I love ghost stories. I love things that go bump in the night and investigations and the great beyond. When it comes to ghosts, I'm an equal opportunity fan. The good, the bad, the ugly and yes, the sexy. For the month of October, I'm having a wee little contest. Share a ghost story with us. A personal experience of the supernatural kind. No matter how big or small, I want to know. I love to hear these things. Which is why every Wednesday you will find me watching Ghost Hunters on SyFy and every Monday you will find me watching Paranormal State on A&E (that and a deep abiding love for Chip Coffey).
I have one lonely copy of The Seekers ~ Collection: A Short Story Anthology
left on my shelf. This orphan needs a home, and October is the perfect month to send it off to a loving new abode. Inside the paperback are all three of the Seekers novellas; Into the Light, Intruder and Inhuman. Lots and lots of pages of Martee Hollywood, Trip and the Seekers. To date, these characters are some of my favorites. I feel like they're real and the readers who email me seem to feel the same!
So, let me grab my blanket and snuggle in. Tell me a ghost story, share your paranormal tales. I'll draw a lucky comment from a hat and send you a copy of the book. I might even throw in some Halloween candy, if I don't eat it all first ;)
I have one lonely copy of The Seekers ~ Collection: A Short Story Anthology
left on my shelf. This orphan needs a home, and October is the perfect month to send it off to a loving new abode. Inside the paperback are all three of the Seekers novellas; Into the Light, Intruder and Inhuman. Lots and lots of pages of Martee Hollywood, Trip and the Seekers. To date, these characters are some of my favorites. I feel like they're real and the readers who email me seem to feel the same!So, let me grab my blanket and snuggle in. Tell me a ghost story, share your paranormal tales. I'll draw a lucky comment from a hat and send you a copy of the book. I might even throw in some Halloween candy, if I don't eat it all first ;)
Runs through Halloween night. Winner announced November 1st!
XOXO
Sommer
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Ok...because you asked(since I already have The Seekers - LOVE IT!)...
This really happened...
My husband's grandmother was an avid antiquer. You name it, the woman had it in her home. Now, I've heard stories and stories about how the "old" house was haunted - how a man walked down the steps every night sometime between 10-11...things like that. But no one recounted hauntings in the new house.
At least, not until I stayed there.
We always slept upstairs. His grandparents stayed up late, usually until 1-2am, so most of my stay there if I ventured down to the bathroom someone was up, some light was on.
Well, one night I woke and it must have been 3-4am. And I HAD to go. So, up I got and made my way downstairs for relief. It was dark, both grandparents sawing logs, the full moon shimmering through the windows in the foyer.
As I made my way back upstairs though I had to stop. On the landing outside the guestroom stood a large spinning wheel. And I do mean large. The wheel was easily 3.5 ft across.
And it was spinning.
Not fast, but it made a full revolution as I stood there, one foot a step above the other, goosebumps racing down my arms, the hairs on my neck standing on end.
Then it stopped.
And I waited, holding my breath.
And waited.
And waited.
Finally I sprinted up the rest of the steps and hurried through the door, trying to ignore the part of my mind that SWORE the thing started turning again on my way past.
In the morning, when the sun was shining full on the landing and I felt brave in its warmth, I went up to the spinning wheel and tried to turn it. I had to grunt to move the thing, and it settled quickly back into a groove if I let go. There was no way momentum could carry it around.
So. Got goosebumps yet?
oh, yay! i love that one. esp that is was so heavy and difficult to turn the next morning. very creepy. i'll still put you in, if you win, i'll just send you something else. kay?
xoxo
s
How about I'll send you my sister's address - she'd like the Seekers! :D
I've actually had quite a few paranormal experiences...I love ghosts! We're thinking of going to the Buffalo Central Terminal for a Halloween Bash - remember that GhostHunters? With the flashlight on the chair?
well..i could tell yo a story or two..both really happened and the last time that i told them was when i met up with shanna...
when i was a kid i lived in a huge old mansion complette with horse stables, peacocks in the garden and the houses back almost in the woods...the first time i saw a ghost was when i was 5 years old...back then my grandparents had seperatet living- an dbathrooms sinc emy grandfather couldnt stand to see my grandmother in the bath and my grandmothe rcould stand to watch tv with my garndfather..so one day, i still get goosbumps when i think of this event, when i walked down the hall i opened my grandfathers bathroom door and there i saw her, the ghost...she was naked and brushed her hair...i slammed the door shut and started screaming...i didnt screamed because i had seen a ghost..i didnt knew it was back then...i screamed because there was a naked woman in my grand dads bath room..my granny and my aunt came to see what the matter was..they opened the bath room..no one was in there...
the second story is about a bathroom too..in the very same old amnsion..but years later(i was 12) and on another floor of the building..one day , i was in the stairway, my mother opened the door and asked me if i had laughed aloud ón the stairs..i said know..but she was sure that when she had been in the bath room she had heared someone laugh..during the next month it happened over and over again that she was sure to hear someone laughing in the bathroom..a mean..evil laughter she discribed it..and she startet to doubt herself and actually thought she was loosing her mind...one day when she was all down and frustrated again i did something i shouldnt have done..i lied to her..i told her that i had heared the laughter too..i hadnt heared it but i wanted her to stop feeling like she was going insane and indeed she felt reliefed a bit...an dthen one day, about 2 month later, it happened...i really heard it..i was in the bath room and suddently i heared the mean and devilish laughter..it was clear and loud like if it was in the same room and i was scared to death..but couldnt tell anyone because i had already pretendet that i heared the laughter...during the next years a couple of poeple heared the laughter, strangers who didnt knew anything about it came out of that particulat bathroom and asked if someone had laughed in front of the door or in the stair way..my mom once was so desperead that she tooked a hammer and damaged the bathroom ceiling becaus eshe thaught the laughter might came from there...we explored a little room..like a smal attic..but it was empty...the laughter disapperad as sudden as it had aaperead...
so sommer..thos eare my two cent for ghost stories...maybe i should post picture sof the old house.
Sorry about my comment the other day that you had to delete. I meant to say my MEN like my big butt the way it is.
Secretia
so, so spooky danielle. thank you for sharing! i'd love to see pics. if you post them on your site, make sure to drop us all a link here. i'm sure i'm not the only one.
who's next? who's had a boo moment?
xoxo
sommer
When my cousin and I were kids, our parents went on a vacation (obviously away from the kids!) and we stayed with our grandparents. My cousin is 4 years older than me and, of course, we didn’t always get along.
One night, I was in the kitchen and I heard a noise at the window. I looked up and there was this face mashed against it. I screamed and ran… ran all the way to the bathroom… where my grandmother was… sitting on the toilet. Needless to say, she was not too pleased of my interrupting …. private time. Of course, my cousin thought it was that she caused me such trauma.
It’s not scary but it was when I was a kid!
Thanks,
Tracey D
When my husband was first courting me I lived in my parent's house outside a small village. The house was 20mins walk from the bus stop, mostly pitch dark.
The husband used to get the last bus after work to stay.
You walk through a heavily treed bit of road, past a clear hill field that is spookier as it looks like something wolfy might come running over the hill on moonlit nights.
Ater some more dark, you get to a lit bit passing by the church and graveyard on one side and the ruined castle on the hill on the other.
As he walked just out of the pool of light, into the dark where the trees meet overhead, a silhouetted figure pushed off from the wall and walked towards him. He thought the figure hadn't seen him, so he moved to the side, but the figure moved too. And again.
Then it came straight at him, and wafted through him.
Always terrified of anything remotely supernatural, he speed walked up the (pitch dark) road, up the pitch dark lane to my house and (god bless him), knocked on the door and stood there waiting never looking back, all the time waiting to be GRABBED!
I opened the door to see him white and shaking and asking me if there was anything behind him.
Wwooooooooo-ooooooooo!
thank you booklover and jo! love the spooky stories! More, more, more :)
xoxo
s
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