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,

A veteran tour guide gives us the hidden trails, different seasons, and forgotten secrets on the Rock.

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