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Tuesday, December 12, 2023

Issue 22 of GhostWatch Paranormal Zine

Author Pamela Kinney (and I Smell Sheep reviewer) has her story Holiday Sacrifice appearing in Issue 22 of GhostWatch Paranormal Zine this month.

The zine is only $8.00 and you can now order a copy to be mailed to you. The zine will ship out later this week with priority 2-day shipping. Almost guaranteed all orders made this week will be delivered by Christmas (orders within the USA).

Holiday Sacrifice blurb: "If The Lottery" by Shirley Jackson had a baby with the Krampus legend, "Holiday Sacrifice" would be the result."

Ghostwatch zine #22:
Holiday Horror is a collection of winter holiday themed horror stories and artwork.

Featuring contributions by:
Father Amanda, Sierra Britton, Jude DeLuca, Doron Elias, Michael Francis, Porsha Garrett, Larz Grenier, Hira, Pamela K. Kinney, Charlie Klipp, Paul Longo, Steven Markow, Christopher McHale, Brooke Shivers, Nick Stevens

Foreword and editing by Paul Longo

This issue was sponsored by:
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The Archive
Get Haunted
Lunatics Radio Hour
Sweet Justice Creamery



About the Author:
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Pamela K. Kinney
Pamela K. Kinney gave up long ago trying not to listen to the voices in her head and has written award-winning bestselling horror, fantasy, science fiction, poetry, nonfiction ghost books, and a cryptid book ever since. Three of her nonfiction ghost books garnered Library of Virginia nominations. Her horror short story, "Bottled Spirits," was runner up for the 2013 WSFA Small Press Award and is considered one of the seven best genre short fiction for that year. One of her ghost books went to second printing and second edition with new stories and photos added.

Pamela and her husband live with one crazy black cat. Along with writing, Pamela has acted on stage and film, does paranormal investigations for Paranormal World Seekers for AVA Productions, and is a member of Horror Writers Association and Virginia Writers Club. Learn more about Pamela K. Kinney at https://PamelaKKinney.com.

Tuesday, October 29, 2019

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Friday, February 22, 2019

Character Confessions: Arthur tells it like it is to his author Jo Schaffer + giveaway

Character Confessions 

I followed Arthur down a dark and winding street on the south side of St. Louis. He seemed unaware of me as he strolled casually, bowler hat cocked to the side on his head. In his weathered pants held up by suspenders and a tattered sports coat, he looked every bit the tough street kid that I wrote him to be. His back to me, he paused under a dim and flickering streetlamp and casually reached down to strike a match on the sole of his shoe. He raised the lit match to his face, orange light lining his young but hard features as he lit the cigarette between his lips. Without turning he spoke.

ARTHUR:
See anything you like? Or you just killin’ time?

ME:
Oh, hi…do you know who I am?

ARTHUR:
Do I look like a dumb bum? I know yous all right. Been followin’ me around for a while now.

ME:
I don’t just follow you… I made you up. I make you talk.

ARTHUR:
Is that what you think? Maybe I make you write. Ever think of that doll face?

ME:
I hadn’t thought of it that way before…

ARTHUR:
Course you ain’t. Swells think they make the world go twirlin’ around. But they don’t, see? It’s us. The masses… the forgettables. We make this good-for-nothing world and yous take all the credit.

ME:
I don’t want any credit for anything that’s good-for-nothing… I assure you.

AUTHOR:
Wisey, eh? Think you’re better than me? Ain’t nobody my puppeteer.

ME:
Well, you certainly have been one of my more… uncooperative characters.

AUTHOR:
Why? Cuz’ I won’t play nice with Princess Hazel?

ME:
Well, that yes, and other things. But why don’t you give Hazel a chance? Your best friend cares for her quite a bit.

AUTHOR:
Stanley’s gone soft with all of that Jesus biz. I ain’t makin’ sweet with any swell for anybody.

ME:
You’ll change your tune in book 2.

AUTHOR:
What’s that you say? Get the marbles outta your gob. Mumblin’s for cowards.

ME:
Nevermind. Look, Arthur… I know you’re full of pain and life has been hard. I just want to see you evolve.

ARTHUR:
What do you know about pain? Stay outta my business.

ME:
Everyone is in pain of some kind. Even the swells you hate so much. It may look different but everyone suffers.

ARTHUR:
Stop. You’re makin’ me wanna bawl like a baby. Please. I ain’t buyin’ that and not because I’m broke. If you’re so in charge why you lettin’ the elite crush us? Just to watch us squirm? This ain’t a motion picture show.

ME:
No, it’s a book. I just want to represent what actually happens and—

ARTHUR:
And another thing why don’t yous make Stanley quit chasin’ after skirts he can’t afford?

ME:
Stanley isn’t chasing Hazel. They have a special connection.

ARTHUR:
Ain’t that sweet as Shirley Temple’s dimples.

ME:
Could you please blow your smoke away from me?

ARTHUR:
Nah. What? Can’t breathe air like the rest of us, swell?

ME:
Well this went about as well as could be expected. I thought I could have some kind of conversation with you.

ARTHUR:
The only gum flappin’ I wanna hear from you is—Who. Is. The. Veiled. Prophet.

ME:
Back up… you’re getting too close.

ARTHUR:
Scared, sweetheart?

ME:
No. I just don’t want to do something we’ll both regret.

ARTHUR:
Yeah… I heard rumors that yous was a fighter.

ME:
Taekwondo.

ARTHUR:
Fancy. Know my style? It’s called Screw You.

ME:
Okay…well, Arthur. Despite your obvious disdain, I’m going to keep fighting for you. I want to steer you right.

ARTHUR:
Ain’t nobody steerin’ me, Shakespeare.

ME:
Wait. Before you go. Arthur… I know what they did to you. And to your mom… and I feel responsible. I’m sorry.

ARTHUR:
You wrote it down. But this stuff isn’t fiction. I was Suffering and Poverty before you gave me a name and a shape. This is the world, doll. I’m the bottom of the pile. The ones who never get a break. I’ve always been here.

ME:
Well, I just want people to know about you. And the others nobody wants. The ones considered useless and broken. Maybe if they knew you… they’d help.

ARTHUR:
Starry-eyed dreamer. That ain’t gonna happen. I got the wrong label. Nobody cares. People wanna see what makes them smile. People like me? They wanna eliminate.


Arthur flicked his smoking cigarette to the ground and stomped on it. Then without another word, he turned away and disappeared into the shadows of an alleyway where I dared not follow.


Stanley and Hazel (Book One)
by Jo Schaffer
May 15, 2018
Genre: Historical Fiction
Publisher: Month9Books
ISBN: 978-1946700650
ASIN: B07982QYX4
Number of pages: 280
Cover Artist: AM Design Studios
A great depression grips the city of St. Louis in 1934. Stanley, an orphaned newsy, lives in a poor part of town hit especially hard by the economic downturn. One night, Stanley runs into Hazel, a restless debutante-in-waiting who has begun to question her posh lifestyle in the midst of the suffering she sees. She’s out and about without an escort and against her father’s wishes.

When they discover the body of a girl with her head bashed in by a baseball bat, the very different and separate realities of the two teens inform their decision. Together they will figure out what happened to her and bring those responsible to justice.

But getting involved with each other and digging into the secrets behind this murder earns them some powerful enemies, including a secret group seeking to rid society of all they deem “undesirable.” They’ve put into motion “The Winnowing,” a plan seeking to take over the city and enforce their will.

As Stanley and Hazel’s forbidden feelings for one another grow, their investigation turns deadly. Now, it is up to Stanley and his gang of street kids to stop Hazel from becoming the next victim.


Excerpt:
Hazel stumbled down the grassy hill of the moonlit park. Stanley glanced at her from several steps ahead. “You with me, Bananas?”

“Yeah.” She swallowed back the urge to be sick. Hazel’s legs moved her forward but nothing seemed real. She was in Forest Park at night with a newsie boy she’d just met and Sandy’s runaway sister was back there, slumped against the statue of St. Louis with her head cracked open.

She couldn’t make her brain take it all in. Evelyn’s face—caved in on one side, her mouth slack, teeth showing like gravestones covered in blood. Gripped with panic, Hazel quickened her step to catch up with Stanley—her only guide in this darkness. He was a part of it. This was his world, not hers.



Book 2 just released

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Jo Schaffer was born and raised in the California Bay Area in a huge, creative family. She is a YA novelist, speaker and a Taekwondo black belt. She’s a founding member of the nonprofit organization that created Teen Author Boot Camp, one of the nation’s biggest conferences for teens where bestselling authors present writing workshops to nearly a thousand attendees. Jo loves being involved in anything that promotes literacy and family. She is passionate about community, travel, books, music, healthy eating, classic films and martial arts. But her favorite thing is being mom to three strapping sons and a neurotic cat named Hero. They live together in the beautiful mountains of Utah.

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Friday, July 13, 2018

Book Review: The Sea Beast Takes a Lover: Stories by Michael Andreasen

The Sea Beast Takes a Lover: Stories
by Michael Andreasen
27 Feb 2018
PENGUIN GROUP
Dutton
General Fiction (Adult)

An astonishing fiction debut from a UC Irvine MFA graduate and recent contributor to The New Yorker.

Bewitching and playful, with its feet only slightly tethered to the world we know, The Sea Beast Takes a Lover explores hope, love, and loss across a series of surreal landscapes and wild metamorphoses. Just because Jenny was born without a head doesn't mean she isn't still annoying to her older brother, and just because the Man of the Future's carefully planned extramarital affair ends in alien abduction and network fame doesn't mean he can't still pine for his absent wife. Romping through the fantastic with big-hearted ease, these stories cut to the core of what it means to navigate family, faith, and longing, whether in the form of a lovesick kraken slowly dragging a ship of sailors into the sea, a small town euthanizing its grandfathers in a time-honored ritual, or a third-grade field trip learning that time travel is even more wondrous--and more perilous--than they might imagine.

Andreasen's stories are simultaneously daring and deeply familiar, unfolding in wildly inventive worlds that convey our common yearning for connection and understanding. With a captivating new voice from an incredible author, The Sea Beast Takes a Lover uses the supernatural and extraordinary to expose us at our most human.

This is me every time I try to write a review for this book. I can say I loved it. Some stories more than others, but all eleven of the short stories will make you double-take on what you thought you just read. 

Here is my inner-monologue while reading each story:
What an imaginative story. I wonder where the author is going with...wait, WTF? That's deep...the author isn't going to go there, is he? Oh, snap...he did.
I guess I would call it soft-bizarro...or Black Mirror-esque... Take a read of the blurb and you'll get an idea of the fantastical nature of the stories.


Not only are the stories thought-provoking, the writing is amazing with a poetic cadence in some stories. Andreasen takes the reader on a voyeuristic adventure of his characters. Some you'll be glad you witnessed, some will make you uncomfortable...but you will turn the page, unable to look away.

4 "headless" Sheep






SharonS

About the Author:
Michael Andreasen holds a Masters degree in creative writing from the University of California, Irvine. His fiction has appeared in The New Yorker, McSweeney's, Tin House, Zoetrope: All-Story, Quarterly West, and elsewhere. He lives in Southern California.  His first book, The Sea Beast Takes a Lover, was published in the US by Dutton Books in February 2018 and will be published in the UK by the Head of Zeus in March 2018.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Book Review: Full Moon Dating: New Moon (Stories 1-4) by Julia Talbot

Full Moon Dating: New Moon
Full Moon Dating Stories 1-4

by Julia Talbot
April 1, 2016
Genre: MM, Shifters
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
ISBN: 978-1-943576-69-2
Number of pages: 247
Word Count: 58k
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Together in one volume, the first four Full Moon Dating stories. This is just the beginning!
Full Moon Dating: Dating and Mating for Shifters and More!

Matchmakers Stone and Harve vow to find a mate for even the toughest to match shifter or vampire.

New Moon includes four novellas featuring werewolves, vampires, and were-kitties searching for their other halves, no matter how challenging.

Aiden and Ben: After these wolves get together, Aiden doubts he’s found his match. Ben knows better, but can he convince Aiden to stay?

Coy and Denver: City wolf Coy isn’t sure he wants to give up control. Denver is just the vamp to give Coy what he needs, but their match creates a whole new set of problems for the dating agency.

Evgeny and Feng: Tiger Evgeny worries his sheer size and strength turns off most lovers. Snow leopard Feng is an acrobat used to working without a net, but he falls hard for his tiger. When Feng disappears, Evgeny doesn’t know if he can find him soon enough to help.

Gage and Hamish: Gage is an impossible bottom. No one can tame this cat, but bear shifter and effortless Top Hamish is certainly willing to try.

Harve and Stone hope their success rate is 100%, but the path to true love is never easy.


A dating agency for paranormals...what a great idea! This is a collection of four novellas, each about one of the unlikely matches made by Full Moon Dating. Stone is the business and marketing force behind the service. His business partner, Harve, is the computer programmer and psychologist. Adelia is the sassy rock-a-billy office manager. The banter between these three while discussing possible matches before each story and then after is fun. There is the extra bonus of Stone wanting to get some sexy time with Harve...and what kind of supe is Harve? You don't find out until the end and it was a surprise! The excerpt below is these three setting up their first match: Aiden and Ben.

All four stories are unlikely dom and sub matches. They are quick erotic stories where the guys meet and jump right into bed. The first story, Aiden and Ben—two wolves, was my favorite. They had the most chemistry. The second couple, Coy and Denver—a wolf and vamp match, was cute and funny. My favorite scene was Denver playfully chasing Coy (who is in wolf form) through his mansion and when Coy hits the kitchen tile floor...oh yeah, if you have a dog, you know what happens! He unexpectedly spins out. The last two stories didn't have the same heart. And at this point I noticed there were a lot of the same phrases being used in all the stories...everyone said "yummy!" One of the challenges of a collection by the same author, is creating a unique voice for each story. That was lost after the first two.

Overall, this was a quick, fun read. If you enjoy just the "good parts" of light sub/dom romance, then this will be a good match for you (see what I did there? <G>).

3.25 "mated" Sheep 




SharonS

Excerpt:
“Full Moon Dating. Have you tried our online site? Yes, I’m afraid you do have to go through the screening process. Really? I’ll be sure to tell 911 when I call them, you sick fuck.” The phone in the outer office slammed down with the musical jingle only an old rotary phone could make.

Very privately, Stone thought that was why Adelia had chosen that phone, and the very film noir detective office vibe she’d used to decorate her domain. It went with the pencil skirt and high-waisted blouse fashion statement she chose every day as well.

She appeared at his door, her victory roll (she had informed him they were called that when he referred to them as “those curly things”) hairdo just slightly mussed, signaling agitation. “Okay, I’m going to start sending the nutbag wannabe paranormals to you, boss. That guy wanted to date a vampire, so he could be a serial killer without actually having to kill someone.”

Stone sat back in his chair and raised a brow. “You’re way meaner than me, Ades. You deal with them so well.”

“There are some crazy bastards out there, boss.” He could almost see her tail, white-tipped and fuzzy, twitching.

“I know. That’s why this business is going to boom.” Stone grinned, tickled as hell that they had an office and a website. Now they just needed to facilitate their first couple, so they could get some testimonials.

Adelia gave him the hairy eyeball and then shook her head. “So, when do you want to go over the sheets?”

“Let’s look at them for an hour or so tonight. I’ve already run the points of comparison database.” They had stuff in their questionnaire that those other match and mingle sites didn’t have. Lots of stuff.

Between his business and marketing savvy and Harve’s computer and psych training, they had a winner, right?

“You got it, boss. I think I already have a couple of good dates in mind.” She waggled her brows.

“I bet they’re gay,” he murmured. Adelia was obsessed with the idea of two men together. That was why she worked for him.

“You think?” She flipped him off, playfully.

“Well, put them at the top of the pile.”

“Top of the pile for Mr. City Wolf and Mr. Country Wolf.”

“Oh, man.” He chuckled. “Tell me why they’re a match?”

“A little red wolf photographer from Dallas who’s had ‘bad luck with long-term commitment’ and a huge gray from up north looking for someone to ‘make his mate.’ It’s perfect.”

“Really?” He grabbed the folders she handed him and flipped through them. “Uh, little red is not into spanking.”

She snorted. “He’s stressed out and overworked. He might like it.”

“Adelia.”

“What?”

“We have to match them based on actual interests.” Maybe he’d ask Harve.

“Says who?”

“We’re a dating service!” He was trying hard not to smile. Harve was the psychologist slash computer geek. Adelia was the psychic. He was pretty damned sure of it.

“And we’re run by an incredibly observant business magnate.”

“Indeed.” He shook his head at her. “You’re such a freak.”

“Yeah, but I’m your freak and you adore me.”

“I do.” He gave her a fond grin before she trotted back out front to answer the phone, her heels clicking. Stone stared at the two folders on the top of the pile. The more he thought about the cowboy wolf from Wyoming who liked to top and the fussy little red from Dallas, the more he liked it.

Maybe he’d skip Harve altogether.

Stone picked up the phone and dialed the number in folder one. “Hello, Aiden Underhill? This is the Full Moon Dating site manager. You’re our grand prize winner this month. You’ve won an all-expenses paid trip to Jackson Hole.”


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Julia Talbot lives in the great Southwest, where there is hot and cold running rodeo, cowboys, and everything from meat and potatoes to the best Tex-Mex. A full time author, Julia has been published by Samhain Publishing, Dreamspinner Press, All Romance eBooks and Changeling Press. She believes in stories that leave a mark, and that everyone deserves a happy ending, so she writes about love without limits, where boys love boys, girls love girls, and boys and girls get together to get wild, especially when her crazy paranormal characters are involved.

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Sunday, September 27, 2015

Haunted or Cursed Objects (Paranormal Petersburg, Virginia, and the Tri-Cities Area book tour) + giveaway

Haunted or Cursed Objects

by Pamela Kinney


I have a new release tomorrow from Schiffer Publishing: Paranormal Petersburg, and the Tri-Cities Area. This is my fifth nonfiction ghost book. I have five ghost images the reader will be able to see and other spooky things that happened to me. But let me talk about haunted or cursed objects.

Can spirits be attached to objects? Haunt them? Items like jewelry, furniture, statues, and other things a person owned in life? Just as they can haunt buildings or land? There is belief that ghosts are attached to objects they owned in life.

Most hauntings are associated with houses, castles, and other things that go bump in the night, but hauntings can include articles—like the Hope Diamond. When a person buys something from antique shops, or purchase something on eBay, if it is old and previously owned by someone who passed away, that dead person may still have an attachment to that object and unable to give it up. There is even items on eBay that people admit carry paranormal activity or are cursed. Hauntings have gone so mainstream, that eBay has a “Guide to Buying Haunted Items.”


One such famous cursed item is the "Hope Diamond.". It had a curse that foretold bad luck and death not only for the owner of the diamond, but for all who touched it. Several centuries ago, a man named Tavernier made a trip to India. While there, he stole a large blue diamond from the forehead (or eye) of a statue of the Hindu goddess Sita. For this transgression, according to the legend, Tavernier was torn apart by wild dogs on a trip to Russia (after he had sold the diamond). This was the first horrible death attributed to the curse.

Whether or not you believe in the curse, the Hope diamond has intrigued people for centuries. Its perfect quality, its large size, and its rare color make it unique and beautiful. Add to this a varied history which includes being owned by King Louis XIV, stolen during the French Revolution, sold to earn money for gambling, worn to raise money for charity, to end up donated to the Smithsonian Institution where one can view it. 


There are other “haunted, or cursed” items. Like a painting titled “Hands Resist Him.” It was done by Bill Stoneham in 1972. Years later, a family found the painting in a dumpster and thought they’d found some free artwork. After taking it home, their 4-year-old daughter claimed the children in the painting were fighting. An experiment was done, by the family as they recorded the painting over several nights. Supposedly, the figures moved within the painting in the video. They made a claim too, that the owner of the gallery where the painting was first displayed and a Los Angeles Times critic who reviewed the show died within one year of the art show. Of course, was this due to the painting? The family sold it on eBay along with the story for $1,025. Someone apparently believed it was cursed to purchase it..


“The Crying Boy” was painted by Bruno Amadio, and is not just one painting, but a mass-produced print with numerous alternative versions, all with young boys or girls crying. These were distributed in the 1950s. The stories about these particular paintings began in the 1980s after a fireman in England claimed he kept coming across the paintings in burned houses. Funny thing, the paintings were remarkably untouched. The newspaper, The Sun, gave readers a chance to bring in the paintings and destroy them in a bonfire. Psychics said the painting was haunted by the spirit of the boy or girl it depicts. If someone wanted the curse lifted, the owner must hang a boy and girl crying together, or pass the painting onto another person.

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I watched an episode on William Shatner's paranormal TV show on SyFy one time. It was about a doll called Robert that had been owned by painter Eugene Otto, and allegedly was cursed. Otto got the doll as a gift in 1906 from a servant supposedly skilled in black magic. Neighbors reported seeing the doll moving from window to window. Otto screamed at night and claimed that the doll turned over furniture. When he died in 1974, the doll fell into the hands of a 10-year-old girl who also began to scream at night, saying that the doll tried to kill her. Robert is now in the Fort East Martello Museum and Gardens in Key West, Florida, where guests can take a picture with him. But if they make fun of him, visitors declared that bad things happen to them. They send letters to the doll and ask him to forgive them, so their curse will be lifted. The doll is the inspiration for the movie “Child’s Play.”



The wedding dress of Anna Baker at Baker Mansion is supposedly haunted. In the mid-1800s, Anna became engaged to a man her father did not approve of. Her father sent him away. The wedding never took place, the dress sat unused, and Anna died an old maid. Since then, after it was bought by a historical society, visitors of the mansion in Altoona, Pennsylvania have seen the dress flutter in its glass case. Does the spirit of Anna still want to wear it, or maybe she wanted to be buried in it?

The Roosevelt Hollywood Hotel is famous as the address of the first Academy Awards in 1929. Marilyn Monroe also stayed as a resident for two years. Now, it is now a swank party place for Hollywood’s hip crowd. While there have been “sightings” on the ninth floor, Cabana Suite 213 and Blossom Ballroom, it is the mirror that used to hang in Monroe’s room—now in storage--that concerns being on this list. It is said, that when you gaze into the mirror, you might see more than your own reflection. A busty blond is what has been seen. Is it Marilyn Monroe?

Ah, here is another paranormal active doll for your pleasure—Annabelle. Annabelle was a Raggedy Ann doll given to a girl named Donna in the 1970s. Messages started appearing on parchment paper in a child’s handwriting, and yet, there was no parchment paper stored in the house. The family contacted a medium and learned that a young girl named Annabelle Higgins died and that she “possessed” the doll because she felt comfortable with the family. The father Lou had nightmares about the doll trying to kill him. He even gotten clawed in the chest from something unseen. The family felt they had been deceived through the medium by "the Father of Lies” and not by any young girl. They had an exorcism performed and got rid of the doll. It now resides in an occult museum. If you saw the 2014 horror movie, Annabelle, you seen Annabelle, except they did not use a Raggedy Ann doll. 

Who hasn't heard of the "curse" of James Dean's car "Little Bastard?" It has become part of America's cultural mythology. Warren Beath, a James Dean archivist and author, believes the source of the myth is Hollywood's George Barris, the self-described "King of the Kustomizers." This man said he was the first to purchase the wrecked Little Bastard. Barris promoted the "curse" after he placed the wreck on public display in 1956. Over the years, Barris described a series of accidents that mysteriously occurred from 1956 to 1960 involving the Little Bastard, resulting in serious injuries to spectators and even a truck driver's death. Porsche historian Lee Raskin states many claims regarding the "curse" of the Little Bastard appear to have been based on Barris' 1974 book, Cars of the Stars.

Myrtles Plantation is known as “one of America’s most haunted homes.” The plantation is supposedly the home of twelve ghosts, and reputedly built over an Indian burial ground. To make it a trifecta of terror, people were also murdered there. But it’s the mirror that contains the spirits of Sara Woodruff and her children that gets the haunted object award. After their deaths, as per custom back then, the mirrors were covered to keep souls from entering them, but someone forgot to cover this one. It is said that they are trapped forever in it. Visitors have reported seeing hand prints in the mirror.

Let’s talk about the bunk bed aired on an episode of “Unsolved Mysteries.” In 1987, Allen and Deborah Tallman from Horicon, Wisconsin bought a bunk bed from a second-hand shop for their kids. Suddenly there are noises, a snow blower moving for no reason, and unexplained illness. The parents began to believe their children’s bunk bed was haunted. They buried the bed in a landfill. Nothing after that.

So next time you check out eBay and noticed a curse object for sale, like the dybbuk box, which is a cabinet with a demon in it, don’t. Or take it with a grain of salt and go ahead, purchase it. Just if thong happen in your place, do not said I did not warn you…..

Pamela K. Kinney
Journey to worlds of fantasy, beyond the stars, and into the vortex of terror with the written word of Pamela K. Kinney.

Excerpt from Paranormal Petersburg, Virginia, and the Tri-Cities Area: 

Poe’s Honeymoon Suite on the Second Floor

I walked into the sitting room of the suite and dropped my bag of paranormal investigating equipment and my purse on the old-fashioned couch. Two matching chairs stood on each side of the couch and an old-fashioned chest of drawers stood between the two windows that looked down onto the street, where you could see the Siege

Museum. A fireplace loomed behind the couch and, across the room, a table stood against the wall. In the other room I found a bed; however, I doubted it was the original bed Poe and his bride shared. Back in the sitting room, I took note of a female mannequin, wearing skimpy underwear and a wedding veil, perched on the ledge of the window, and she appeared to be staring out. An old-fashioned typewriter with a pair of disembodied hands on the keys nestled against the far wall just behind her dangling feet.

The horror writer in me expected them to begin typing at any minute.

I took some pictures with my camera, then employed my pendulum to see if anyone or anything was there and asked if they would swing it back and forth.

Not moving my arm or hand—as I told them, they had to do it—the pendulum went immediately into a heavy swing. After I thanked them and asked them to stop, it came to a standstill. Did that mean Poe and Virginia were there? Or could it be the first owner, Richard Rambaut, the man the psychic sensed? Maybe Hiram himself or even someone else?

Next, I took out the recorder, turned it on, and began an EVP session.

Nothing was noted from the regular EVP session on the second floor when I listened to it later at home, except when I knocked on the table and asked, “Can you do a knock like that?” I did not hear it live when I was present in the house; but on the recording, I heard two knocks exactly like mine, lighter and from elsewhere in the room.

When I used the ghost box for a session, I got interesting results. I’d asked

if Edgar Allan Poe or his wife Virginia were in the room with me; I didn’t receive an answer. Maybe they had been so happy honeymooning here, they felt no reason to return to the building to haunt it. And to be honest, I did not sense Poe at all that day.

“Is there anyone else with me?” I asked.

A man’s voice came across the ghost box. “Yes.”

“Richard Rambaut, are you here?”

“Yes.”

“Can you speak in French to me, Richard, to prove it is you.”

“Oui.”

“Why are you haunting this building? Can you tell me?”

“No.”

Either he knew why and did not want to tell me, or he really had no idea why. Maybe, since he’d committed suicide, this caused the doors to the other side to remain closed to him.

I asked, “Can you give me the date of your death?”

There was an answer, but too low to hear. I asked for the date of the spirit’s death again and I heard a partial, “18—”

Then I heard a partial word, sounding like “threat…” The rest cut off or the spirit couldn’t get the balance of it out.

Was this still Richard? Perhaps another spirit? Had he been threatened, or was he threatening me?

I asked if the spirit that had said the name Derek, down in the Rue Morgue, was on the second floor with me. I got an answer to this question with “Yes.”

Who was Derek? I wanted to know, but received no answer.

I asked if Haines was there. Again, I received no answer.

I asked what the spirits thought of Jeff, who now owned the building, or any of the workers downstairs. Nothing.

Then another word popped out. “Fort.” Civil War maybe? I asked, but no one answered me. Maybe this was from a Confederate soldier who had been hospitalized in the building during the Siege.

I left the room to snap more pictures and a “Hello” came out from my box that I’d left with the recorder hear it until I listened to the recording at home. When I drew closer to the room a few minutes later, I heard a man’s voice loud and clear, “Hello!”

I called out, “Hello?”

No one answered me. It was on my recording, but it did not sound as if it came from my ghost box. Had one of the spirits missed me? Richard?

The Derek person?

I used my EMF meter, hoping the ghosts would register on the dial as well, but nothing happened. Finally, after a few more pictures shot in the sitting room (one of the photos of the fireplace had a shadow in it, and yet no shadows were in the picture before or afterwards), I grabbed my flashlight, EMF meter, recorder, and ghost box, and slung the camera around my neck.


Paranormal Petersburg, Virginia, and the Tri-Cities Area
Travel to Petersburg, and the rest of the Tri-Cities area of Colonial Heights, Hopewell, Prince George, Dinwiddie, and the nearby areas of Ettrick-Matoaca and Chester to discover what spirits, monsters, UFOs, and legends await the unwary. Find out why the War Between the States is still being fought at Petersburg Battlefield. Why the lady in blue might be still haunting the rooms at Westover Plantation. What the phantoms at Peter Jones Trading Post will do to keep from being photographed. Learn about runaway slaves still hiding on the top floor above the Blue Willow Tea Room. Figure out why the ghostly soldiers enter Centre Hill Mansion January 24th, only to leave again. What phantoms share the Hiram Haines Coffee Shop and Ale House with the living? Is the Goatman still stalking young lovers? Meet the ghosts of Violet Bank Museum that are still greeting guests at the house. All this and many more, haunt these cities and counties. The dead refuse to give up their undead residency.
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Author of Haunted Richmond, Haunted Richmond II, Haunted Virginia: Legends, Myths, and True Tales, and Virginia’s Haunted Historic Triangle: Williamsburg, Yorktown, Jamestown, & Other Haunted Locations, Pamela K. Kinney has written fiction that enables her readers to journey to worlds of fantasy, go beyond the stars, and dive into the vortex of terror. One of her stories proved heart-stopping enough to be runner up for 2013 WSFA Small Press Award. As Sapphire Phelan, she also writes bestselling paranormal romance with dark heroes and heroines with bite!

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Guest Post: Scott Nicholson + Give Away


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I Smell Sheep is one of the blogs helping Scott giving away 15% of his ebook sales for the whole month of Sept., really! Click on his face to visit his site where you can find a list of participating blogs, info on his books (offered at amazing prices). The more you spread the word about his books, the more he sells, the more his gives away! 

We asked him to stop by and talk about...books and writing. I know, right?! There is a give away for his screenplay The Gorge at the end. Can you say long-hidden, bloodthirsty vampire creatures? Oh, yes you can!


Stories, Novels, and Novellas: Oh My!
By Scott Nicholson

Scott looking writerly
The Shepherds asked me to pontificate on the differences between short stories, novels, and novellas, and I could be a smarmy, sarcastic twit and say “Size matters,” but the truth is, each type of writing has its own challenges and purpose.

Short stories are a sprint, and I often write mine in a day or two, because I feel the hot rush of the idea, and often I will be a little more experimental, or use a narrative voice that would get too tiresome over 400 pages but is fresh and effective for fifteen. And a short story also gives you a chance to get outside your comfort zone, both as a reader and a writer. One of the great things about the ebook era is that shorter works are very convenient. When I read my Kindle, nobody glares at me in the afterschool pick-up line the way they do when I read a paperback!

Novellas usually fall in the range of 100 to 200 pages, or 20,000 to 40,00 words, and while these forms didn’t have many opportunities in the old paper era, the digital era is creating great popularity for them. I have three out and they usually sell as well or better than my novels, and are great for digesting in just a few sit-downs. But you don’t have room for as many settings or characters, so it’s usually a form that is stripped down and lean.

Novels tends to sprawl more, and also the longer form can unfold themes that are impossible in shorter works. Usually there are more characters, often with shifting points of view, and the amount of time elapsing in the story is often longer, sometimes even years, decades, or centuries. Of course, some novels run more than a thousand pages, so it can be a serious time commitment, but a novel is a journey unlike any other in fiction. A good novel will leave you changed from when you started on that first page.

However you like to read, whatever you like to read, just do it and share it!
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Scott Nicholson is giving away 15 percent of his ebook revenues in September! Details are at http://hauntedcomputer.blogspot.com or in his newsletter. Nicholson is author of The Skull Ring, Speed Dating with the Dead, Drummer Boy, and nine other novels, seven story collections, and six screenplays.


So...you have heard of Scott, but haven't read any of his work yet. What is a Sheep to do? I suggest trying his short story collection Head Cases. I've read it and loved it, and I Smell Sheep is the official sponsor of this book so we get 5% of the sale! If you are interested in a novel, I've read The Red Church and Speed Dating With the Dead and recommend those. He also writes a YA series and children's books!



****Give Away****



Scott is offering away an e-copy of his screenplay The Gorge to a winner.


THE GORGE

Bowie Whitlock and a team of celebrity athletes are commissioned to test two experimental rafts in the rugged Unegama Wilderness Gorge in the remote Appalachian Mountains, considered the most dangerous whitewater rapids in the eastern United States. The expedition is tense from the start as jealousy, romance, and money are riding on the mission's success.

FBI agent Jim Castle and his partner are in the gorge looking for Ace Goodall, a deranged abortion clinic bomber. Ace, accompanied by a fragile young woman, is having visions that guide his murderous behavior. A trip-wire around his camp detonates a rigged explosive, tearing apart part of a cliff wall and exposing a long-hidden vampire species to the world.

The race is on as dark storm clouds gather, the river is swollen, and Ace hijacks the rafting expedition to make his escape. But the bloodthirsty creatures swooping down from the high cliffs have been too long without prey.

Ace has one more bomb.
God is talking to him.
It's raining again, and his young companion is pregnant.
And killing isn't what it used to be, because the dead no longer stay dead.


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