Mrs. Raines

Rattles, Whispers, and Nacho Crumbs: A Kitchen Apparition

⚰️ In a quiet corner of a Connecticut home, a cabinet clicks open on its own. No drafts. No pets. No logical reason. Just a persistent presence that seems… snack-curious. We didn’t summon anything, but whatever’s haunting this cabinet has a flair for the dramatic—and a thing for potato chips. Coming soon… Hunting the Haunted, a skeptic’s travelogue […]

The Crinkle in the Night

It always starts the same way: a whispering rustle… the ancient language of foil. The time is 2:36 a.m. The house sleeps. Except me. Drawn by a hunger that’s less craving and more curse, I drift barefoot through shadowed halls, led by the siren song of snacks. The pantry door creaks—not by hand, but by pact. I […]

⚰️Union Cemetery’s White Lady Walks

CASE FILE: THE WHITE LADYKnown for drifting through mirrors, spoiling garlic, and judging your snaccidents. Field notes from Hunting the Haunted report: -She appears only to the sensitive. And apparently the snack-hungry. -She drifts through mirrors. -Haunts late-night snackers. -May or may not be the reason you’re out of garlic. But who is she, really? Her name is coming. […]