If you are interested in conducting a ghost study on one of the many real haunted places throughout the world, it is important that you know what an intelligent haunting is and how to identify one. Popular televised broadcasts and even haunted ghost tours that are hosted in various cities often relay information that will educate you on the types of ghosts that you may experience while ghost hunting. Unfortunately, the information that is issued to you is often only brief. If you are interested in real ghosts and getting the best evidence from your ghost study on a real haunted location, it is important that you know and completely understand all of the details associated with intelligent hauntings.

It does not matter if you are investigating real life haunted houses, old ghost towns, or graveyards that are rumored to have spiritual entities in them, you should understand that there are several different types of ghosts. An intelligent haunting is a spiritual entity that has a level of consciousness that is comparable to the living. Many hauntings that are considered to be intelligent are believed to be the ghosts of souls that do not realize that they have transitioned from the spiritual world to the physical worlds. There are other beliefs that these beings make themselves known to the living because they have a strong attachment to something on the physical plane or have business that is unfinished that concerns one or more of the living.

As a ghost investigator, you must understand that intelligent hauntings are just as unique as one living person to another. Not all entities that have consciousness are "friendly". As a matter of fact, each intelligent spirit seems to have their own unique personality – just like their living counterparts. When you find that you are interacting with a spiritual being that is intelligent, it is absolutely vital that you ensure that you proceed with a high level of caution. It is important to understand that there is a specific reason why the spirit is stuck between the physical plane and the spiritual plane. You will likely come across intelligent hauntings many times as a ghost investigator.

If you are searching for real ghosts, it is important that you know and understand the signs of an intelligent haunting. The following represents the most common signs that you may be dealing with a spiritual entity that possesses a level of consciousness:

• It is common to actually observe a partial body or a full body apparition that looks as if it is trying to communicate directly with you or others that are part of your ghost hunting team when investigating real haunted places.

• You may find that you hear sounds that resemble laughing, crying, whispers, screams, whistles, and others that are often heard among the living. The sounds may sound as if they are far away or have a lot of static mixed in them.

• Many individuals claim that when they come in contact with an intelligent haunting during their ghost study that they experience symptoms such as chills, unexplained breezes, goose bumps, and even a general state of discomfort.

As you can see, if you are interested in conducting a ghost study at one of the many real haunted places in the world, it is important to know and understand each of the types of ghosts that you may come in contact with. Intelligent hauntings are those that are able to interact with the living on an intelligent level. Their personalities are quite unique and there are a multitude of reasons why they may not be able to move completely into the spiritual world. Proceed with caution if you encounter this type of ghost.

Are ghosts really REAL? Have genuine apparitions been recorded and witnessed by real investigators? In this article, we are going to explore the idea that ghosts, or apparitional experiences have not only been photographed, by often captured on sound and video technology as well. Curious to know more? Great …. continue reading as we take a closer look below!

Okay … but have there EVER been any documented cases of ghosts being photographed, or recorded in sound or video?

Absolutely! There are tens of thousands of EVP (electronic voice phenomena) that are stored and warehoused by many of the cutting edge researchers into the great beyond … with ordinary people like you and I REGULARLY recording anomalous noises on common, everyday recorders that lack a good explanation.

How about video?

The answer is … incredibly, yes! Did you know, for example, that there is research being done right now by leading investigators and scientists like Mark Macy, that have documented ghostly images being caught not ONLY on video, but on computer screens, TV monitors and more?

It's true … and while some of these images are a bit more suspect to ME, than to others who are investigating them, there are more than an ample supply of these that simply cannot be explained away!

And don't forget …..

Some of the greatest scientific minds EVER were big believers in the idea that conventional media could record, document and describe the afterlife!

For example … Thomas Edison was working on a "phone" device that endeavored to communicate with the dead right before HIS death, and other great scientific minds like Tesla, and George Meek, were active in looking for ways to measure, and record spiritual energy from the other side …. with TREMENDOUSLY impressive (and very little known) results!

If you are living with ghost and have grown tired of their pranks and mischievousness you need to devise a plan. The first step to getting help with ghosts is to get proof that there actually is a ghost or haunting present.

When it comes to ghosts – some people believe in them, some don’t. Whether intentional or not, there are thousands of cases of ghosts caught on camera. With a little preparation and patience you may be able to capture an image of the entity that is haunting you.

So this is how to get your ghost caught on camera.

First you will need a camera. Most any type will do, but a digital camera that plugs into a PC is often chosen for verification purposes because image tampering is very easy to detect by a professional. A lot professionals will choose to use a Polaroid camera because digital editing is impossible and results can be seen instantly.

Next you will want to choose a location in which you feel there is the strongest ghostly energy or activity.

Walk around your chosen area and snap a few “control” pictures. Take a few pictures from as many different angles as possible for that location.

Give an audible invitation to the spirit to be photographed. Speak in a loud, clear and calm tone “If anyone is here, I invite you to show yourselves in my pictures.”

Start shooting random picture about the chosen location. Occasionally you should repeat your invitation out loud.

When you are satisfied that you have taken enough pictures you should leave the location. Remember that if you really want to get help with ghosts you have to be patient and persistent. If your first attempt does not prove fruitful don’t despair. Simply regroup and try again later.

As your final step you should take a look at your snapshots. Look for anything unusual or out of the ordinary that may have appeared. You can use photo editing software to run the pictures through some filters.This will help to highlight unusual items. Some things to look for are:

Orbs

Human Forms

Thick Mist

As helpful tip be sure to know exactly where all local lighting sources (street lights, lamps, houses, etc…) are located. This way you can easily determine if it was a contributing factor in creating any images.

So there it is. If you are living with ghost and wish to have your ghost caught on camera this is a very viable technique. Good Luck and Happy Ghost Hunting!!

Halloween is a time of year where all little boys and girls parade in the streets, imaginations on overload as they ring the doorbells of various houses, and are dressed as ghosts, ghouls and monsters of all shapes and sizes. Of course, the candy makes Halloween the treat that it is, but it's the costumes that are remembered well into adulthood. A popular one is the ghost Halloween costume.

Ghost Halloween Costume

Ever since Halloween's conception, and dressing up as different monsters in hopes to grab the best candy became increasingly popular, nothing could beat the simple sheet draped over your head, two eye-holes cut out so you could see, and carrying a paper bag to collect all that candy. Every year, thousands of kids prowl the streets wearing this costume. Because it's so inexpensive to make (just grab an extra sheet from the linen closet), even people who cannot afford an expensive costume are still able to enjoy Halloween trick-or-treating. And besides, ghosts are scary. Who wouldn't want to dress up as one?

There are millions of vampires, werewolves, and of course, the typical Friday the 13th hockey masks or Freddy Krueger's running the streets that night. If you want to stand out above the crowd, and candy and comfort is your priority, then the ghost Halloween costume is the right way to go. When everyone else has arrived home, tearing away tons of clothing, or removing layers of thick make-up off their faces, the sheet-wearers just toss aside their costume and dive immediately into their candy treasure chest.

Scary Ghost Costume

As mentioned previously, the ghost costume is inexpensive, comfortable and scary. The "boo" factor alone is what makes this costume so fun to wear, because no one knows exactly who is under the oversized fabric of doom. This coming Halloween, toss aside the expensive masks and packets of blood and make-up. Just grab a sheet, hit the streets, and collect that candy in style with the ghost Halloween costume.

Lynsey De Paul was a popular blonde female singer back in the seventies. She is most remembered for her huge 1972 hit, Sugar Me, and also for teaming up with songwriter Mike Moran for the 1977 UK Eurovision Song Contest entry, Rock Bottom. It was during this time that Lynsey had a very strange experience whilst recording Rock Bottom in the studio.

It was just after 3 a.m., and Lynsey was in the studio with her manager, Mike Moran, and a sound engineer. They suddenly heard a crackling noise – a “white noise” – like interference or static on a radio. The noise grew louder, forcing Lynsey to remove her headphones. The engineer could not explain this strange noise, as he checked the equipment thoroughly and found nothing wrong with it. Then a large triangle of white light suddenly appeared in the middle of the room. Lynsey felt a huge pressure bearing down on her whole body, as if somebody had placed a gigantic hand on her. This strange sensation frightened her so much that she actually burst into tears.

When the light finally disappeared, Lynsey regained her composure and asked if there was a ghost there. The engineer told her that strange things had occurred in the men’s toilets at the studios. People said that they’d been poked in the back when using the loo, although there was nobody behind them. When Lynsey told Michael Bentine, an expert in the paranormal, about her experience, he told her that the white light was just a friendly manifestation of energy, dating back to the time of the Druids.

But this wasn’t the first paranormal experience that Lynsey had. When she moved into a Gothic mansion – a residence that looked like the typical haunted house – near London’s notorious Highgate Cemetery, she witnessed yet more supernatural occurrences: doors in the servants’ quarters opened and closed of their own accord, a stained glass window and a heavy mirror fell to the ground, bits of electrical flex burst into flames, and Lynsey’s keys would mysteriously go missing and turn up in places like the freezer.

Lynsey herself, however, does not deem whatever force was behind all this to be evil or malevolent, for she thinks that it’s people themselves who interpret such paranormal activity as either a good or a bad force.

Ghost Writing – It’s Illegal or Something?

You may be thinking that ghost writing is something wrong that celebrities do, hiring a professional writer instead of working on their own books. Actually, no, it’s not illegal, immoral or fattening in any way – except for fattening your purse! It’s done under “work for hire” laws all through the USA and in the world.

Have you been wondering for a long time about what ghost writers are and exactly what they do? This blog post/article is about ghost writing, specifically about my own career as a ghost. It may tempt you either into using a ghost yourself, or becoming one – if you happen to have the necessary writing and editing skills.

Definition of a Ghost Writer

Ghost writers are professional freelance writers who work for pay, but who usually don’t take any of the credit for the work we perform for our clients. We tend to take our pay during the course of completion of a writing project, but sometimes we also take a percentage of net sales for our writing efforts. Also, ghost writing clients not only get full credit, they get full copyrights to all of the original material, including all original material generated by any ghost writers.

Diversity of Ghost Writing

As a ghost writer, I find that my clients are widely diverse. I take on both fiction and nonfiction projects, and have had Indian gurus, Russian school teachers, English racing experts, Jewish Holocaust survivors, American bondage and discipline mavens, and almost every type of person you can imagine as my clients. This of course includes ordinary people with extraordinary gifts for fiction writing, at least in the ideas department. So I’m kept perpetually amused and continuously enlightened by my diverse clients.

Recently, I also helped out on a book by an Iraq, Afghanistan and Viet Nam War veteran, a book on how to land your ideal Prince Charming, a book about polar bears, global warming and how to be true to yourself, a book about how Rwanda is doing in the years after the 1994 genocide, and a book about using ice as a non-invasive therapy for many serious illnesses.

My Legacy as a Ghost Writer

I actually have about 200 some books under my belt and dozens of screenplays as well, all of which I helped out on in some capacity in my role as a ghost writer, editor and marketing provider for books, memoirs and screenplays. So I feel like I’ve left at least some kind of legacy or otherwise made my mark in this world, even though the vast majority of my projects don’t feature my name on them in any regard. And I’ve gotten a really good career out of it to boot, too. Do you think now that you could potentially use a writer’s professional services, or even make a pretty great ghost writer yourself?

[Cultural Introduction: In traditional Hindu culture, cremation involves barefoot (as a mark of respect) friends and family members carrying their dead, on a cot, to the crematorium. The cot is added with support arms, usually bamboo poles which are carried by the mourners on their shoulders. While on the way to the crematorium, they chant: Bolo Hori, Hori Bol. Hori in Bengali language refers to the Almighty and the word Bol is, "to say", "to invoke the name of". So Bolo Hori means, "In the name of God"]

A pair of baleful pale-yellow glassy eyes with dark vertical slits, stared malevolently at me. With ears laid back, tongue sticking out and the face contorted with a horrendous snarl, it was the face of the devil alright, about to launch itself into an attack. The owner of that hideous face, the spotted skull, was resting comfortably on a small, intricately carved, mahogany vanity table, set against the living room wall. The wide open mouth revealed a pair of 2-inch long yellowed canine teeth dangling from the upper jaw, and two rising from the bottom. At eight-odd years of age, the sight presented me with a spectacularly fearful vision of a painful death.

It was early evening when I first met the monster as I was riding my cousin's tricycle while exploring their living quarters. My feet froze on the pedals, as my gaze went up the wall. Just above the evil head, the greenish dirt colored hide was spread out. There were dark chocolate-colored rosettes on the fur, with an inch wide black edge all around. The ominously long tail of the beast was also plastered against the wall. It looked as if the monster was flying in space looking for its prey. And here I was, defenselessly counting out the last minutes of my young existence. This was my first encounter with the face of death and my child brain was simply mortified.

From the intervening open door to the kitchen, I could hear the sounds of pots and pans clanking against each other and the ladle, as dinner preparations were on. Also wafted into my ears was the merry laughter of two sisters, my mother and my aunt, as they attended to the kitchen chores. The aroma of dinner was invading my nostrils, but I was sure I wouldn't be seated at the dinner table to enjoy it. Not with this huge sprawled out monster aiming straight for me. Even at that early age, I had seen pictures of leopards mercilessly killing prey – old and young alike. I didn't need to be told that my chance of survival was next to none.

My bladder was threatening to yield or maybe it had, and that was the moment I heard my name called out from behind. I jerked, but couldn't risk taking my eyes off that monster on the wall, to face the caller, till my brother's hands rested on my shoulders. Ah that uncertain relief that flowed through me! The next moment, a question that presented itself was: were we both in mortal danger now? My elder brother followed my gaze and immediately knew the whole story – I didn't have to speak. He put on a reassuring smile and told me it was just a dead leopard that my uncle's dad had shot. He walked over to the wall and as a dare, inserted his fist in-between those dreaded jaws and asked me to join him. Sheer madness I thought, as I became conscious of the blood resuming its flow in my feet. I was simply pleased to have the opportunity to get out!

My brother started laughing at my plight, but I was beyond care. My first and only concern was to get out of that room as fast as I could. Like a bat out of hell, I did. If my brother hadn't come looking to fetch me for dinner I don't know what would have happened. Most probably I wouldn't have been typing these lines. In that fading light, that awful monster appeared all the more diabolical, and had almost succeeded in stopping my poor little heart. Such was my fright. At that moment, all I could think of was to put as much distance as I possibly could, between me and that creature from hell.

We were visiting my maternal aunt's living quarters on Remount Road, Calcutta, India. Right in front of the Territorial Army station. My uncle used to work for a shipping company and was in signal and communication. His job necessitated that he work the night shift but my aunt, a small diminutive figure, was scared of living alone. There was another bigger reason for her fear. She would complain that all through the late evening, past midnight and right up to early morning hours, people could be seen and heard carrying dead bodies for cremation. The procession of mourners and pall-bearers would jog-trot the very road that runs right in front of the red brick building. We had joined our aunt to provide her relief and company in the absence of her husband.

Early that evening, I had already witnessed at least two parties carrying their dead to the crematorium. The scene was a typical one – a cot tied securely on to two green wobbly bamboo poles, which were then carried by the pall-bearers. The deceased's body was placed on the cot, covered with a white sheet and only the face showing. Often there would be a rope looping the corpse to the cot to hold the former in place. Standard fare was a wreath around the neck, flowers strewn on the body, and the customary sticks of tube rose (Rajanigandha) attached to the four posts. It was the smell of burning incense and sway of the Rajinigandha sticks on the deathbed making its last march, that made the scene particularly eerie for the bystanders. Even as a child, death has been a stark realization for all of us. We are all conscious of its finality and irreversible nature. That is was makes us mortally afraid even to watch such a scene.

At the dinner table, I had completely lost my appetite after my encounter with the devil. But my mother would have nothing of it, and her instruction was plain and simple: eat! That command now made it was obligatory for me to at least nibble at the food on my plate. I was so relieved and glad that we had come to spend only one night at my aunt's. One night is all I had to manage to survive I told myself. Dinner ended with my mother admonishing me for wasting food. But for once, nobody needed to coax me to go to bed. All I wanted was to close my eyes and make the devils go away. Tomorrow we would be leaving for the safety of our home. For tonight, just pull the cover over the head and force sleep to take over. It was then I heard the gong go off at the Territorial Army post, followed again by that dreadful, and at the same time mournful, chant: Bolo Hori … Horibol!

Do you need your family’s exploits, or those of a particular family member, chronicled by a memoir ghost writer? Chances are you do. Every year, thousands of people want to write a memoir about either their own lives or the lives of their loved ones. Most times, a representative of someone who may be dying or has fallen ill chooses to facilitate the creation of a memoir, biography, autobiography or life story, based on the entire or part of the life and times of a beloved family member.

Sometimes someone wants to finally put his or her own life down on paper, having a fascinating story to tell about how they ran a business, discovered something new, or otherwise has an incredible history to relate. Such a person clearly wants to write his or her intriguing memoirs, but in many cases is simply unable to do so. This can be due to not having the needed writing or English language skills, or not having enough time or other resources to put toward this very important task. Lots of people, therefore, would like to hire the services of a professional memoir ghost writer.

When looking for a ghost, the best method is to research your potential writer’s career and how many memoirs he or she has penned. Were the ghost writer’s various memoirs published, and can you view samples from them, are questions you may ask. In some cases, it may not matter much whether the memoirs were commercially published or sold well, due to the memoir ghost writer only working on a project for the sake of the family’s memories, posterity and inheritance, not needing the memoirs to be marketed or saleable. Often, a family merely wants something professional down on paper for its children’s sakes and nothing else.

In order to find a great memoir ghost writer, research your prospective writer’s portfolio and resume, asking for several samples to go by. Try your level best to establish a close rapport with the memoir ghost writer. Make sure you have ample communication lines open, so that you can work closely with your writer to ensure that the project will turn out as beautifully and memorably as you require for your memoir or that of your beloved family member. Finally, be sure to set aside enough of a budget to pay your memoir ghost writer, as this is always a needed concern.

A motorcade traveled north on Torresdale Ave. in Northeast Philadelphia PA, Summer of 1960. I was wearing a short sleeve plaid shirt with button down collar and light slacks. In the typical fashion of Philadelphia for a sixteen-year-old that summer, my shirttail was out. There were huge crowds lining both sides of the busy avenue. A few blocks to the West, neighborhoods bordered the Delaware River and its busy inland port. At that time, a transportation hub and the most industrialized area on earth

Tens of thousands of citizens lined the avenue to see Senator John Kennedy, who had recently announced his candidacy for President of the United States.

The light-colored Cadillac approached slowly, behind a wedge of Philadelphia Motorcycle Police. A business-like voice over a megaphone urged, “Senator Kennedy’s motorcade is arriving, please stay to the side.”

The candidate’s right front profile came clearly into view. I tried to catch his eyes. Confidently at first, but then came the realization that it wasn’t happening, he was going away. I could see the back of his right shoulder as he held it up and waved to the crowd. The convertible passed slowly and his back came into view.

Someone told me a few days’ prior, that Kennedy’s father had been nicknamed ‘Black Jack’ during the prohibition days. “Hey, Black Jack” I shouted. He turned abruptly and looked directly in my eyes. JFK waved as the Kennedy motorcade faded from view. In my teenage mind, I rationalized that it was all right. We would meet sometime in the future. I wondered if the relatively unknown, until recently, Senator would remember me.

Everyone knew Kennedy. It seems as if he was a collective extension of our individual personalities. We admired his dedication to always putting his best foot forward. That is why we loved him so much.

Every year since JFK’s assassination, thoughts of the incident return. On Tuesday, while the rain saturated the hemlock and great western cedar on one of those damp, misty Pacific Northwest afternoons, I spent time alone, meditating in my family room.

In my mind’s eye, I saw the mist swirling outside the sliding glass door. The vapor passed through the glass and took form as the spirit of President John F Kennedy.

“Come,” the spirit said, taking my hand. “We don’t have much time.”

In an instant, we stood on a cliff on the Washington coast overlooking the Pacific.

If our time was limited, we needed to dispense with formalities.

“Mr. President, was Lee Harvey Oswald the lone assassin?” Finally, we would get an answer to the most perplexing question of my lifetime.

“Everyone asks that,” President Kennedy answered. “The last thing I remember about my earthly existence was going downhill in the back seat of a convertible. Just for an instant, I was taken aback in surprise. I could see the left front profile of a person in the drainage culvert at the bottom of the slope about thirty yards in front of us. There was a flash from that location. Something sharp poked me in the Adam’s apple. I gagged and gasped. Jackie called my name. There was blood, gore, brains and the back of my skull on the trunk of the convertible. I was already dead.”

The answer was unexpected and disappointing but I appreciated our time constraints.

“Do Americans today still share your values and vision,” I asked quickly. Kennedy pondered the question as he watched the surf slam against the jetty in the distance below us.

“I’ve, ah, always, loved the sea,” he smiled, gesturing toward the white water and the green pacific beyond, back-dropped by a wet, gray sky. “In my earthly life, I, ah, started sailing as a child,” the President said, with a heavy New England accent. “What about you,” he asked. “Have you gone to sea?”

“Yes sir,” I replied. “I was serving in the US Coast Guard at the time of your assassination.”

“Well, ah, you probably already know about my feelings towards the Coast Guard; I had to move them from the Treasury Department to the Transportation Department,” he said. “I wanted to dissolve the service completely but the people surrounding me advised strongly against it. The new Transportation Department provided a perfect match.”

“With today’s growing port security problems and changing marine weather conditions, we will need the Coast Guard more than ever. I did manage to buy the Honey Fitz, our family yacht, from the Coast Guard.”

“The rest of the military was a different, ah, problem. The Joint Chiefs of Staff showed absolutely no respect for me. They continually made jokes about my naval experience, or to be correct, naval inexperience,” he said with a grin. “Remember, less ranking officers under their command had authority to start a thermonuclear war with the Soviet Union. Can you imagine what that was like for me, with all the hawks involved in politics? Those whom I surrounded myself with helped me wrest control. I made many enemies among our military ranks. To make matters worse, I was getting daily reports of exploding racial tension in the military.”

“My administration got to work on the problem and we were able to make many adjustments and improvements. Understand, ah, the South is still fighting the Civil War. Any changes in that direction will always be hard fought. My administrations, ah, got the ball rolling to, ah, implement the Civil Rights Act. Race issues contribute to so much heartache for Americans. You would think after all this time it would be better today.”

“Mr. President,” I asked, “Do you think Climate Change, and the negative effects on humanity, are America’s most pressing problem?”

“Absolutely! Absolutely! Yes. Just, ah, the weather anomalies alone should cause alarm. During my administration both parties pulled together and paved the way for Public Works Projects like, ah, the construction of more nuclear power plants. Just before I, ah, got whacked, my administration was seriously looking at a land reclamation project that had been, ah, proposed a decade earlier by the Army Corp of Engineers called the North American Water and Power Alliance. “

“Well, I was taken out of the picture just about the time Los Angeles took action to start the project. Keep in mind, we ah, we planned to divert water from Alaska and Canada via the Tintina Trench near the British Columbia-Yukon border to the Rocky Mountain Trench. It is really just one continuous trench. The project would create hundreds of major construction projects and millions of construction jobs for two decades. We could provide water to all of the main agricultural areas in the Southwest, California and Mexico. Rivers like this one in front of us, the Columbia River,” Kennedy said pointing, “and the Frazier River in Canada, would, ah, have improved flood control and constant irrigation water supply. After I was taken out of the picture, the action in Southeast Asia started. America and the Corp of Engineers had other priorities and the idea waned. California, our major agricultural agent is experiencing years of drought. It would not be a problem if NAWAPA had been utilized. Compare it to Washington’s Grand Coulee Dam and the irrigation it provides from the Columbia River where, ah, drought problems are mitigated.”

“Our youth were excited about the direction of the US was taking. We were first in technology, especially communications technology, health care, agriculture, manufacturing, production, transportation, energy and just about every economic sector,” the spirit continued. “We recognized the need for improvements in education, health care and we started to build an improved social safety net. The tax rate for the middle class was much higher then. I think people today want the finer things government can provide but are not willing to pay for it. That is the main difference. Increase Public Works and you will put our younger generation back to work with good jobs in successful businesses and careers. Only the government has the capability to put it together, but you, ah, must be willing to pay for it.”

“I believe the difference between the young men and women of November nineteen sixty-three and today is, ah, today’s workers just have a different value system,” Kennedy asserted.

“Do you think those values are valid,” I asked hesitantly.

“Of course,” Kennedy said, smiling. “Just be open to revision. My father had a saying, ‘Trust everyone, count everything.’ Check the numbers. It is fifth grade math really. Nuclear Power is the only solution to balancing energy needs and climate change.”

A dog barked in the distance. It seemed to get louder and closer. When the animal came into view I saw it was my own little Chiwene, Nene. She was scratching at the sliding door to the yard. I was at home. My ghostly friend had disappeared.

When you mention travel, the first thing that enters your mind are the white sand beaches, majestic mountain views or adventure places like the Amazon jungle or the Sahara desert. But have you ever heard of ghost travel packages, haunted travel, horror travel or spooky haunted house? These tour packages are not for the faint of heart cause most of them are for real. Here are some of the best places to go to satisfy one’s thrill seeking nerves.

• Transylvania, Romania ” Land of the blood sucking vampires.” This is on top of my list because the place and atmosphere alone is enough to send chills down my spine. There you can find the eerie castle of Vlad Tepes, the blood thirsty Romanian prince used as an inspiration by Bram Stoker to fictionalize Count Dracula. Not only that, with the snow capped mountain range coupled with the medieval setting, the howling of wolves and foggy nights, it would be hard to imagine someone walking alone at night. It’s the ultimate ghost travel experience you can find.
• Next on my list is the famous witch trials in Salem, Massachusetts wherein 19 women were sent to the gallows in 1692. It is believed that there are lots of haunted houses there. Haunted travel includes a stroll down the old cemetery and the famous eerie Witch house. Halloween is celebrated with ghost tours and costume balls. It is believed that some of the hanged women are not witches and that’s the reason why they are still there seeking for justice.
• The streets of London. This capital of England is not all glamor and festive. Experience the dark side of horror travel as you take a stroll down White Chapel, scene of the heinous crimes of Jack the Ripper or some of the old haunted churches and chapels and the famous Tower of London wherein many people including royals were mercilessly executed. It is believed that the spirits are still wandering up to this day.
• The Bermuda Triangle also known as the Devil’s Triangle, is a different spooky travel package. The sea is right between Puerto Rico, Bermuda and Miami forming a triangle. Several disappearances were recorded including the vanishing of ships, fighter planes and many more. I wonder if there are tours available in this place unless tour operators are willing to risk the lives of their personnel, equipment and boats.

These are just few of the places preferred by some thrill seeking persons who are not contented with the usual vacation trips. There are actually no shortages of spooky haunted houses, ghost travel, haunted travel or whatever you may call it. The list goes on. There’s no need to go to the places I mentioned. Try spending the night alone in your nearby cemetery and surely you will get some adrenaline rush. And besides, why bother? Who knows you might get your thrill right in your own backyard.