Ask someone about their weird talent or tell them yours. Mine is that I can recite all of the openings for Ghost Adventures from memory, sound effects included. May not be a talent per se BUT it always makes people at least chuckle
whether they involve ghosts or time warping or crop circles, I love to listen to peopleās stories about their brushes with the unknownā¦.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 mustāve 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 sheād 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 wouldāve guessed it was true. if you have a creepy story youāve 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 ā¤ļøš
I love to be haunted. Is that strange? Thereās a ghost in my new apartment (I had one in my childhood home too!) His name is Phil and he wakes me up every night. I scream at first but I know heās just playing!!
had some bad anxiety today, took my dog on a walk to get some air. itās wildflower season and making a little bouquet to bring home into my space was relaxing and made me think of childhood
In Barcelona, a boy named Daniel runs a bookstore with his dad. when heās old enough, his Dad takes him to the cemetery of forgotten books, where bookkeepers are tasked with picking one book to preserve so the story within wonāt be lost to time. Daniel finds out the author of the book he found is missing and the books he wrote have been destroyed, so he goes on a journey to find the author and figure out why the books were destroyed