This is an awesome and extensive post talking about haunted and creepy liminal spaces in the USA. A liminal space is a location which is a transition between two other locations, or states of being. Typically these are abandoned or empty. This makes the space feel frozen and slightly unsettling, but also familiar to our minds. Here is another good list of examples. America is huge so there are liminal space and environment all over the USA. It’s the land of entrapment:
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I grew up in a primarily Mexican American city in California. Lots of stories and tales of supernatural and unexplainable experiences travel over here. You can’t go your whole life here without hearing about at least one of them. Your friends tell you about how their tio had an encounter la llorna. Or how their abuela once almost had a run in with el chupacabra. California has their own stories too. Hikers tell stories of Bigfoot sightings, or skin walkers. You’re told of the woman who threw herself off the Hollywood sign, in an act to end her life. Almost everyone has had an unexplainable experience. Maybe someone calling your name, just for there to be no one. Maybe the lights all started to flicker. Maybe your dog, who always barks at visitors, is quietly staring at the door, not making a sound. You lie in bed and hear a firework. A firework? It has to be. But then you hear more “fireworks”. You go on the neighborhood app and ask, but no one responds. You wipe the memory for your mind. A helicopter flies over head. You pay no attention. A police car drives by with its sirens on. Are they related? Did something happen? You try to forget. You go to a lake a local you’ve befriended tells you about a child who drowned in the lake you and your family where swimming in. You here about the people who die in our popular amusement parks. You check the news (bad idea in general) and you see a story about a murder or accident. You turn off the news. No matter how safe your neighborhood is, every night, you shut all your windows and draw the blinds. You fear for your sibling who never closes the blinds on their windows. The seasons here are brutal. In the winter, the unlucky few have dried and bleeding knuckles (I unfortunately am one of them). In the summer, your nose runs and your eyes dry out. The summer when it goes over 100°, you feel like your already in hell. The fall is one short break you get. There’s about 2 weeks of ok weather. Then winter starts. If you’d lucky, it’ll hail. All your classmates will say how it snowed yesterday. That’s what snow is for us. If your driving, try to stay out of LA. You can be stuck in traffic for hours going nowhere. What’s the city gone going to do about it? Nothing. You decide to do something touristy even though you live here. Prices are jacked up all the way to the pearly gates. You watch old videos of your grandpa, driving on a small motorbike through miles of orchards. Those orchards aren’t there anymore. It’s just roads. You find old picture of your mom, climbing trees as a child. Those trees aren’t safe to climb anymore. You travel everywhere outside of California, you see a lot of places. It’s great! But you always come home to the hot, expensive, concrete plains of California.