“He had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother’s house many years ago and heard the wind and saw the empty trees. It had made him cry, without a reason. And a little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always went away with spring.
But, it was a little different tonight. There was a feeling of autumn coming to last a million years.
There would be no spring. (“The October Game”)”
― Ray Bradbury, Long After Midnight
Well, it’s that time of year again – time for closing out the “living” part, and time to usher in the “dying” part of nature. Fall; sweet, sweet, fall….ahhh. If you are like me, you love a good ghost story, and so, for the rest of this month I will feature ghostly stories as a prequel to Halloween (probably my favorite semi-holiday). This year will be without trick-or-treaters and hayrides sitting close to each other due to covid, so we will entertain each other in different ways.
As you may know, I wrote a biographical book entitled “34” years ago. This was written under a pen name in order to keep our family life private. It is the true story of my close encounter with the paranormal, as my youngest daughter grew in the knowledge that she was a psychic medium.
For today, I will give a brief backdrop and short excerpt from “34”:
“She had left early from school that day. She described the visitation of the same little blond girl from the car, except this time, she was at school. No senior in high school wants other people to know that she’s freaking out in class because of seeing dead people. Right in the middle of advisory class, she looks up and sees the little blond girl standing not far from her, near the wall of the classroom with a vacuous stare. Only, this time she is full-figure in a short white dress, and covered in blood (seems this kid really has an issue, and she wants someone to acknowledge it). Liz broke out in a sweat, and felt light-headed. After the visage passed, she excused herself to the nurse’s desk and arranged to come home…..You may wonder, and I did too, in what manner these people appear. Most of the time, dressed in the condition in which they live. Some people only showed their faces and upper bodies, with the rest as a sort of blur. And then there were the shadow people, the people who were unidentifiable with just gray shadows that came and went briefly. Most of the time, Liz had no idea who these people were. The ones that gave off a bad vibe she called “creepers” I wanted no part of them.”
If you are interested in reading the book in entirety, please follow this link:
Thank you for your indulgence in something spooky, and I look forward to providing more in that genre for the rest of October. Happy Haunting! Cheers, Deb