Wednesday, April 27, 2016

The Penn Hills Resort

For New Year’s celebrations, some prefer partying with throngs of lovely strangers in the city; some with many loved ones in a home furnished for social gatherings. This last year, the gang and I decided to do something a little different. We rang in the New Year in a game-laden hotel room, telling horrible stories of fiction one word and a time, eating family-restaurant chain congealed appetizers two hours before the drop, and, of course, trekking into the Pocono Mountains and visiting the fabled Penn Hills Resort.

Sunday, June 28, 2015

The Vacant House

One evening, late, driving around the extremities of our county and edging into the unyielding farmland and fields encompassing our stretch of suburbia, we discovered another forgotten home, as we are wont to do.

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Something different...

It's been a while for a new post of actual content, but I recently found myself taking part in an overwhelmingly positive and interesting community at /r/dogecoin -- having been interested in Bitcoin at its conception, yet lacking the early-action and technology to properly mine, the Doges have been taking cryptocurrency in an entirely different manner. As of yet, they managed to get the Jamaican Bobsled team back competitively, and sponsored a NASCAR racer, all through charity and tipping their coins.

Naturally, this odd and growing resume of a community grabbed my attention, and found an initiative that bolsters the value and demand of these digital coins. As such, I will be making a file containing my published work (seen in a live environment here) and only asking for tips in dogecoin through the image / address below. If you cannot tip (or don't want to...) then I only ask you enjoy the stories. Otherwise, I would love to hear your opinions, kind Shibes. Their content ranges from the end of the world, to a seemingly "different" statue of a little boy, and everything in between.

To the moon!

Friday, September 26, 2014

The House of the Porcelain Incident

More often than not, we find these locations through binges of thrill-seeking and horror-related researches, whether it be through personal accounts or folklore and fiction, but as is often the case, reality is sometimes more terrifyingly impressive than the fiction that has accumulated with time. Normalcy can trump the macabre with the right elements, in terms of creating discomfort and getting under your skin.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Dodging Cropsey at the New York Farm Colony

Over the years, you become an accidental conglomeration composed of every personal interaction, every story you've told and have been told, and give some tangible connection to the infinite loose threads that every soul, every place, and every idea holds. You take these experiences and keep them, like little gifts, little secrets, that can surprise and resurface years later. This occurrence has not been a stranger in my personal life, with many stories, films, and off-hand conversations suddenly finding themselves boldly relevant in the contemporary.

One of the most recent iterations of this involves a piece of local lore, a portion of land in New York, and a documentary bearing an ending that inspired a sense of awe, curiosity, and existential discomfort, even long after the credits rolled. This film is Cropsey, and we found the since maintained, decaying grounds and hospital buildings in which the namesake of the documentary was said to (and perhaps, did) stalk, dwell, and hide his victims.

Friday, April 18, 2014

Six Mile Run

Per the norm in the group dynamic, and seeking a break in the slowly dying months of winter, we were desperate to get out, simply put. The months not inundated by inches and feet of snow or other bouts of nonsensical precipitation and natural detritus native to New Jersey were typically prime for sating our wanderlust. My friends had plans to get out and, having not known that I was not scheduled to work, quickly invited me for the ride to a location, once again, hidden right before us.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Four more years

Although the actual "anniversary" of the first upload was on the twenty-first, I am now taking a bit of time to commemorate the date. Our project (and as of yet, most prominent piece of digital media which is live) EverymanHYBRID is four years old.

And the journey continues...