I AM ALSO AN AUTHOR
So far, I have only written this one book, a compilation of short, true ghost stories. A follow up is in the planning stages. I am also working on two other books. Watch this page for more information.
Excerpt from the short story, The Police Station:
At one point, my husband and I were working together on ghost investigations with a medium from a neighboring town, and he wanted to investigate a haunted police station. The police chief had told this medium that he had been getting complaints from his officers at how creepy it was to work in the building after dark, or overnight. Weird sounds, shadows, flickering lights, and barely audible voices were some of the officers' complaints.
The chief was mostly skeptical, himself, but he didn't want a mutiny of his officers, so he invited us down to check it out. The investigation team included 3 mediums, myself included, my husband, and about five or six other paranormal investigators, armed with the usual ghost hunting tools-meters, audio recorders, video cameras, etc.
We split into two groups, one going to the jail cells in the back of the building and one staying in the office area and the evidence lockers/room. Immediately one male spirit was detected by the evidence lockers (like high school hall lockers), because he was guarding "his stuff". He didn't want it to get stolen.
One of the other investigators got evidence from a mangled bicycle. The owner had died when a car hit him, and he was staying by his bike, waiting for help.
It started getting exciting when the one team at the cells started getting good evidence-photos of light rods, orbs, the spirit of a jailer, and a restaurant worker who used to bring food to the prisoners in the 1940s. (Back then, there was a restaurant next door, which had a contract to feed the prisoners.
At some point, I wandered away from that group (I really wasn't attached to either group, I was floating between the two, so that each group only had one medium.) I had consistently been drawn to a locked door in the back that had no signage on it. I kept getting the feeling of intense heat, like from a house fire, and stark terror. I wanted to ask the chief, but he was by the cells with everyone else, so I waited.....(please read the book to finish the story.)
At one point, my husband and I were working together on ghost investigations with a medium from a neighboring town, and he wanted to investigate a haunted police station. The police chief had told this medium that he had been getting complaints from his officers at how creepy it was to work in the building after dark, or overnight. Weird sounds, shadows, flickering lights, and barely audible voices were some of the officers' complaints.
The chief was mostly skeptical, himself, but he didn't want a mutiny of his officers, so he invited us down to check it out. The investigation team included 3 mediums, myself included, my husband, and about five or six other paranormal investigators, armed with the usual ghost hunting tools-meters, audio recorders, video cameras, etc.
We split into two groups, one going to the jail cells in the back of the building and one staying in the office area and the evidence lockers/room. Immediately one male spirit was detected by the evidence lockers (like high school hall lockers), because he was guarding "his stuff". He didn't want it to get stolen.
One of the other investigators got evidence from a mangled bicycle. The owner had died when a car hit him, and he was staying by his bike, waiting for help.
It started getting exciting when the one team at the cells started getting good evidence-photos of light rods, orbs, the spirit of a jailer, and a restaurant worker who used to bring food to the prisoners in the 1940s. (Back then, there was a restaurant next door, which had a contract to feed the prisoners.
At some point, I wandered away from that group (I really wasn't attached to either group, I was floating between the two, so that each group only had one medium.) I had consistently been drawn to a locked door in the back that had no signage on it. I kept getting the feeling of intense heat, like from a house fire, and stark terror. I wanted to ask the chief, but he was by the cells with everyone else, so I waited.....(please read the book to finish the story.)