Jennifer Jones is a historian and author passionate about uncovering the hidden lives behind haunted histories. With a talent for blending meticulous research with captivating storytelling, she brings the spirits of the past to life in her work, offering readers ghostly tales grounded in real people and events.
As a weird kid growing up in the ’80s, Unsolved Mysteries gave me completely unrealistic expectations about the frequency of amnesia and spontaneous human combustion. Every book on strange and…
On March 7, 1905, a group of little more than 60 people gathered in the Granger Meeting House for the weekly meeting of the Mutual Improvement Association. No one in…
A Circus Act Turned Deadly Sounds like everyone’s worst nightmare, right? For a 13-year-old boy living in San Francisco in 1854, it was reality. On the evening of January 10,…
The Haunting of Whiskey Pete’s There’s a legend about Whiskey Pete’s Hotel & Casino in Primm, Nevada. People say old Whiskey Pete still haunts the place. Guests and employees report…
Gurdon, Arkansas, is a small town with a big legend—one involving a derailed train, a gruesome murder, and a mysterious light along the tracks. Nestled in the piney woods of…
On quiet nights along the shore of Stony Creek, a voice rises from the darkness. The wind carries a question, soft but insistent. Where is my head? Who’s got my…
Strange Lights Along Eagle Rock Road By the autumn of 1896, many travelers whispered about a glowing figure near Eagle Rock Road in West Orange. Some saw a flickering light…
Alone in the Crypt While photographing the mausoleums in Mount Olivet Cemetery, I stopped at the Clement mausoleum. Something felt off. There was space for six, yet only one name…
On any summer day, Cheesman Park buzzes with joggers, picnickers, and dogs chasing frisbees. Sunlight filters through the trees, casting long shadows over the grass. It seems like any other…
Tucked away inside a neighborhood in Avondale, Arizona, Goodyear Farms Cemetery holds the graves of countless workers who helped build this community. The small wooden crosses that once marked them…