so you have an affinity for ghosts? explore our urban ruins, at most, forget the Queen Mary ain't nothing as scary as a spectral Vincent Price and Frank Lloyd Wright lurking amongst the needles and graffiti in Barnsdall Park
you say you want uniquely terrifying and seedy? try this rotten picnic table nestled deeply in Griffith Park atop which two young Angelenos
made love then died
under the crushing weight of a healthy oak tree felled by some fell spirit coordinates thirty four eight thirteen one eighteen eighteen twenty three if you don't believe me
You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shade when it's shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your window. So that's why I'm scared when you say you love me...