Screaming House

  • 25 Years of My Life

    25 Years of My Life

    I want to tell you about this because it’s important to me. Architecture of Shadows came out of the last twenty-five years of my life. Not in an academic way, but in a lived one. Walking into places people don’t like to talk about. Sitting with people while they shared experiences they had carried quietly…

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  • Stepping Through the Door

    Stepping Through the Door

    My paranormal voice has been quiet for ten years. Not because I disappeared, but because I was learning. Watching. Letting the noise fall away so I could see the larger pattern. That silence ends now. Zombie Road is where the work began. Architecture of Shadows is where the work evolves. I am not returning as…

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  • When a Life Becomes a Legend

    It is a strange moment when you begin to realize your life story has slipped out of your hands and into legend.

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  • I’m Wondering

    How many places do we touch in an average day that once held meaning for the living? How many rooms have we slept in where someone took their last breath? You might think that sounds strange, but is it really? How many hotel beds, how many houses, how many quiet corners have absorbed a final…

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  • This photo shows Keith Gregory in makeup for A Haunting: Fear House. It’s from the one scene that people always seem to remember. The truth is, I had a very hard time with how that scene was presented. On screen it came across almost like a moment from IT, a full-on horror clown. But that…

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  • Horror as a Mirror

    Horror has always been more than entertainment. At its core, it is a mirror that reflects the fears buried in our collective heart. Every great horror story grows from something real inside us, a shadow of the anxieties we live with. That is why these stories never die. They adapt, change, and take on new…

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  • Seventeen years ago my book The Uninvited was released into the world. At the time, my son Elliot looked at me and asked a question that has stayed with me ever since: “Who would want to read about our lives?” It was honest, simple, and impossible for me to answer back then. What I did…

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