Things that Go Bump in the Night



“When are you going to write something without ghosts?” says my father.

“Hmm…good question,” I think. Unfortunately, I don’t think we really choose a genre.

In my mind, the ghosts want me to write their stories.

I remember one of the first books I ever checked out of the school library was a book about ghosts. But, I never thought of ghosts as scary. I thought of them as mysterious. I remember playing on a tire swing as a kid and imagining some little ghost children from the 1800s were my imaginary friends.

My class project in elementary school was to explain the process of mummification in Egypt. I wrapped my best friend in toilet paper. I was overjoyed.

My best friend in middle school, Christa and I resolved to become blood sisters in the cemetery at midnight one Halloween. I don’t think we ever did it (mainly because I’m terrified of needles) but I loved the spookiness of the idea.

I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t fascinated by the supernatural.

So, will I stop writing about ghosts? I don’t know.

If I do, I imagine some otherworldly element will find its way into my writing.

But, tonight it is Halloween. It is a dark and stormy night – and I love it.




2 thoughts on “Things that Go Bump in the Night”

  1. I read your 1st book and remember that you were working on another…….

    Did it come out and I missed it?

    Sent from my iPhone


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