Rita Bay's Goosebumps

If you like true author ghost stories, you're going to LOVE Rita Bay's blog.  This month, she's bringing readers spooky tales from authors like me: http://ritabay.com/2013/10/09/author-giselle-renarde-tells-her-paranormal-tale/

and Graeme Brown: http://ritabay.com/2013/10/07/shadows-by-graeme-brown/

and Rita herself: http://ritabay.com/2013/10/02/my-familys-home-by-rita-bay/

Keep an eye on http://ritabay.com all month for more spooktastic stories from other authors!
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I'm Missouri and this is my true author ghost story

My family has a history of strange occurrences, sightings and the paranormal. The women are all what you'd call sensitive. After my grandpa died there were a host of small things that happened to everyone. A ring missing for years miraculously appeared inside a cup in the cabinet while my aunt was moving. A ring of mine reappeared after disappearing in a separate state, nearly three years previous. It was in the bottom of my closet under a slipper. Sometimes we smell cigarette smoke out of the blue, no one in the family smokes, but Grandpa did.

So believe me when I say, I don't freak out over these things easily. Something has to be pretty spooky to get to me.

Some friends and I went down to Athens, OH. Which, if you've not heard of this place, it's near an incredibly haunted abandoned mental hospital and Ohio University. We'd heard a rumor about some train tracks that had a phantom light, and wanted to see for ourselves.

Let me say now, we never made it to the tracks. There were four of us in the car, I was in shotgun lacking a driver's license and a college friend was driving. We were in the national park, and it was pretty clear we'd gotten lost. Dead trees lined the road, adding the creep factor. We could see animals' eyes flashing from the forest and for some reason, in spite of a clear as crystal sky, we could see no stars. Just the huge, full, moon. It was like it was watching us.

Then, strange noises started to interrupt the music on the radio. Noises turned to voices. Grumbling voices. It got incredibly tense in the car and one of the girls in the back seat started mumbling to herself. The driver was clearly spooked and stopped the car.

I swore for a moment I smelled cigarette smoke, and told her to turn the car around and get us out of there pronto. Whatever it was going on there, I had this feeling my grandpa wanted me out of there.

As soon as we cleared the trees, the stars were in the sky again, and my cellphone rang, it was my brother. He'd gotten worried because he hadn't heard from me after I left his place nearly an hour before. He'd tried to call, but couldn't get through before then.

As you can imagine, I haven't been back to Athens since then. I don't know what might have happened if we'd stayed stopped on the side of the road, or if we'd continued, but I do know that Grandpa was warning me.

I've been seeking out paranormal experiences most of my life, and until then, had never really been scared.

But it wouldn't be the last time something raised the hair on the back of my neck. That, however, is another story entirely.

Cheers,

Missouri Dalton

Author of The Night Wars Series and The Grave Watchers

I'm Jessicca Collins and This Is My True Author Ghost Story

I'm from a rural part of Southeastern Kentucky.  Ghost stories, Tall Tales, and Jack Tales are an intricate part of our culture.  I've heard all the standard regional stories, haunting tales about unrequited love, greed, and practical jokes gone awry- fables meant to teach lessons as much as entertain.  Although, looking back I feel that the adults were more entertained by our shrieks and fear more than we enjoyed hearing them.

Because of these tales, I become hooked on the paranormal- anything to experience that rush of adrenaline when you meet your fears and your body grapples with its own fight or flight response.  More specifically, I became interested in life after death.  I knew about paradise and purgatory outlined by a strict Southern Baptist upbringing, but there had to be more than that.  Maybe it was rebellion against religion, maybe it was insatiable curiosity, or maybe it was the doctors constantly telling me, a child of seven, that her father was sick and he only had a few years left- but I started asking about ghosts and true ghost stories. As I grew older I read everything about the Occult I could get my hands on. (My Dad is now well, but still suffers declining health and is confined to a wheelchair.)  I wanted to know what was behind the ominous creaks and voices everyone whispered about.

My childhood home was situated in a valley and surrounded by densely wooded mountains.  There was an abandoned, collapsed coal mine high on one ridge where unclaimed bodies lie buried under rubble and rock and a cemetery in my backyard.  Yeah, I heard some strange things.  I'd hear a woman calling my name when there was no one in the house, strange marks were scorched on the wooden walls, and playful knocking on my bedroom window.  After a while, I wasn't afraid. Honestly, there's not a lot out there that frightens me.

When I turned eighteen, I married and moved.  My husband and I had a son when I was twenty and I became so engrossed in school and motherhood that I forgot about ghosts and spooks.  Then, late one night I awoke with the feeling that someone was watching me.  It's wasn't a specific feeling, just a crawling, hair-standing-on-end, sensation that bothered me enough to rouse me from a deep sleep. 

I was greeted with an ugly, grotesque...THING looking down at me from behind my headboard.  It looked more demonic than ghostly.  My heart skipped a few beats and I could see dripping fangs behind cracked lips, almost as if it delighted in my fear.  That's when I remembered that I wasn't afraid.  It could only hurt me if I thought it could.  So, I turned over and pulled the covers up and over my head and forced myself back to sleep.  Whatever it was, it didn't bother me again.

I started visiting a psychic shop a few cities over for fun one Halloween with my brother.  In the beginning, I was more curious than anything.  I liked talking with the women there, so I continued going.  One of them picked up on a dark entity that seemed to follow me.  I didn't think much about it, but I accepted her complimentary sage smudge stick and headed back home.  The dried bundle of herbs stayed in my sock drawer for over a year before I decided to use it.  My son started waking me at night screaming and begging me to sleep in his room with him.  He claimed that a man with an ugly face played with his toys and scared him.

I hated seeing my son so frightened, and by that point I was pregnant with my daughter and wasn't getting a lot of sleep anyways.  We were both cramped up in his little Cars bed and miserable.  I started saying prayers in his room and I felt better, but his nightmares continued.  He even started telling other family members about the 'Black Man' in his room.

I hoped it was his imagination, but the Psychic's warning haunted me in the back of my mind.  It came to a head one morning around three o'clock when I thought I heard Connor walking down the hall.  I got out of bed and opened his bedroom door only to see blood oozing down the wall next to the door.  When I flipped on the lights, the wall was fine but I'd woken Connor from his sleep.  Seeing fake oozing walls actually frightened me more than the Spook watching me sleep.

The next day I sent him with my mother while I cleansed the whole house with sage.  I chanted prayers, hung crosses, and left open bibles in every room.  The Thing must have went away because Connor hasn't mentioned him since and the house feels much brighter and more welcoming.

I know there are a lot of skeptics out there and they can probably come up with rational explanations for everything I just described, but now I think twice before dabbling in things that would rather be left alone. I'd rather not be party to inviting nasty things back in my home.

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I am a romance/erotic romance author with Secret Cravings Publishing.  I currently have one erotic short release, Bi-Curious, and a novel contracted for electronic release in January 2013.

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I'm Deryn Pittar and This Is My True Author Ghost Story

I didn’t just see one spirit – I saw three at once; enough to convince any sceptic.

It was about ten years ago and I had just had my fifth operation.  My sight was slowly failing with low pressure glaucoma, requiring surgery to constantly reduce the pressure in both of my eyes.

I had nil by mouth from 8 a.m. and had the surgery at 2 p.m. I was looking forward to a drink and was propped up on the hospital bed, in the Recovery Room.  One wall was lined with patients recovering from surgery, moans emitting, drips evident and two nurses busy checking on them.  I was at one end, back to the windows, feeling utterly shattered.  I didn’t know how I could keep on having this surgery; coping with the sore eyes, weeks of recovery and unco-operative eye pressure. 

The eye had been operated on under a local anaesthetic, so was not hurting. I had not taken any type of medication, sedative or otherwise. I was stone cold sober but at that moment I reached rock bottom emotionally. I was utterly tired of being brave.

As I sat there, waiting for the Nurse to bring me a cup of tea, I decided I would have to accept going blind gracefully and stop fighting it all the way. I resigned myself to whatever the future held.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw light and turned to my right.  There, standing close beside my bed was the outline of a large human shape – head, shoulders and straight down each side. Across this shape were bars of light about 4 inches wide with each alternative bar having angled slots of soft rainbow lights flashing as they moved across the form.  I knew it was a man. I looked to the other side and there were two other human outlines.  The smaller one I knew to be a child of about 11 and the other taller one, a female form, smaller in width and height than the large male shape on my left.  I looked around the room. No one else seemed to be noticing them. The nurses fussed and continued to walk about.  I looked back at the spirits in awe and they stayed with me for many minutes, before finally fading away.

I knew then that I would never ever be alone. Should I lose my sight and go blind I would always have them with me.

I have been so lucky. I’ve had more surgery since that day, and my sight is holding.  Each operation is hard to cope with but I know that I have three spirits who watch over me. That is why they came that day; to reassure me at my moment of deep despair. To show me I would never be alone no matter what life threw at me. Seeing them gave me comfort and strength and I believe utterly in the existence of spirits because I’ve seen them.

Read my poetry at: http://derynpittar.tumblr.com/
www.derynpittar.co.nz
writing as Virginnia De Parte
author of "Love's Bright Star"
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I'm Giselle Renarde and this is my RIDICULOUS True Author Ghost Story

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How Ghosts Put A Damper On My Love Life

Since last Halloween, we've been resting up here at True Author Ghost Stories, getting ready to provide you with new tales of the paranormal.  Of course, ghosts don't appear on demand (or maybe they do--what do I know?) so these TRUE stories only come up with they come up.

Speaking of which, last night my girlfriend Sweet and I had an encounter I wanted to tell you about.  This story is a little on the "adult" side of things--beware!

If you follow me on twitter, you might have heard me mention that my girlfriend's place of employment has been investigated by the Ghost Hunters team more than once.  She'd kill me if I told you exactly where she works, so let's just say it's a hospitality type place.  On twitter, I also mentioned that I'm a weenie and no way I'd be visiting her at work again, knowing the place was haunted.

It's funny, but Sweet's been working in this place for almost ten years and she's only just starting to tell me about the spooky occurrences she's encountered first-hand.  Mostly, it's noises.  She says that, after working in a place for almost a decade, you get used to the noises of the building settling.  You know what's "normal" and what's... "paranormal"?

Sometimes, when she's closing up at the end of the night and she's absolutely alone in the building, she hears things.  Footsteps.  Creaks.  Movement.

She says she's not afraid.  Not afraid, not exactly, but it does spook her because she gets the sense there's something else right there.  She tells me she once took a staff photo, and there was a weird hazy figure in it.  Last month, she closed up with another girl, and just as they were leaving they both saw a figure moving across the room.

So, yesterday I went to work with my Sweet.  Yes, even after declaring myself a weenie too afraid to set foot in a haunted building.  I was just CRAVING my girlfriend's company.

At the end of the night, after she'd closed up shop and everyone else had gone home, Sweet locked all the doors and gave me that look.  THAT look--you know the one.  Well, she'd got me so hot on the ride up there, shoving her hand down my top as she drove.  At one point, we got each other so turned on we had to pull over and take off some clothes.

We were really, REALLY hot for each other by the end of the night, so she pulled me into a dark corner and kissed me.  Or maybe I kissed her.  I don't know, it was all just a frenzy of sexual activity.  We were pawing at each other, touching and pinching and rubbing.  I couldn't believe it when she pulled down her pants.  We were at work!  But, hell, we were at her work so it's not like I could get fired.  I dropped to my knees and went at her right there.

Suddenly, she stiffened.  I felt it in her body.  She pulled up her pants and fumbled with the zipper, then shifted away from me and into the next room.  I wasn't exactly sure what was happening, even when she came back with a blank sort of look on her face.

I asked, "What's wrong?"

She said.  "Nothing.  Just the ghosts.  We should leave now."

I laughed because I thought she was joking, and I asked again what was up.

"I heard a noise," she said, totally serious.  "Footsteps, creaks. In the other room.  It was the ghosts."

Well, I didn't hear a thing.  I was too caught up in my frenzy of horniness to notice any ghosts, but they sure put a stop to our sex.

Okay, not really, because as soon as we were out driving on those dark country roads, we started unzipping and pawing and playing all over again.  Like teenagers!  Those ghosties my girlfriend hears might have wanted to put an end to our naughtiness, but I guess they only succeeded in driving us away.  We wouldn't stop for the world.

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Giselle Renarde is author of:

A Tale of Fur and Flesh

Princess Lally was a happy child until her mother’s untimely death.  It was then her devastated and distraught father locked himself away, leaving Lally to grow into adulthood without parents to care for her.  When the King finally emerges after ten years, he is no longer the man Lally remembers from the halcyon days of youth.  He has descended into lunacy, and is intent upon marrying his daughter.

Lally’s joy at her father’s return quickly becomes rage, and she takes refuge in the darker realms of her personality, surrounded by a forest of shape-shifting creatures. Disguised as a peasant girl under layers of furs, she seeks shelter and protection in the land of the good King Aelwyn.  Will Lally remain in the dark world of the shapeshifters and succumb to the same madness that has overtaken her father, or will she find relief from her suffering in the one man who treats her with kindness?

Warnings: This title contains graphic and sexually explicit language. 

Available from eXcessica

Sable GHOST Hunter

Yes, I hunt ghosts. This has been one of my favorite hobbies for years. I have hunted ghosts longer than I have written erotic romances. I have always been fasccinated by the supernatural and I used to be afraid of it - but I'm not that afraid any more. I think it was because I didn't really understand - but I have taken pictures and videos and gotten electronic voice phenomena and I have realized that ghosts are just people - dead people - but just people. And the more you delve into it the more luck you will have. It's like you get their attention. Let me tell you a few stories. My husband and I had went to Oklahoma to take my brother to law camp and after we dropped him off at one of the universities - we got us a hotel room and he indulged me by taking me to a couple of cemeteries that I had researched and was interested in. One of them was really creepy - there was supposedly a grave there of a young woman - the daughter of a preacher. This girl had died in a car wreck and her father was convinced that she was going to hell. He died shortly after - a broken heart I guess and there were reports that you could hear his voice wailing "She's lost. She's lost. My Lorena (I can't remember the exact name) has gone to hell! And oddly enough there were multiple reports - one from a surveyor and crew that had been working in the cemetery and one from a whole group of people attending another funeral. WEll, the day that we went was blistering hot and I couldn't hang around to go back at night - so to say the least I didn't meet up with Lorena or her dad. However, that night when we got back to the hotel room- I got a little shock. I was nuts with my camera and equipment and would take photos everywhere so I had been shooting in the hotel room and around and had gotten a few orbs but nothing else. That night my husband and I went to bed and just a few minutes after we had lain down something slapped the crap out of my foot. It wasn't a mean slap - just a HEY YOU - LOOK AT ME! slap. It scared the crap out of me. I was convinced that there was someone in the room. I insisted that Jason get up and look around and he did - under the bed, in the bathroom, in the closet but - NOTHING. We were alone. He just said - "it's one of your ghosts - what do you expect? Well we went to sleep and the next day as he was loading the car he came in laughing. He said - "I know where your ghost came from - look" HE took me outside and I had not realized the hotel was right next to a funeral home.
WE have had stuff happen in our home, too. We had Mexican tile in a sunroom that was right behind our living area and the couch that we sat on was right next to a wall. Behind that wall was my computer desk and a dining table chair where I would sit to do my 'ghost research'. The chair that I would sit in would make a very distinctive scraping noise when you would get up out of it - there wasn't another sound like it.
Anyway one night we were on the couch watching TV and I heard - Jason did too - that chair scrape backwards as if someone heavy had gotten up out of the seat. WE looked at each other - eyes wide and Jason jumped up to go see who was in the sun room. Nobody. We felt funny - sat back down and it did it again. In fact over the next few days, it did it several times. Jason got so worked up about it that he went in and put tape on the floor where the chair was sitting so we could measure how far it moved - and it did several inches. The only thing I regret was that we didn't set up a camera but for some reason we didn't.
I have bunches of stories - I have taken full body apparition photos - most of the better ones were taken at battlefields and plantations over in Mississippi - but I am not afraid anymore. After all - one day I will be a ghost, too. And I plan on having a haunting good time.
Visit me at my website - sablehunter.com
I write 3 types of erotic romances - cowboy, paranormal and contemporary.
I am published with Secret Cravings and also selfpublished on kindle.
It was nice talking to you.
Sable Hunter

A Ghost in My House!

Hi there folks! Just thought I'd share a story that believe it or not, is true and it happened to me. And Halloween is the best time to talk about ghosts!

A few years ago hubby and I both experienced strange things in the house we were living in at the time. I saw a dark shadow walk across the bedroom doorway at the end of the hall more than once. It was something I would glimpse out of the corner of my eye, but when I looked there was nothing there.

Most everything I experienced happened in the bedroom. A picture of us was turned down on the dresser one day. The light over the bed came on by itself, waking me, and the bathroom door closed by itself. Then another night, after I'd gone to bed and was half asleep, I felt the mattress dip on the other side of me as it would do when hubby joined me. It dipped so much that I rolled to the side. I reached out to touch hubby but no one was there. Now that was freaky!  But more frightening was the one and only time I caught a look at someone staring down at me as I slept. Something woke me, and when I opened my eyes I saw the white outline of a man next to my bed.

I never felt threatened by what was happening. And I didn't speak of the strange things going on because I knew hubby was a non believer of anything that couldn't be explained, or made total sense. Then one day out of the blue he said to me, "I think something's going on here."  I asked him what and he told me that during the day, while I was at work, he'd hear the door open and call out to me thinking I'd come home early. Only to look and see no one there. He said he heard voices, and other noises he couldn't explain.

That's when I opened up about my experiences. Could someone have died in that house, and their spirit was still there? Who knows? We eventually named the ghost Henry. And when we moved he stayed behind.

Tory Richards
Romance with an Attitude Blog
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