“What have you got?” Detective Peterson asked the medical examiner when he arrived at the factory.
“An employee found her boss dead on the floor when she arrived to work this morning.”
“Got a cause of death yet?”
“So far it appears to be an accident, but I’ll know more after the autopsy. My best guess is that he tripped on a large spool of thread and fell headfirst into a spooling machine.”
“Isn’t that what you’re here for, detective?” He stood up. “Need anything else from me?”
“Nope. Looks like you’ve got this case all sewn up.”
“Why do you keep this horrid thing around?”
Marla smiled. “Devon tried his best to make beautiful music on this piano.”
“But Devon is dead. The piano is decayed. And there’re things growing on it.”
“They’re called flowers, Eva. Flowers are nice.”
“Some flowers are nice. These look more like weeds.” She sipped her tea. “Kind of like that weed of a husband you had.”
“Which is why I had Devon cremated before his death could be properly investigated.”
“You killed him?”
“Yes. And his ashes are right where they belong. Rotting into the ground along with his precious piano.”
“I don’t think it’s open.”
“Of course, it isn’t,” Jake said. “That’s why it’s the perfect place.”
Kathy slammed the car door shut. “You promised
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me a night I’d never forget. This place is a dump and it looks abandoned.”
Jake ushered her to the entrance. “Trust me, you’ll never forget it.” He opened the front door and waved her inside.
“It’s unlocked?” Kathy narrowed her eyes. “Who leaves a business unlocked?”
Jake winked. “Someone who doesn’t care anymore.”
She peeked inside, then hesitated. “I’m not sure this is a good idea.”
Jake produced a knife. “Trust me, it is.”
“Come on, let’s shove him out this window and get out of here.”
“Why’d you have to hit him so hard?” Dave asked.
John gritted his teeth. “Will you shut up. Just open the window and let’s heave him out.” He grabbed the top half of Eric’s body and dragged him toward the window. “The body will be so mangled no one will suspect foul play.”
Dave paused at the window then backed up. “Uh, we have a problem.”
John noticed the swarm of bees around the window.
“Looks like we’re about to open up a hornet’s nest of trouble.”
I admit it. I have a fascination with the paranormal. Probably because I’ve seen or heard things that can’t otherwise be explained.
The third installment of The Scarry Inn Series, The Morgue, will focus on a
seance between friends. Since I’ve never had the pleasure of
participating in one, I had to Google seances to see what to expect. Below are a few things I learned.
- While it isn’t mandatory, it helps to have participants who are open-minded
- It’s helpful if the person in charge of conducting the seance is a medium or has psychic abilities.
- Place at least three candles in the center of the table.
- Ask yes or no questions
- All participants should hold hands
- End the session by thanking the spirit for coming and break the circle of hand-holding
I’d love to know if anyone has participated in a seance, and what your experiences were. My fingers are crossed that someday I’ll have that pleasure as well.
I admit it. I was skeptic. While I’d seen the televised effects of Dowsing or Divining Rods, I assumed their accuracy was user manipulation. But I recently had an opportunity to try them out on a paranormal investigation. And I have to admit, I was impressed.
Several of us novice investigators decided to try it out for ourselves. While one of us sat in a chair, holding onto the rods, another asked “the rods” to point to a specific person in the room.
And they did.
Still skeptic, we each tried holding the rods and asking similar questions. Each time it answered by pointing in the direction asked.
Do I think the rods have paranormal powers? Still not convinced. But I will admit to finding a pair on Amazon and ordering them. At least they’ll be fun to play with. Thoughts?
So excited to share the good news. The Scarry Inn, the first book in the Scarry Inn Series, reached Amazon’s #1 spot last week. To say I was excited is a gross
understatement. As any author knows, having people actually reading your book is what we live for.
My hope is that everyone who bought the book enjoys it enough to leave a review. Word of mouth is the best promotion.
Again, my sincerest thanks to everyone who made this milestone possible.
We may be getting up in years, but my sister and I have made
going to the Ozark Empire Fair a tradition for almost ten years. No kids,
no grandkids, just the two of us.
There’s nothing more fun than doing what we want when we want. The view from the Ferris Wheel at night is spectacular. The lines are long, but worth the experience.
Do you still go to fairs? What’s your favorite ride? BTW we may be old, but we still ride the Tilt-A-Whirl, too. Kids at heart.
I’ve been wanting to visit The Crescent Hotel in Eureka Springs for years. Many of my friends and family boasted about their fun experiences and creepy encounters. Finally it was my time to visit. Once again I dragged my sister, Carol, along for the ride. Luckily, she’s also a big fan of ghost hunting.
The creepiest part of the trip was the drive down. Being a new customer of a GPS, I mistakenly allowed this gadget to guide me to the hotel. We drove down narrow, washed out dirt roads that no sane person would ever attempt. I was certain I’d bust a fuel or water pump before we arrived at our destination.
Finally, miraculously we arrived at the hotel. I told the clerk about our horrifying trip and he replied, “You have a GPS?” He nodded as if this happens all the time. I was not amused.
The ghost tour began with a brief history of the hotel. We followed our guide on a tour of the morgue and eventually to the rooms in the hotel which they claimed to be the most haunted.
Unfortunately nothing interesting happened during the tour. Later that evening, Carol and I toured the hotel and the grounds on our own. We took pictures of anything of interest, but we saw and heard nothing suspicious.
However, when we looked at our pictures later, we noticed something that might be interesting. If you’ll look to the right of the posted picture, you’ll see what looked to me like a woman in a long flowing white gown and white hat. I had to Google to see if the Hotel ever experienced such an apparition. It did – A woman in a flowing gown who floats through the garden and perches on balconies
is a frequent guest of the hotel. Tell me what you think?