It's been far too long since I've blogged about some of the paranormal happenings in my life, and I have notes on several incidents waiting for the writing/telling. I'm going to make a huge effort to blog at least once a week, probably a Saturday. I just need a schedule I can adhere to, y'know? And I already missed this Saturday, because I got called out on two more investigations yesterday. As an aside, I was over at my son Joe's house Saturday morning early, and hub was teasing son about having plenty of time for this or that. I checked son's pocket in his shorts, but nope, I didn't see any time. Joe says if he figures out how to manufacture time, he'll start selling it and become a millionaire! I'm be one of his first customers. Oh, wait, I'll invest and make some money, too!
As to this new
blog, while visiting in Houston near the end of May, I ended up with a couple
of unplanned investigations. My sister-in-law, Pat, like her sister Ellen, is
fascinated with my paranormal work and writing, although they are both a little
skittish about it. Still, Pat tells folks about her crazy writer sister-in-law
who talks to ghosts. More in a minute, though.
First, news on
some free books I have available. Smashwords is running a promotion for the
entire month of July! So I've added two of my books there for you to get free,
with the coupon code SSWIN.
One is a
romance, Bittersweet Promises (Trana Mae Simmons), at http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/160356.
The other one
(same coupon code, SSWIN) is my paranormal mystery, Dead Man Talking, at http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/66400 (T.M. Simmons,
Tennessee Waltz (sweet romance, Trana Mae Simmons name) is also free at
Smashwords, Kobo and Barnes and Noble. Maybe by the time you read this Amazon
will have it free, but so far, no go from them, although you can get it at
Smashwords in the Kindle format. And Ghost Hunting Diary Volume I remains free
at all the e-book sites. Rather than clutter the blog with all the urls, y'all
can do a search at the various sites that handle your own personal e-reader if
you want a copy.
All right, now
the fun news. We stayed with Pat and her husband, Raymond, in Huffman, Texas, a
small town north of Houston. Pat is a feisty near-70 and still works nearly
every day at Tin Roof BBQ between Huffman and Humble, Texas. It has awesome
food, and Pat is one of those fantastic cooks. Every time we visit, I come home
with an extra pound or five.
Pat gets off
work around 2 – 3 p.m. She called around 1:30 p.m. the day after we arrived and
told me the owners wanted to know if I could come over and talk to their
resident ghost, Henry. Evidently, they had another paranormal investigator
scheduled to stay overnight on the following Saturday, and they wanted to see
what I picked up on, and if his investigation might confirm my findings. Interested,
I said sure, and hub and I left for the restaurant, about a 20 minute drive
The building is
large, with inside and outside seating. The owner's son explained Henry the
ghost seemed to be most active in an older portion of the building, which had
actually been moved to that site from somewhere in Houston. He led us into that
area, which he explained was mostly used for storage now. It held numerous
tables and chairs, had some ceiling fans and a bar. It appeared to have been
used once as a smaller ice house or bar. On the right/east side of the room
were the ladies and men's bathrooms.
Carol, one of
the waitresses, accompanied us. She told me she had a small measure of
sensitivity and had interacted with the ghost a few times. He had pulled her
hair and touched her. He also called out names now and then, and made his
presence known to other employees in various — sometimes spooky — ways . Some employees
refused to stay in that area of the building alone.
sensed a ghost, near the ladies' bathroom door. He was tall, dark and handsome!
A cute cowboy dressed in western clothing. He winked at me in a flirtatious
manner, and I felt he was a happy fellow. I smiled back and sat down to chat,
explaining to the others what I saw.
you said his name was Henry," I mentioned to the room at large.
what we call him," the son replied.
not," I denied. "His name is Bobby Joe. He says he tolerates y'all
calling him Henry, but his true name is Bobby Joe. He's quite content and
really likes being here."
I listened to
Bobby Joe a while and reported what he was saying. "He wants a beer,"
I said, then, "No, Bobby Joe. I can't give you a beer."
I went on,
"Now he wants me to dance with him." I shook my head. Had I consumed
a beer or two of my own, I might have gotten up and Cotton-Eye-Joe'd with Bobby
Joe, but I wasn't about to right then. Still, he held out his hand insistently
to me, and I laughed and continued to refuse the offer to dance.
We took a few
pictures, but I'd forgotten my digital and used a throw-away. Since I haven't
had time to get it developed, I'll have to let y'all know later if I caught
Bobby Joe on film.
As we were
leaving, Carol took me aside. Pat had already mentioned what Carol told me:
that she had a rather disruptive ghost in her house. She asked me if I could come
over and see what I could do about that, since the ghost was bothering her
sleep and her granddaughters were a bit frightened. Those who follow my ghost
stories know that if a child is involved, I'm there as soon as possible.
I'm not going to
reveal Carol's location, other than to say she lives in a apartment building in
town. Pat and I drove there and even before I got out of the car, I felt a
presence. Inside, the layout consisted of a living room and kitchen, a
downstairs bedroom and bath. The stairs led up to two bedrooms and a bath.
I met the two
granddaughters. One of them was extremely interested in what I was doing and
followed me around. I glanced at Carol at one point, to see if she objected to
the little girl being with me, but she only smiled an agreement.
The first ghost
I sensed was a very unhappy teenage girl, around fifteen. Not only unhappy, but
extremely frightened. I "met" her at the top of the stairs, and she
raced from me, into the bedroom on the left. She actually tried to hide in the
in that closet a lot," the little girl said.
seen her?" I asked.
really, but I know she's there."
scared," I said.
I walked toward
the closet, and the teen ran out and across the room, to cower in a far corner.
I turned and started talking soothingly to her, explaining that I wasn't there
to hurt her, only help. She finally relaxed enough to tell me she had been
killed in a car accident nearby and she only wanted to find her parents. That
she was so very frightened and didn't know what to do.
to be all right," I said softly. "I can help you cross into The Light
and not be scared any longer."
"Can I talk
to her?" the little girl beside me said.
course," I replied.
afraid," she said in the direction of the teen.
I took a few
more minutes and explained to the teen that she would be happier on the other
side of The Light, that she would be at peace. She wanted to know if her
parents would be there.
sorry," I said. "They're still alive. But…" I sensed someone
else and went on, "…your grandmother is there. She's waiting for
finally seemed to lose her fear. She is?
she said to me. She'll be there to meet
will," I assured her. "Are you ready to go?"
Yes. Yes, yes. Her tone was more that of an
exuberant teenager now.
I walked over to
the window and drew the curtain back. I faced east and opened a doorway.
I said with a nod at the door. "Go through there and you'll find your
She raced past
me and flew toward the opening in the sky. She did take time to glance back at
me and call, Thank you!
I left the door
open in case there were any other souls needing to cross and started back
some problems in this other bedroom," Carol said when I reached the head
of the stairwell. "Toys strewn around and things like that."
"It was the
teen," I assured her. "It won't happen again." But I went in and
looked around to reassure them…then frowned.
another ghost here," I said.
she responded. "Who is it?
I stayed quiet
for a moment. The other ghost lingered nearby, not masking his presence now,
which he'd evidently done before while I helped the teenager.
male," I said. "Probably in his fifties. Sort of grouchy."
Am not, he grouched.
"What's your name?" I asked.
I laughed rather
than snap at him. "No, it's not. My name is Simmons. Quit fooling around
with me and tell me your name."
chortled a bit and didn't seem as grouchy. First he mentioned a few other names,
and I kept shaking my head and saying, "No, that's not your name. Come
Richard, he finally said. But I go by Dick.
I sensed this
was now true.
Dick," I said sternly. "You're frightening the people in this
apartment. You've got two choices. Well, three. I can help you cross into The
Light, as I did the teenager—"
Don't want to go there, he interrupted.
leaves you two choices. You can behave yourself and stay here, if that's all
right with the people who live here." I glanced at Carol, and she nodded a
don't agree to behave and quit frightening them," I went on, "I can
banish you. Make you wander somewhere else."
I'll behave, he assured me. I didn't realize I was scaring them. I was just bored sometimes. But I
don't want to cross over yet.
sure you don't bother them again," I said. "Otherwise, they'll call
me and I'll come back. I won't give you a second chance. I'll go ahead and
banish you immediately."
We went back
downstairs, and Carol asked me to check her bedroom. "I feel someone
watching me in here sometimes," she said as she led me into the room.
"And sometimes the feeling wakes me up at night."
Dick," I told her, and looked behind me. The ghost had followed us.
"He won't do it again, though. So don't worry about it."
I won't, I promise, he assured me
You better not, I warned him, this time
telepathically. Or else.
A couple days
after we returned home, I asked Pat for a report on how things were going at
the apartment. I knew Bobby Joe was still prowling the restaurant, so I didn't
bother asking about him.
things have been totally quiet since you left," Pat assured me.
"She's glad you came and settled things down. Now, there's this other
friend of mine who wants to know when you are coming back down to visit. She
has a ghost in her house…."
So thus the
title of this blog: Who You Gonna Call? When this first started happening to
me, as my reputation for dealing with ghosts spread, I considered calling
myself a ghost-busterette. What do y'all think of that designation? Or is it
One last update
is what Pat told me in a phone call this morning. She had to run to the
bathroom the other day while she was at work. She used the one in the older
part of the building — unfortunately, it turned out. In a hurry, she left the
keys dangling in the lock on the outside of the door.
That Bobby Joe
does love to pull a good prank, and he did. Yep, when Pat tried to get out, the
door was locked! Thankfully, she had her cell phone in her pocket and didn't
have to pound on the door and make a racket that would embarrass her. She
called Carol, at the checkout register.
"I'm locked in the bathroom, Carol."
Carol hurried over
to the old building bathroom and let Pat out. "It was that ghost,"
she said. "There's no way that door can lock itself."
Pat wasn't sure,
but she's going to be a little more careful from now on when she uses that
Boo! T. M.