Post what you can't say anywhere else — tied to the places around you. Your words stay hidden. Until enough people agree with you, and the mask falls.
Haunt is for what you can't say on your main.
Your camera roll is curated. Your Instagram is a résumé. Your group chat is already judging you. This is the one place where your thoughts aren't attached to you — until they earn it.
Every comment you leave starts anonymous. A persona name, a faint glyph. But as it gains traction, something starts to stir. At 30 likes, the mask shatters — and everyone sees who you really are.
Your campus, your dorm, your corner of the city. Every haunt is somewhere you already stand.
McGill is loud. Mile End is slower. The Plateau runs late. The color tells you the vibe before you read a word.
Not a vanity metric. That's how many posts are breathing in that haunt this minute. Walk in and they're already talking.
You only hear from haunts you join. No firehose, no strangers from three cities over — just the places you're in.
One tap, you're in. The haunt's posts start streaming the moment you do. No onboarding, no permissions, no wait.
Stand somewhere. Hit plus. Say the thing. Your post lives where you said it — until someone finds it and it grows.
Every post is anchored to where it was written. A coffee shop, a library, a corner of campus. The further you walk, the quieter the voices. Until you arrive somewhere, and the ghosts start to speak.
Haunt launches soft in Montreal this summer. Students at participating campuses get in first. Drop your email and we'll let you know when your campus opens.