The Slightly Odd Society is now open: A New Community for Strange History, Folklore, Cryptids, and plenty of Ghosts

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Strange history buffs, ghost hunters, and cryptid fans, this is your new home base. I’ve been turning Slightly Odd America into something more alive, more interactive, and odder.

First move: We outgrew Central Massachusetts. Now we’re nationwide.


Second move: The Slightly Odd Society. It’s official, and you’re invited.


Here’s what you get inside, starting today:


Exclusive Lore Drops - Deep-dive stories you won’t find on the free feed. Think cursed objects, lost highway legends, and cryptids with receipts.


The Slightly Odd Council - Members-only chat where we swap “you’re not gonna believe what I saw in the woods” stories and debate which cryptid has the worst attitude.


You Shape What’s Next - Every poll you vote in decides our next case file, merch drop, or future live event.


This is where the weird gets real. There are no algorithms and no lurkers. It’s just us, the shadows, and the stories.


Join the Society here!


Patreon: patreon.com/c/slightlyoddfitchburg | For live polls + behind-the-scenes posts


Substack: substack.com/@slightlyoddamerica | For exclusive lore + community chat


Already inside? Drop a comment below: What should the Society investigate first: events, challenges, or a new video topic?


Welcome to the Society! Grab your lantern, mind the shadows, and let’s get wonderfully strange together!
Location: United States

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