Paranormal Party–Psychic Time Back to Blog
Hi, everyone! Today it is my pleasure to have my Brava Writing With the Stars mentee, Dale Mayer, as my blog party guest! Dale has written a fabulous (dark, sexy, and exciting!) story for the Brava contest. Welcome to the party, Dale!! Hope you enjoy your stay.
Thanks to Cynthia for putting me on her guest list for the Halloween party. What a great place to hang out!
My most recent romantic suspense titles all have a form of psychic ability in them as I continue to feed my fascination with all things paranormal. But what starts this kind of interest? In my case, it was a very strange spooky occurrence that happened a long time ago. What better place to share this spooky take than on a Halloween blog!
This one evening I was working on my homework at the kitchen table on the second floor of this large empty house. There was a large kitchen window overlooking the empty field and the table sat in front of it. I sat so I was staring out the window. It was close to eleven at night. Because it was late at night and I had a light on in the kitchen, the window was a dark black space which showed nothing of the outside world.
I glanced up from my work to see a man walking inside the door. He was in his late twenties, with a lock of brown hair falling across his forehead. Dressed in jeans and a green plaid shirt, he was rolling back the cuff of the sleeve on his left arm. See the details are still so clear, even though it happened decades ago.
My reaction? I freaked. I bounced back from the chair and spun around. The same kitchen stove and cupboards were there. I spun around to look out the window but the man had gone. The things to remember here are:
• I was on the second floor.
• The front door was downstairs and was locked.
• I was staring into a window out at nothing – there were no other houses in front of me.
• The other side of the kitchen is what should have been in the reflection – there’s no door that can be seen from anywhere close to that window.
• The house was empty except for me at the time.
Alone, I was terrified because I thought someone had come inside my house. Rationally, I knew it couldn’t be possible, but I couldn’t convince myself. I searched the house, shaking and panicked, forcing myself to check closets, under beds etc.
Still shaking I called my mother and told her. She went really quiet by the time I was done. She said I should go and visit her next the day. At least she calmed me down and I could get back to work – in my own bedroom with the door locked until my roommate came home.
The next day, I went to my mother’s house after work. She waited for a few minutes, then pulled a picture out of the book she was reading and handed it over to me. I stared at it in shock. “This is him. This is the man that I saw in the window last night.” And it was – right down to the green plaid shirt and the man in the picture rolling the cuff back on his arm – left arm no less. I dropped the picture and asked her, “Who is he?”
The sad smile she gave me almost broke my heart, but it’s what she said that stunned me. “He’s your father.”
The same father who’d died over sixteen years earlier.
True story I swear. The overwrought imagination of young woman? Maybe. A visit from a father, long dead? Who knows? But I’ve been fascinated ever since!
What about you? Anyone else have a weird experience like that? What drives you to write about the paranormal? Share your stories with me, and one commenter will win an early copy of Cynthia’s ETERNAL FLAME.
Dale Mayer is multipubbed in non-fiction, and writes both adult and young adult fiction focusing on taut psychological suspense with romance and paranormal elements. She’s currently a finalist in Brava’s Writing for the Stars contest! Voting opened yesterday on October 11th and goes to the 24th. Come out and join the fun!