Ellicott City’s Hell House

Looking for Hell in all the wrong places: Part I – Satan’s Alma Mater. My search for Ellicott City’s Hell House doesn’t go as planned       By David Chiodaroli Staff Writer Hell. Most people try to avoid it, others think that they’re already there. We even tell others to go there when they cut us off…

Letter From the Editor: Thanksgiving, turkey, and memories

“I don’t stop eating when I’m full. The meal isn’t over when I’m full. It’s over when I hate myself.” -Louis C.K. It’s finally November. This means two things. First of all, the weather has become more tolerable. I don’t have to spend my day hiding in air conditioned basements anymore! Secondly: Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving: that…

Skin deep: Into the world of emblems

A UB graduate’s harrowing dramatization of assault couldn’t come at a better time By David Chiodaroli Staff Writer In the world of Emblems, the powerful and emotionally charged screenplay by the recently graduated Rachel Jackson, victims of sexual and physical assault are branded by a telltale mark on their face. While the mark fades overtime,…

Charm City Fringe Festival returns to Baltimore for its sixth year

By Liz McMahon Staff Writer Looking to expand your theater palate? Maybe branch out from your regularly scheduled weekend Netflix binge? Fringe theater is calling your name. “It’s indie performing arts,” Zachary Michel, co-founder of the Charm City Fringe Fest (CCFF), tells the UB Post. “It’s anything that is off-the-cuff, away from your run-of-the-mill theater.”…

The List: Pizza Boy Diaries

By John Wisor Contributor I have so much rage in my heart for poor tippers. There is nothing worse in my line of work, or of anyone in tipped positions, than those who treat tipping as optional. To be fair, I may not seem all that angry at you when you stiff me, but on…

Demons of Old Town: Inside the Nevermore Haunt

Located in an old department store, the Nevermore is a haunted attraction to die for By David A. Chiodaroli Staff Writer My photographer and I arrived at our destination, a parking lot behind a block of beaten and worn rowhomes. On the outside, there didn’t seem to be anything unusual about our location, no indication…