I know Halloween is over and judging by my quick trip to the thrift store, Thanksgiving is just a bump in the road to Christmas, but a childhood memory is stuck in my brain. I want to share it with you. When I was about twelve years old, I was Trick or Treating with my best friend, Mary D. The only times I got in trouble were when I was with Mary D. We didn’t get into trouble this Halloween night, but what we did could never be done today. We were walking along Magee Ave., and not many other Read More
Tag: Halloween
Four Ghostly Spirits Who Inspired Me
Have you ever had a ghostly encounter? Tell me about it and be eligible to win a Kindle edition of one of the books in The Finger Lakes Mysteries. Who doesn’t love a ghost story on a dark October night when Halloween is near? The chills up your spine at every creaky noise? The blanket up around your face as you turn the page to the next scary scene? And what if some of those stories are true? How ghosts inspired my books The Finger Lakes Mysteries ghost mysteries were inspired by both true stories and legends. Helen Cavanaugh, the Read More
Two Perfect Ghost Stories for a Dark, October Evening
Jesse Graham is a ghost-empath. What does that mean? While some psychics and those who are highly perceptive can “see dead people,” others may sense a spirit who has passed over through smell, touch, or sound. Jesse, my protagonist in both The Cavanaugh House and Buried Secrets, senses the presence of a spirit through shared emotion. In The Cavanaugh House, Jesse first hears a sound that indicates Helen Cavanaugh’s presence in the house. The “scritch, scritch, scritch” sound is not readily definable. Initially, I used “scratch, scratch, scratch,” but “scratch” connotes something different for each reader. I wanted a sound Read More
Ghostly Encounters of the Real Kind
Ghosts. Ghouls. Terror. Shivers. Halloween is terrifyingly fun. But what about real encounters with ghosts? Yes, I mean real ghosts. Dad My sister Judy actually saw my father shortly after he passed. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs in the entrance hall of our house. While alive, when retiring, Dad had always perched on the edge of his bed, removed one shoe, dropped it on the floor, removed the other, and dropped it on the floor. Several times my mother and nieces heard the signature “dropping of his shoes” after he passed. As they sat in Read More