Fifteen years ago, when two friends and I decided to embark on an amateur ghost hunt, it wasn’t anywhere near Halloween. I think it was May.
I’ve had some hair-raising experiences since, but what I lived through that night and in the aftermath is about as unnerving as it gets. Therefore, it only seemed fitting I’d write about them. Now seems as good a time as any to share the essay.
Yes, my latest short story, “A Shaken Shadow,” is set to debut October 23rd. It’s a modern-day ghost story about an unfaithful painter who is haunted by the spirit of his late wife. I think it’ll give the reader a few pleasurable shudders.
However, that’s still a good three weeks away, and–if you’re like me–Halloween is a month-long celebration. Plus, what could be more terrifying than a true account (more or less) of three slightly inebriated thrill-seekers tooling around with a homemade Ouija board?
Therefore, to whet your Hallow’s Eve appetite a full 30 days before the event, I published “The Tale of Lus and Zrbyxc: A True Story (More or Less).”
“More or Less” because I changed the names of those involved, deliberately obscured the location, and embellished dialogue. Otherwise, I recounted the events as accurately as possible.
Interestingly, if one were to ask “Blake” or “Sandra” to tell their version of the story, discrepancies would arise. I’m not saying either or them are wrong. I simply think it’s a testament to the malleability of memory and the effect time has on our brains. It shouldn’t detract from the veracity of the narrative.
Or maybe it does, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have a good time reading it.
So please, check it out. Leave me a review and let me know what you think. Maybe grab another spooky tale like “Archer Bob’s Blue-Ribbon Guide to Unique, Curious, and Inexplicable Roadside Attractions.” If the Southern Gothic is more your thing, there’s always “Baptized in Dirty Water.”
Regardless of what you do, be sure to enjoy this wonderful month. Go on a hayride, watch bad horror movies, eat too much candy. At the least, carve a pumpkin or twelve.
I know I will be. Though it’ll be tough to top last year’s yield.