Sunday, January 11, 2009

Ghost Stories

I am super excited about the relaunch of Cozy Chicks, and I know in the past year I have been in and out, but it's a new year and I am here to stay. For my part of the contest giveaway, I am giving a set of the 5 wine lover's mysteries (Corked by cabernet is out Feb 3rd), a signed copy of my new children's fantasy (Zamora's Ultimate Challange), and gift cards to B&N & Starbucks. Please comment and I'll post the winner on January 17th. Good luck!

So ghosts seem to like me, or at least follow me. I know how whacked that sounds, and my teenage sons would tell you that I am completely whacked, which I won't totally deny, but I swear to you that the ghost story I am going to to tell here are completely true.

It all started when I was five-years-old and my family moved into a brand new house. Within months of living in the house that I spent thirteen years in strange things began happening. The light in the hall would turn on and off at all hours (inexblicably), as well as radios. My parents had an electrician out and there was no problem with the electrical in the house. This continued through the years. Things would dissapear in this house. For instance, my dad used to take off his boots and leave them at the side of his chair everyday. One morning, the boots were not there. My dad looked everywhere for them and they were nowhere. A week later, his boots were at the front door. No Joke! It was then that my dad (who was never a beleiver in ghosts) decided to start doing some research. He discovered that ghosts many times like to occupy places where young girls live. He also found out that the house they'd bought had been built on Indian tribal grounds. Seriously! It was like Poltergeist movie! Now, remember that I was only a little girl, so of course my parents never told me any of this until I got much older.

Well, the lights on and off continued, things continued to dissapear and then show up randomly in random places, and also the linen cupboards would slam in the middle of the night. But the night I cannot forget is the night when I actually saw the ghost. I was about eight or nine, and I woke up in the middle of the night. I remember sititng up and contemplating going into my parents' room. My room was across the hall from their. and then as I looked into the hall, I saw her. A bright light surrounded her. She was about my age at the time. I still remember it like it was yesterday. She was ghostly white (transluscent almost), she had long braids, and wore Indian dress. She held some type of candle in front of her and she turned and looked directly at me. She smiled and with her free hand brought a finger to her lips and shushed me. True--I swear and scary, yes! I sat there in my bed dumbstruck for a minute or two, and then I hightailed it to my parents' room as quickly as I could. My mom told me that it was a dream, but I think now she believes me. I know what I saw and that was long before I ever drank wine!

We moved from that house when I was eighteen. More strange things happened throughout the years. I could probably write about a half a dozen blogs on my ghost stories, and if you want me to, I will. LOL. I am actually hoping to sell a paranormal mystery that involves ghosts, so I am remembering all of the ghostly experiences I have had, and they continue today. I believe one of our dogs (Java--the Ridgeback) sees the one that lives in our house now. Actually I believe our Ridgeback sees dead people everywhere and my husband is starting to believe it too, and he's not into the paranormal at all. I know it sounds whacked, but I am telling you that I may be whacked, but my ghost stories are true.

Back to the house I grew up in for a sec--the lady who moved into that house became friends with my parents and about a year after her family had moved in she asked my mom if anything strange had ever happened in the house. At that time, my mom divulged a few of the things and thankfully the lady didn't have an issue with the ghost. Things were contintuing in the house--dissapearing keys, radios on and off, doors slamming--and her teenage son being accused for all of it. I don't think he was the culprit.

So I grew up in a haunted house. The ghost was never malicious, but she was precocious. I wish I knew her story, but I don't. And like I "said," ghost do seem to follow me. Paranormal weirdness seems to follow me. I'd love to know if any of you have had any paranormal weirdness in your life--growing up, as an adult, whenever-- I'd love to know. Please share your ghosts stories with us.

Cheers,
Michele