Explore the Mysteries with Chris Allen

Dive into the Unknown

The Paranormal

Step into the unknown with Chris Allen as he delves deep into the mysteries of the paranormal world. Here you’ll find compelling research, chilling encounters, and explorations into haunted histories.

Thoughts and Musings

Wander through the reflective side of Chris Allen’s mind, where thoughts and musings take shape. Here you’ll find personal insights, curious observations, and reflections on life’s quieter moments.

Fiction and Short Stories

Vacancy by Chris Allen

When Jesse Morgan checks into the Sunset Palms Motel, he’s only looking for a few hours of sleep.
But something in Room 6 has been waiting — breathing — beneath the mattress for years.
And once you close your eyes, it’s already too late.

Haunted Savannah Coloring Book

Step into the eerie charm of America’s most haunted city.
The Haunted Savannah Coloring Book by Chris Allen invites you to explore Savannah’s ghostly streets, forgotten graveyards, and shadowed squares — one chilling page at a time. With detailed illustrations inspired by real haunted locations, this book brings Savannah’s supernatural beauty to life in every line.
Perfect for lovers of ghost stories, history, and the darkly beautiful, it’s a haunting experience you can color your way through… if you dare.

Chris Allen

Chris Allen is a renowned ghost hunter, paranormal researcher, and author based in Savannah, Georgia, celebrated for blending storytelling with scientific rigor. His lifelong fascination with the supernatural began in childhood and evolved into a dedicated career marked by meticulous research, cutting-edge investigative techniques, and compelling storytelling. Allen is the founder and owner of Haunted Savannah Tours and Destination Ghost Tours, acclaimed for presenting authentic paranormal evidence alongside Savannah’s rich historical narratives.

He is currently publishing ongoing articles and stories on his website. He is the author of the Haunted Savannah Coloring Book available now on Amazon. Additionally, he is working on an upcoming book chronicling Savannah’s famous ghosts, further cementing his position as an authority on the paranormal.

Allen’s investigative approach uniquely combines historical research, collaboration with fellow paranormal researchers, and the use of advanced ghost-hunting technology, including full-spectrum cameras, EMF meters, and digital EVP recordings. His work has significantly influenced ghost tourism and paranormal research in Savannah and beyond, earning him recognition as both a mentor and innovator within the ghost-hunting community.

Explore Chris Allen's Featured Works

Vacancy | A short horror story | Chapter Six

Chapter 6Daniels rubs at his eyes, his knuckles dry and stained with tobacco. His mind is slow and woolly, drifting through thoughts like soup. The furniture looks old and ratty in the flickering light, just shapes collapsing into other shapes, like everything else in...

Vacancy | A short horror story | Chapter Five

Chapter 5Jesse isn’t standing, isn’t fighting. He’s slumping, slipping, disappearing into a tar-pit of wet, stinking blackness. He kicks, breathes, screams — but everything is soaked, slowed, swallowed. He can feel the mattress pulling him down, pulling him under. No...

Vacancy | A short horror story | Chapter Four

Chapter FourHe throws his shoulder into the door, breath in ragged bursts, feet skidding against sticky motel carpet. The handle refuses to turn; the deadbolt, once stiff, is soft and spongy now, like the door itself is rotting in his hands. He can hear the goddamn...

Vacancy | A short horror story | Chapter Three

Chapter ThreeHis fingers scrabble against the light switch. Nothing. Darkness oozes into his mouth, up his nose. The neon sign bleeds one last breath of red through the grimy blinds, then flickers, dies. No light, no mercy. Just the night expanding into a long, silent...

Vacancy | A short horror story | Chapter Two

Chapter 2The mattress is an open mouth, and Jesse is almost devoured. He sprawls across the sagging center, asleep, but it’s a half-breathing, suffocating sleep, with nightmares curling around his throat like tongues. Sweat slicks his hair to his forehead, soaks...

Vacancy | A short horror story | Chapter One

Chapter 1The night is a velvet black hole, a vacuum swallowing headlights and spilling them useless into the desert. Jesse grips the wheel like it’s the only thing keeping him alive, which maybe it is. A shift in the seat that doesn’t help the pain in his back, a...

The Man Who Walks With Ghosts

The Boy in the BedroomI don’t remember the move-in day. I couldn’t tell you what color the walls were, what furniture was there, or what anyone was saying. I was only three years old. But I remember the boy who wasn’t there. We had just moved into a brand-new house on...

Whispers in the Night: Death Omens in Old Southern Culture

They say the wind knows when death is coming.

In the still hush before a Southern storm, when the cicadas fall quiet and the porch swing creaks without wind, the old folks whisper warnings. An owl at the window. Three knocks at midnight. A black dog no one owns. These aren’t just superstitions—they’re signposts on the road to something final. Passed down through generations like family heirlooms, these omens shaped how rural communities faced grief, mystery, and the beyond. In a land where death often came sudden and unannounced, the signs were never taken lightly.

This article dives deep into those signs—not to prove or disprove, but to understand why they linger.

Mirrors to the Other Side: A Journey Through Psychomanteums

A single chair. A darkened room. A mirror that reflects not your face, but something deeper—something just beyond the veil. For centuries, seekers have entered these quiet chambers to speak with the dead, to face their grief, or to glimpse a truth hidden in shadow. From the torch-lit halls of ancient Greece to the glow of modern therapy rooms, the psychomanteum has served as a mysterious threshold between memory and the unknown. In this article, we explore its history, its rituals, and the strange, comforting power of gazing into darkness—waiting for it to gaze back.

The Shadow Collectors

London, 1921 – The gaslight flickered as a small group of men and women huddled in the back room of an antiquarian’s shop. An auction was underway, but no ordinary heirloom was on the block. On a velvet-draped table sat a sealed porcelain urn, its surface etched with...

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