β€œHe 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:

Also available on Audible

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

Scary Monsters

Nosferatu, the Vampire

Do you like to be scared? Are you the first person to stand in line for the next horror flick? I have to tell you that I have always been attracted to the feeling of being scared. Not the kind of scared like, get in an accident scared, but the kind of scared that comes with ghosts, monsters, the occult, and the paranormal.

Get ready kids, because October is here. It’s time to GET SCARED. Let me just remind you that there are plenty of other people out there just like me. Stephen King didn’t become the “master of horror” and best-selling novelist, with movies made from his books, from just a few of us. There are a lot of us.

Here’s where it gets weird. Of all the things in life my boyfriend and I share in our life: similar likes, dislikes, philosophies, and whatnot, he is not a person who likes to be scared. If I want to watch a horror movie, I have to do it on my own (or when his daughter visits). He hates going to see them, he dislikes scary books as well. He did attend a couple ghost tours with me, which I have to thank him for. Side note: a ghost tour in Gettysburg is an absolute MUST. That place is most haunted for sure, and creepy, creepy, creepy.

One psychiatric newsletter online states that there are reasons you are either a “like to be scared” person or a “don’t like to be scared person.”

Here we go, people like me:

  1. Feeling fear is as old of an emotion as man himself. The feeling of fear stimulates your “flight or fight” response, activating hormones that cause bodily changes. Feeling fear creates distraction, and makes us think about nothing else at the time. It brings us into the present moment.
  2. We are social creatures, and emotions are contagious, so when we are in fearful situations with others, it bonds us together.
  3. Finally, when we realize that this is not a true threat, we gain control over it. Feeling in control makes us satisfied, and confident that we can face threatening things and overcome them.

People that don’t like to be scared have some imbalance between the fear and the control. If an experience seems too real, an extreme fear response comes out. If an experience is not triggering the emotional brain – it’s too unreal- then it’s just boring for them.

Some people exhibit extreme fear in some situations and not in others, so they may enjoy something like “Nightmare on Elm Street”, but can’t watch “The Exorcist”, because the notion that demonic spirits could invade your body is just too real for them.

This time of the year is especially fun for people like me who enjoy an occasional trip down paranormal lane. Before Halloween I will blog more about truly terrifying phenomena in my own life. But, for the time being, just remember that not everyone gets a warm, fuzzy feeling from a cold, prickly source. For me personally, it’s the notion that not everything is as cut and dry as it appears to be. There’s a lot of stuff out there we don’t know is there. The human brain probably can’t cope with reality in all its forms. It would be truly mind-blowing.

For now, dig out that pumpkin and orange lights, put a little costume on the family pet, and at least hit the corn maze. Haunted houses? No thanks, the commercial ones are too gorey for me, I’d rather visit a truly haunted one.

Cheers, and happy haunting, Deb

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