In the DC/Maryland area I knew about the bunnyman bridge and had a few experiences w/ nut ass military ghosts...playing with the power, moving things, etc.
fukking with the general mood. Making soda cans hop out of the top of a large industrial trashcan after being thrown to the bottom...things like that.
With texas...I felt and saw weird old shyt like native ghosts and I think people out in San Antonio were murdering kids, shyt just had a fukked up feel and this middle school I lived by was "infected". I hated crossing past it to go home at night, I swear something was full of WANT.
New England, old ass architecture and strange talking in old ass accents. It felt like the whole connecticut didn't want me there, whether it was cacs in the day or the night itself. Mind you, I did smoke some pcp in a hood triple decker situated across from a graveyard, but stillllllll



