The Perfect Ghost Town—Using paranormal elements in your writing
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When truth is stranger than fiction


One of the items on my bucket list is a plan to visit all 50 states. Because my home is in South Carolina I’ve seen many states on the east coast but few on the west coast.

Rhyolite, Nevada, is one town I’m dying to visit (pun fully intended). The town is northeast of Death Valley national Park and...it’s a ghost town. Thoroughly abandoned although numerous remains are visible.




But Rhyolite wasn’t always a ghost town.

In 1904 it was reported that two men, Eddie Cross and “Shorty” Harris, struck a rich ore in Rhyolite. In 1905 and during the gold rush, Rhyolite quickly established and grew to a population of 10,000. So large, the town sported an opera house, electricity, water, two schools, a jail, and a stock exchange. As quickly as it grew the town began to fall. In 1907 a financial panic started the downward spiral. By 1911, only a few hundred people remained, dwindling eventually to a few dozen, and then abandoned.

As we near Halloween, paranormal books will be higher than usual on the list of many fiction readers, including myself. And no wonder, because the paranormal has always incited our interest.
One of my WIP’s novels touches upon a Romany fortuneteller and Gypsy superstitions. Utterly fascinating and believable. Or not.

But this ghost town proves that truth is stranger than fiction. The town is open for tourists and has been used in movie shootings. The rocky landscape surrounding the ghost town provides the perfect setting.

As I mentioned, it’s on my bucket list. Would you be interested in joining me on a ghost town excursion? We can visit during the day if you prefer.




I posted this on my blog yesterday, and my son's girlfriend said it scared her.  Well, the weird happenings at my new house scared me.  I was beginning to wonder if I'd gone crazy or if I believed in ghosts...



            It began three nights ago.   Since then, I have felt the shivery feeling of someone watching me, day and night.
            That first night, I was standing in the bathroom getting ready for bed.  There came a loud thunk like a body dropping in the attic.  That was the beginning of three days of being frightened of the dark, which I never was before.
The episodes occurred at night.   The second night, I was awakened by lights flashing in the living room.  I leapt from bed, ran into the room bordering my bedroom and skidded to a halt.  The hair at my nape prickled.  The lights in the entertainment unit were blinking on and off.   I knew there was a short in the system that required a new power box.  I fumbled behind the unit, unplugged the wrong box (the modem for my Uverse services) and finally found the right one.  I turned to go back to bed.
The tall metal sculpture, each branch like a tall flower, started ringing as the pieces quivered.  Another eerie shiver crawled over me.   My cat Spencer could possibly have skidded on the wooden floor and crashed into the sculpture but he sat several feet away, staring at the vibrating limbs.  The thing shook until I placed my hand on it to quiet the awful noise.  Totally creeped out, I returned to bed but slept fitfully, waking early with the unwanted feeling of being watched.
Last night after I came home from having Buffalo wings with friends at a bar, I was reluctant to come in the house.   I only moved into this house on September 9th, living here for a little over a month.  When I first moved in, I didn’t feel this way.  I loved my new house.  During washing my face and brushing my teeth, I kept glancing over my shoulder to see if anyone was behind me.   No one, of course.  Or at least no one in human form.
Exhausted from several sleepless nights, I fell into a deep sleep immediately.  Later in the night, I heard strains of music in the living room when there should have been only silence.  Frightened now, I stayed in bed, calling my cat when he began to meow like a soft cry.
Today, I drove about 50 miles round trip to Whole Foods to buy a white sage smudge stick.  Being part Cherokee, my first thought was white sage.  I saged the entire house, chanting, Leave, you are not welcome here.  I was going to say that I don’t feel shivery or watched, but as I typed it, the feeling came back.   We’ll see what tonight brings.  Peace I hope.
 



I couldn't be more pleased by the write up, by Megan Houchin, of the Auburn Journal and the review she did of my debut book. She not only got the story, but it feels like she got me as well.

Best of all, I have received my first residual check and while it's not much, I'll be mailing off my first donation to Reach Out Worldwide.

I'm still waiting to hear if book II Antics, Antidotes, and Angel has been accepting, fingers still crossed.

It's been a pretty darn good week!

Thanks for letting me share.

deb