Most people don’t know much about the places in which they live, which is a travesty considering how interesting places like San Francisco are. But you know what the best way is to force some history on people? Murder. That’s why I went on the San Francisco Ghost Hunt

I have always loved having the bejesus scared out of me. When I was little I used to read the book Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark over and over which seemed to concern my Grandpa, who called me a ‘œghoul.’ I remember being a little offended by that,

Even though Halloween is officially over,  some of us haven’t gotten our fill of the paranormal.  And since I’m in a bit of a sorry state I’m gonna keep this post short and sweet. After you nurse your tequila hangover and scrub off your zombie make-up, head to Greenwich Village