96 of 208

I remember leaving your house at dusk that fall night, with the eerie mist that surrounded us and the brisk winds that were howling through Appalachia etched into my mind. Our sins were weighing on my soul, these forbidden desires we harbor in this illicit secret union. I could still taste you on my lips, your soft pale fles...