Los Angeles is a city comprised of mansions, Rodeo Drive and the tears of failed actresses, or so people think. I’ve always been fascinated with L.A. because of its dark side. It’s a city with hundreds of ghost stories and urban legends. Full of creepy history, L.A. is Mecca for weirdos, lunatics and lost souls. The city seems to be built for ghostly happenings. The Santa Anas winds sweep through every fall, raising crime rates and the canyons are known for their ability to distort sound. It is said that you can hear a door slamming from ten miles away but you can’t hear the screams of your neighbor being murdered next door. How’s that for creepy?
The spookiest of Los Angeles, according to me:
The L.A. Coroner’s Office has a gift shop.
Hollywood Forever Cemetery is the resting place of Rudolph Valentino and hosts Dia de los Muertos celebrations and movie nights, where the film is projected on a cemetery wall.
The legend of Peg Entwistle, who jumped off the Hollywood at age 24. Peg was depressed due to her failed acting career,so she climbed up to the Hollywood sign in her Sunday best and jumped to her death. The next morning, a letter from a famous director arrived in the mail, offering her an important role in his movie. She is said to be the Lady in White who haunts the trails leading up to the sign.
Sharon Tate’s murder is beyond horrifying.
The many ghost and ghouls of Griffith Park.
And this quote by writer Raymond Chandler:
There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands’ necks. Anything can happen.
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