All houses wherein men have lived and died
Are haunted houses. Through the open doors
The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,
With feet that make no sound upon the floors.
– – Haunted Houses by HW Longfellow
Imagine this: you’re locked in a room with your cousins, catching up after ages. Suddenly, one of them starts narrating eerie incidents or the plot of a spine-chilling horror film they recently watched. The room’s energy shifts – curiosity builds, adrenaline kicks in. You’re scared but glued to every word. By the end of the night, you’re too spooked to walk back to your room, yet you’d do it all over again for the thrill. Paranormal tourism taps into this same human craving for fear,…
