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

Are you ready to tap into the transformative energy of the new moon? Our brand-new New Moon Magic Spells and Rituals Guide is here to help you manifest your dreams and embrace fresh beginnings! An instant download PDF can be yours, a ParaHouse exclusive guide with the following: This concise, six-page resource is packed with everything a good witch like you needs to connect with the new moon’s introspective and powerful energy, whether you’re a curious beginner or a seasoned

Story by Melisa S. Kennedy - On Ghost Hill, where the full moon hung like an old lantern, Victoria Rider’s historic mansion loomed with its gothic sprawl of turrets and gargoyles, and its large windows glowing like jack-o’-lanterns. The eccentric billionaire witch, with her long black and silver hair, and dress woven with raven feathers, stood beside her third husband, David, a handsome man with a smile sharper than a cursed blade. It was Halloween, and thirteen strangers ha

In the shadowed alcoves of New Orleans' nocturnal eternity, where moonlight bleeds into ink-black velvet, ParaHouse Magazine unfurls its latest enchantment—a collaboration with the enigmatic artist Izakeh that pulses with the forbidden allure of the undead. This isn't mere video; it's a siren call from the crypt, a haunting vampire vignette that drapes the ParaHouse ethos in silken shrouds and razor-edged desire. Woven into this nocturnal tapestry is Melisa Kennedy's book,

When I think about the seduction of vampires I always conjure up the most handsome version of a man my mind can think of.  I’m sure I am not the only one.

UFO Case File #FL-072355 Date of Incident: July 23, 1955 Location: Okefenokee Swamp, Florida Eyewitness: Robert "Bob" T. Gator Investigator: Agent J. Roswell, Department of Unexplained Aerial Shenanigans Classification: Close Encounter of the Retro Kind This is a fictional UFO sighting story as part of our UFO Case Files Fandom Site - for entertainment purposes only. Incident Summary: On a muggy summer evening, Bob T. Gator, a 42-year-old alligator wrestler and part-ti

Our UFO Fandom Site is now live! Attention starry-eyed UFO thrill-seekers, welcome to our UFO Fandom , where ParaHouse Magazine  spins spine-chilling UFO tales for pure entertainment!  Plunge into fictional reports like our first one here called the " Haverhill Sighting " and more new entertaining files each month. Crafted in our cobwebbed attic with our cursed telescope, these fun UFO files blend some fact with flying saucer charm, perfect for UFO fans. From glowing orbs to

Date of Sighting: June 6, 2022, 23:47 EDT Location : Haverhill, New Hampshire, USA (44.0342°N, 72.0637°W) Witness : Anonymous, 34, mechanic (initials J.R.) Report Submitted : June 7, 2022, 09:15 EDT UFO Files, ParaHouse Divison Case #UAP-02 Classification : Unknown Aerial Phenomenon (UAP) Case: 001 This is a fictional UFO Case File, for entertainment purposes only. If you want real UFO reports, subscribe to our bimonthly ParaHouse Magazine . Witness Statement: Witness

UFO Case File #WV-091258 Date of Incident: September 12, 1958 Location: Monongahela National Forest, near Weston, West Virginia Eyewitness: William "Billy" J. Coon Investigator: Agent M. Starchaser, Department of Unexplained Aerial Shenanigans Classification: Close Encounter of the Appalachian Kind Incident Summary: On a crisp fall evening, Billy J. Coon, a 29-year-old raccoon trapper and amateur banjo picker, reported a "whopper of a flyin’ contraption" buzzing over t

In the fog-shrouded hills of Wraithmoor, where the moon hung like a cracked lantern, loomed Blackthorn Manor, its spires clawing at the sky, its windows pulsing with sickly amber light. Here dwelt Sir Magicroft, an enigmatic figure whose presence chilled the air. His face, sharp and ageless, held eyes—silvery and storm-clouded—that seemed to peer through the veil of life itself. Clad in threadbare velvet, he moved as if waltzing with unseen specters, his aura eerie enough to

In a revelation that's sending shockwaves through Washington and beyond, U.S. Secretary of State Marco Rubio has gone on record confirming what many in the UFO community have suspected for decades: unidentified objects have been repeatedly buzzing over America's most sensitive nuclear facilities. In the trailer for the upcoming documentary The Age of Disclosure , Rubio drops this line like a mic at a press conference: "We've had repeated instances of something operating in th

On this 13th day of October, the Halloween season gleams as our new ParaHouse Magazine logo is revealed! It fully embraces the eerie elegance of our brand by  adding touches of dark opulence like a bat, axe, and crowned skull. Our brand-new logo, a hauntingly beautiful design inspired by the timeless elegance of the Victorian era. This isn’t just a logo—it’s a story, a mood, and a nod to the intricate charm of a bygone age, reimagined for our ghastly world. A Glimpse into t

As the leaves turn crisp and the air carries a whisper of mischief, there's no better place to chase away the autumn chill than Disney...

Want to know the dark story of ParaHouse Magazine?   Well, books can get the axe on Amazon and podcast producers can vanish into thin air, which is why I am SO excited for what's ahead for ParaHouse Magazine because I control it totally! So long as I don't have an entanglement with the paranormal, I can keep it going forever... and honestly, even if that happens, I'll probably just tell the spirits to take it over. Being a 80's kid, I had my fair share of sci fi and macabre