Loretta Lynn is a household name when it comes to country music, but most fans don't know about the extensive paranormal activity that has been a part of her life since she was a child.

. . . I started to wonder if anything haunted had ever been sold on Ebay . . . for real. Of course there was . . . seems you can find just about anything you desire at that cyber shop.

As a writer and adventurer, I seek out the mysterious, and often I find myself in remote areas. One of the best remote areas that I can imagine visiting is one in Dublin where the haunted Marsh Library is located.

In the town of Hermitage, Tennessee on Rachel’s Lane, rests the old home of Andrew Jackson and his wife. The Hermitage plantation house was where Jackson was residing at the time of his death in 1845. Many visitors to the historic house, a museum since 1889, are certain Jackson is still there!

One of the earliest documented cases of domestic violence took place in Greenbrier County, West Virginia in 1897 when Elva Zona Heaster was murdered by her husband. This case is unusual because the victim found a way to ensure that her husband paid the price for his crime.

Sightings of the creature called Goatman began in 1957 in Prince George’s County, Maryland, but the sightings have spread over the years to include most North American states, and also into Canada.

A young secretary working at the University of Nebraska Wesleyan had an experience on a sunny morning in early October of 1963 that changed her life forever. The event frightened Mrs. Coleen Buterbaugh enough that she left her job, and moved to Colorado.

I learned of the oldest paranormal research and investigation club in the world, The Ghost Club, through my research William Butler Yeats, who joined the organization in 1911. Other well-known members have included Charles Dickens, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and Peter Cushing.

A businessman traveling through the little town of Loveland, Ohio on a morning in May of 1955, witnessed three humanoid/reptilian creatures by the road. He pulled over and watched, until one of the odd beasts started waving something around in the air that looked like a Fourth-of-July sparkler.

While working at the Mark Twain Cave in Hannibal, Missouri, years ago, I found the story of Dr. Joseph McDowell of St. Louis to be quite fascinating. His daughter died as a young girl, and he had her body pickled and stored in a cask in the cave.