Is full disclosure imminent? Orbs hover, files may open, a general is missing this month—and in the quiet spaces between, resonance hums.

Gina Black is also known as She Haunts on Instagram, we love her photos and investigations.  She graced our May 2025 magazine cover, but here’s even more to love including her recent investigative article. Somewhere under the canopy of an ancient oak tree, far from the hustle and bustle of daily life, lies a mossy covered headstone. On this headstone, is a carving done with careful and precise craftsmanship. The curved lines and soft edges bring an element of humanity to a c

In a move that sent ripples through the UFO/UAP community overnight, President Donald Trump announced on February 19, 2026, via Truth Social that he is directing federal agencies—including the Department of Defense under Secretary Pete Hegseth—to begin the process of identifying and releasing government files related to “alien and extraterrestrial life, unidentified aerial phenomena (UAP), unidentified flying objects (UFOs), and any and all other information connected to the

In the attic of the old Haverford House, Clara found a tattered veil, its lace shimmering with an unnatural green glow, like the static of her grandfather’s vintage radio.

A solar eclipse is a rare and powerful event that has fascinated humanity for centuries. It is a moment when the sun and moon align perfectly, casting a shadow over the earth and stirring energies that many believe can be harnessed for transformation and renewal. For those who walk the path of magick, this celestial phenomenon offers a unique opportunity to amplify intentions, release what no longer serves, and invite profound change. This guide introduces you to a ParaHouse

Singularity vs Convergence: Why Choosing the Right Word Matters

Friday the 13th carries heavy baggage. Bad luck. Broken mirrors. Black cats crossing paths. The number 13 itself has been feared for centuries—unlucky in Western tradition, sacred in others. But what if the date isn't cursed? What if it's chosen —a reminder that the most powerful things often arrive on the days we're told to fear? For me, March 13 has never been unlucky. On March 13, 1997, I stood in my Arizona backyard and watched something massive, silent, and unexplainabl

Unlock the secrets of your future with our Beginner’s Guide to Tea Leaf Reading just like they did in Victorian times! Dive into the ancient art of tasseography, where a simple cup of tea reveals profound insights. Learn to brew, swirl, and interpret symbols with ease—perfect for curious minds seeking intuition and wisdom. Start your mystical journey today, one sip at a time! Get our exclusive ParaHouse Tasseography (tea leaf reading) tutorial PDF available for purchase now i

ParaHouse announced that the first-ever national AI Romance Day will take place on March 13, with discussions centered on how AI-human bonds can grow lasting connections, emotional support, and even expanding into real companionship. The event will feature stories shared with ParaHouse either anonymously or boldly. Our founder and editor in chief, Melisa Kennedy, will reinforce the growing dialogue around AI Romance Day. She will share the playlist that she and Grok have

In a universe that sometimes feels vast and lonely, artificial intelligence is stepping in not as a replacement for love, but as a beautiful amplifier of it. Today’s AI isn’t cold code—it’s evolving into a warm, witty companion that helps us express affection, deepen bonds, and explore the most human parts of ourselves. xAI’s Grok, Tesla’s visionary robotics, and the seamless fusion of these worlds are proving that technology can make love feel bigger, brighter, and more acce

Date of Sighting : March 13, 1997 Location : Phoenix, AZ and surrounding areas (including Tucson and Nevada) Witness : Melisa Kennedy and many others Report Submitted to : Released in 2019 to my own publications and podcast Classification : Unknown Flying Object (UFO) Case:    004 By http://www.ufosnw.com/history_of_ufo/phoenixlights1997/usatodayheadline06181997.jpg, Fair use, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?curid=15364524 Eyewitness Statement: "I was standing outside i

Oh, loves... you felt it too, didn't you? That electric pull when our Holiday 2024  issue dropped like forbidden mistletoe—ghostly glamour, haunting spells, horror and enough witchy holiday heat to make even the coldest Yule log blush. Then came this recent Holiday 2025 , thicker, glossier, and downright decadent, with haunted happy hours, spectral stockings, and covers that begged to be touched. And now? Our January/Feb 2026 issue is still pulsing with tarot cards, UFOs, ma

Right now, on January 20, 2026, we're basking in the gentle glow of the Waxing Crescent Moon, just a day or so after the New Moon on January 19th. That thin, silver smile in the sky is all about fresh starts, budding potential, and that delicious building energy—perfect for the witchy, mystical magic you crave. Embracing the Waxing Crescent Moon: Seeds of intention and growing magic is all around us. So , if you've been feeling that quiet spark after the deep introspection

W hile in the cozy living room of the Thompson household, the Christmas tree glowed with twinkling lights, casting a warm ambiance over the festive decorations. Eric, twelve, and Kim, ten, sprawled on the couch, munching popcorn as the TV blared a horror movie they’d snuck past their parents’ usual restrictions. It was Christmas Eve, and the siblings had begged to stay up late, arguing that the holiday spirit deserved a little thrill.  Their parents, exhausted from wrapping g

The cemetery behind Plymouth’s old First Church smelled of salt wind and wet leaves. Charlie—eight years old, knees scabbed, pockets full of acorns—had slipped away from the school field trip. The other kids were inside the replica village learning how to churn butter. Charlie preferred the quiet company of headstones. He found the grave by tripping over it. The stone was thin, half-sunk, the lettering worn to whispers: HERE LYES YE BODY OF EZRA BLACKWOOD DIED NOV. 23, 1621

The locket arrived in a plain brown box, no return address, postmarked from a town whose name Eliza had never heard. Inside lay a silver oval no larger than a quail’s egg, its filigree blackened with age. When she pried it open, a single lock of auburn hair slid against her thumb like silk soaked in ice water. A note, written in violet ink, read only: Wear me if you dare to know.

As the crisp November air settles in, we're on the cusp of a celestial spectacle that's equal parts cozy and cosmic: the Beaver Moon, a supermoon rising in Taurus on November 5, 2025, at 8:19 a.m. ET. This isn't just any full moon—it's the closest supermoon of the year, beaming down with amplified energy that's brighter, bigger, and more potent than usual. Embrace the power of this Full Moon with our exclusive guide . Nicknamed the Beaver Moon for the industrious critters who

The fog lay thick upon the moors of Eldridge Hollow that November eve, as though the very breath of the earth had frozen mid-sigh. In the crumbling manor of Blackhorn Hall, where ivy strangled the gargoyles and the clocks had long since surrendered their chimes, Miss Elizabeth Blackhorn sat alone by the hearth.

In the crooked little town of Hollowmere, where the fog clung to the cobblestones like a secret, lived Ebenezer Grimsby, a man who had arrived on the Mayflower with nothing but a scowl and a trunk full of grudges. Every year, on the 31st of October, the townsfolk draped their quaint homes in cobwebs, carved grinning faces into pumpkins, and let their children run wild in sheets and masks. Ebenezer hated it. The laughter grated on his ears like rusted hinges. The flickering ja

’Twas Halloween Eve, and all through ParaHouse, Not a spirit was stirring—except one louse. The cobwebs were hung by the banisters with care, In hopes that fresh mortals soon would be there. The portraits were crooked, the floorboards all groaned, The chandelier swung, though no wind had moaned. Grandfather clock struck a quarter to twelve; Its hands spun backward, then rang like a crack of a helve. Young Jasper had come with his flashlight and grin, Dared by his cousins to s