Haunting Memories

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by Kali Willows

Being an avid paranormal lover and obsessed with all aspects of the supernatural, I always enjoy the build up to Halloween; the decorating, costumes, classic occult horrors, and of course, baking a ton of gory sweets, all to get the spine chilling thrills of the season going. I love the leaves changing color, the air growing cold, sweater weather and hot cocoa along with carving Jack-o-lanterns. This is when I’m in my happy place, (okay, this and of course writing.

Enjoying every moment leading up to it, having that final Halloween jaunt for trick or treating with the kids, to snuggling up and watching a movie with popcorn is so fantastic, but then…the day after comes. November 1, I find myself sad and a little disappointed it’s all over again for another year.This year, I decided I wanted to do something different with my kids. As a family, we love being creative and unique. To get into the spirit of the season, I decided, instead of spending all the would-be wasted money on cheap plastic decorations that wither after a few weeks just to get thrown out, to invest in materials to build our own family model haunted house.

It was an epic choice, that has kept us busy for days on end, and yes, the pocket book grows thin, but I just love the concept of creating this heirloom that will be a memorable keepsake for our children in the years to come. Every year, we plan to add a little more detail, and a few more memories, of our time together. So far, the walls are constructed, the furniture, windows, doors, window boxes, to even lights (battery operated.) Home made shutters and siding, a deck and weathered windows and wallpaper is just a start. I don’t have a completed photo to share, but here are a few of our work in progress:

To protest the end of All Hallows Eve, I’m pleased to share my spooky but steamy romance of ghosts and passion in Savannah’sGhost Tale.

Blurb:

Savannah Teale has an obsession with the supernatural—to disprove it. An unorthodox Ghost Hunter with a dark secret, she doesn’t believe in life after death. Not anymore. Being romantically challenged since the traumatic death of her fiancé, she has no interest in dating, but her sister’s loving interference has led her to accept a date for a 1Night Stand.

Cameron Evans is one of Savannah’s most handsome, charismatic, and sexy bachelors. He’s an exceptionally gifted tour guide, and a psychic, but hasn’t learned how to turn off his gifts. Since his conversations with the dead are a turn-off for most women—to put it mildly—Cameron has turned to Madame Eve to find a woman who can accept him for himself and all he has to give.

They may be a great match—if a certain, lingering ghost would just step out of the picture.

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Excerpt:

What the hell is going on? A shadow flashed across the stone threshold, startling her. Her heart raced and she stumbled down the steps, her eyes flitting frantically back and forth, scanning for movement but finding none. Her clumsy feet tangling, she stumbled over a flat stone and toppled backward.

A sudden heat surrounded her and she paused in mid-fall, suspended over the dark pit of an open grave. Breathless and terror-stricken, it took her a moment to realize the warmth was strong arms wrapped around her. Back on her feet, she spun around to find Cameron, the tour guide, watching her with an amused expression.

“Are you okay?” He gripped her shaking shoulders.

“I’m fine, I just saw—I tripped.” Vannah tried to catch her breath, her mind racing with madness.

“You should watch where you’re stepping in a cemetery.”

“I didn’t expect—I didn’t realize they still buried people here.”

“You know, it’s frowned upon to be raiding graves at night around these parts.”

“I wasn’t raiding anything.” She jerked out of his hold and grabbed her bag from the ground, jamming her detector back inside. I’m glad none of my equipment ended up in that grave. She yanked her twisted camisole top and shorts back into place.

“What did you see?” His penetrating gaze sent a current through her chest.

“Nothing, I didn’t—there’s nothing to see, let’s go.”

“Whoa, whoa, hang on. Something scared you. Tell me what you saw.”

If she wasn’t throbbing with terror right now, she might have actually swooned under his gaze. “Are you deaf? I said I didn’t see anything.” She turned to walk away.

“Who is Mark?”

With a white hot jolt, her stomach bottomed out and her feet froze to the ground.“Who is Mark and why can’t he breathe?”

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Tell me what haunting traditions excite you in the fall season? Does your obsession with ghosts and ghouls fade after October 31^st? Or is there a part of you that just can’t get enough of spooky tales and things that go bump in the night? For me, I can never get enough; I suppose that’s why I’m drawn most into writing paranormal and urban fantasy. I need my fix of supernatural beings and mind blowing events to keep me happy.

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Happy Reading,

Kali Willows