Because most states don’t have any laws about disclosing a death occurrence on a property — whether it was a murder, suicide, accident, illness or natural death — there’s nowhere for buyers or renters to go to ensure that their dream apartment doesn’t sit on top of a cemetery or something nice like that. Thanks to a new website, DiedInHouse.com, which gives a full report of all the deceased spirits who may be lurking on your property, never again will a person unknowingly move into a haunted house I mean, if you’re into living in the house where John Wayne Gacy, Jr. hid bodies in a crawl space…enjoy! The rest of us would rather not.
All you have to do is enter your address and for a small fee ($11.99 to be exact), the website will inform of all the people who died on your property and how it happened. Considering how difficult it is to find an apartment in NYC, I am going to abide by the ignorance is bliss policy. I’m too scared to know what entities may be hanging out in my living room. [Gothamist]
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Let me be clear: this house wasn’t in any way meant to be spooky. Nor was it Halloween. Even worse, my host didn’t forewarn me that there might be anything even vaguely strange about his place. The only thing he did mention, while unzipping my skirt, was that he was planning to put in an outdoor jacuzzi, just to enhance the whole ’70s swinger vibe he was going for.
I was in the middle of a “fuck tour” of Manhattan: a long weekend that literally started with an orgy at my friend’s place and continued as I met up with other people. My friend, being a fixture in the NYC sex scene for years, had a very extensive contact list of people who were willing to help the new girl get as many notches on her bedpost as possible. After a sex-starved stint working as a temp in a stuffy office, I was ready to let loose. The boy who I later discovered had a haunted house, went by the self-appointed name “Byron,” and that was the only name I knew him by. He was tall and skinny with a British accent. That was enough for me to want to spend some more private time with him.
Byron had a nice apartment, full of warm golden light and a well-stocked bar, which I drank only one glass of wine from, refusing a second. Half of the frisson of these casual encounters was the tiny lick of fear at the base of my spine that came from a lifetime of stranger-danger stories, and as a precaution, I always tried to remain as alert as possible. Little did I know, I was scared of the wrong thing. Keep reading »
It’s that time of year again! With Halloween just around the corner, Nightmare Fear Factory in Niagara Falls, NY, considered to be one of the more legitimately scary haunted house attractions in the country, is back to scare the shit out anyone who dares walk through its doors — and to capture their ridiculously, hilariously frightened faces on film for our amusement. Click through for 18 of my favorites so far! [All photos via Nightmare Fear Factory]
Halloween is the most socially appropriate time of year to splatter fake blood on your walls and pretend that bowl of peeled grapes is your eyeball collection. But how far is too far when it comes to really scaring the bejesus out of people? Family members of victims murdered by Jeffrey Dahmer, Ted Bundy and John Wayne Gacy say a “serial killer”-themed haunted house in New York City is it. Keep reading »
Whoever decided to put a camera at the scariest point of Nightmares Fear Factory, a haunted house in Niagara Falls, is a genius. I never realized how freaking hilarious scared people look until I spent a solid hour last night looking at Nightmares’ Flickr stream. I think a road trip to Canada is in the near future. Click to look at some of the funniest scared s**tless people I have ever seen.
Last week, in honor of October, I asked you all to share your ghost stories. Man, some of you had a few doozies! But, having lived in a haunted apartment across the street from a cemetery for two years in college, I have a few spooky tales of my own. After the jump, I’ll you all about mysteriously appearing dimes, ghostly pranks, and the one thing that’s haunted me forever. Keep reading »