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Walls keep Secrets

I think ghosts are energy that lingers over time and, if it’s not cleared or amplified, it can be made manifest. Not to be metaphysical—I see the clutter that arises out of hoarding in the same way, but that’s a whole other can of worms. Houses, especially those steeped in history, are inherently liminal spaces—they exist at the threshold between the past and the present, the seen and the unseen. We were once afraid of the darkness in the open expanse of the wilderness at night, and now the darkness is contained with us within four walls. You don’t know what’s going on in those four walls until you’re inside and staying there for a while, whether it’s an overnight stay as a guest, a lease with a fixed term, or a long-term purchase. Mark Fisher’s concept of the weird captures this unease perfectly. The weird is that which feels out of place—an energy, an object, or a memory that doesn’t belong but refuses to leave. Houses are often full of these anomalies: a creaking floorboard, a shadow in the corner of your eye, a strange layout that never quite makes sense. These small dissonances accumulate, creating an atmosphere that feels uncanny, as though the house itself is alive and aware of your presence. The trap of the house is also deeply modern. Once you discover its unsettling secrets, you have to stay there, tethered by responsibility and the cost of leaving. The house becomes a site of entrapment—a perfect example of Fisher’s liminal, where you’re stuck in a space that isn’t quite safe but isn’t immediately escapable either, with whispers and presence making themselves known to you from out of time. If this resonates, you might enjoy my autobiographical contemporary gothic story about living in a house that used to be an old maternity hospital (pictured), where I explore these feelings and ideas. You can read it here: Haunting.

@taterhole

Dec 28, 2024

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exchanging scary stories

whether they involve ghosts or time warping or crop circles, I love to listen to people’s stories about their brushes with the unknown….this is one that happened when I was around seven years old, and recall so vividly it plays like a movie in my mind: One morning, when my sister and I were very small, my family took us to Santa Fe to visit our uncle. We stayed in a gorgeous old adobe hacienda-style home, with my sister and I sharing a room. One early morning, our first one there, my sister (around four years old at the time) woke all of us up when she ran out of the bathroom absolutely hysterical, screaming that a man was in the bathroom. My parents, jumping to the conclusion that there must’ve been a peeping Tom in the tiny stained glass window adjacent to the toilet, scoured the area for anyone, or any sign of anyone. of course, they found nothing. Later, when she was calmer and more intelligible, my sister told us a tall man wearing a coat and hat had appeared directly in front of her out of thin air, and she’d had to run around him to escape the bathroom. That evening, when my parents described the incident to my uncle (an architect whose boss graciously allowed us to stay in that house), he told us that while his boss had made jokes about the place being haunted, he never would’ve guessed it was true. if you have a creepy story you’ve been itching to tell, help us set the Halloween mood at Gilded and send it over! We want to read it for our upcoming Halloween special. Our hearts (and Google form) are open to you ❤️🎃

@nunjournal

Sep 21, 2024

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Babysitter urban legends

astrid used to terrify me with these legends as we took the bus to my swim practice… one of my favorites (aka one of the scariest) went like this: “An old woman lived alone with her small dog in a small cottage in the woods. Every night when she went to bed, she would let her hand dangle off the edge of her bed and the dog would lick it as they both fell asleep. One night, she’s listening to the radio as she gets ready for bed. A news bulletin interrupts her program to announce that a convicted serial killer has escaped from the local prison and everyone should lock their doors. Frightened, the lady locks her door and checks all the windows. Everything looks secure, so she goes to bed. Like usual, she lets her hand dangle off the edge of the bed and receives the usual licks. As her eyes start to close, a horrifying chill goes down her spine. In her living room, curled up in front of the fireplace, is her dog.”

@its_just_kate

Jan 20, 2025

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Using ellipses…..

Hi….. just thinking of you….. let’s get together soon….. love u bunches ………. be careful getting home….

@buddleija

Feb 7, 2024

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Waking up early

I got out of bed almost straight away and went outside and it was so pretty and the sun was just coming over the tree line and now I don’t have to rush and there’s no time to waste bc im seizing it

@buddleija

Feb 7, 2024

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All this app needs is a music player function that plays when you open a users profile.

It needs just this 1 added layer of chaos, like MySpace. But it would be pretty cute imo

@buddleija

Feb 3, 2024