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Aunt Belle and Dancer (explained below)
I think I
learned something new this past few weeks. It's been several months since Aunt
Belle was able to come visit. She and I are both caretakers for our husbands, so
sometimes it's hard for us to get together. This October was the first October
in a long while that she hadn't been here for a few days. As y'all are aware,
that month is when the Veil thins and make communication with the other
dimension easier. All during October, I kept waiting for a rise in activity
here at my house, but it didn't happen.
Finally, Aunt
Belle felt comfortable enough about leaving for a short vacation in November.
As we discussed possible dates and a short trip, she said to me, "Do you
realize there's a Friday the 13th in November?"
"Cool!"
I told her. "Can you get away then?"
"I'm going
to try. We haven't been back to Jefferson in a while, so how about we go
there?"
I agreed, and
although our first B&B choice was closed for repairs, I called my friend
and fellow author, Mitch Whitington, and asked him for a recommendation.
"You know I
want somewhere actively haunted," I said to Mitch.
"Claiborne
House," he said without hesitation. "Right now, it's the most haunted
B&B in town."
I made our
reservation, then started thinking about it. Our conversation confirming Aunt
Belle wouldn't be able to visit in October took place around the first part of that
mongh, during the final preparations for our Spirit Fest at the Beckham Hotel.
I think my ghosts here at the house listened in on the phone, which they do
consistently. Instead of causing mischief during October, I believe they saved
their energy for the week during which Friday the 13th fell.
Sure enough, my
ghosts were more visible that second week in November, and the spirit activity
even increased. In fact, there was one really strong spirit (not a ghost) whose
energy was as intense as any I'd ever felt before. On the Monday before Aunt
Belle arrived, I saw him standing in a little hallway that leads into our
master bedroom. He was extremely clear, except I couldn't see his face. He also
spoke to me, and I ran to the phone to call Aunt Belle.
"Your dad's
here," I said. "I've been feeling this really strong paranormal
energy from someone around here lately, then I saw him today. He's wearing a
blue and black and white plaid shirt, and he was standing in that little
hallway at our bedroom door. When I asked him what he wanted, he said, 'I'm
waiting here to see Al.' Your daddy always called you Al, and that's the type
of shirt he wore a lot. So I know it's him."
"It's about
time," she said.
"Why's
that?" I asked.
"He's never
come back to see me before. And yes, it has to be him. He always teased me by
calling me Al."
"Well, he's
here now, waiting on you."
"Tell him
I'll be there on Wednesday."
I really didn't
have to tell him, because I could tell he was listening in on the phone. And the first two photos on this blog are the ones I took of Aunt Belle and our rescue dog, Dancer, the day she arrived. They were taken about ten seconds apart. Her daddy was definitely in the room!
Of course, Aunt
Belle is really and truly my aunt, so that makes her dad my grandpa. Her dad
and my dad are half-brother and –sister. She's only four years older than me,
and we grew up next door to each other. The next house down the road and across
the holler was where my great-grandmother (Aunt Belle's grandmother), Grandma
Alice, lived. I don't remember Grandma Alice's husband, Grandpa Will, since I
was only two years old when he died. However, Aunt Belle was really close to
him. She spent nearly every day with Grandpa Will during her early childhood,
until he died.
Why am I talking
about Grandpa Will? Well, he played into the ghost story that happened here.
When Aunt Belle
got up after her first night here, I asked, "Well? Did Grandpa talk to
you?"
She sort of
frowned. "He didn't really talk to me, but come here and I'll show
you."
Grandpa Will in 1947 at the Cantner Homestead
In the Molly
Belle Suite, she pointed to a picture she had laid on one of the dressers.
"That's Grandpa Will. I know you don't remember him, but I sure do.
Something told me to bring that picture with me, and last night I laid it here.
I woke up about two p.m. and heard someone talking. I looked over, and Daddy
was standing there with two women. He was pointing at the picture and telling
them who it was. I'm pretty sure the two women were Alice and Belle, two of my
aunts."
"But he
didn't talk to you?"
"No,"
she said in a disappointed voice. "But then, I went back to sleep pretty
quickly."
Grandpa only
said one other thing to her the rest of the time she was here. We did glimpse
him several times, and one of those times was in the living room where we were
watching TV. There was a blond woman on there, talking about her company's
wonderful insurance.
"I wonder
if that woman knows how unattractive she is?" I asked Aunt Belle.
She burst out
laughing. "Daddy just said, 'She's as ugly as a mud fence.' I haven't
heard that saying for a long time. That was definitely Daddy we just saw
standing over there."
Aunt Belle had
to leave on Sunday, but we did spend our overnight at the Claiborne House on
Friday the 13th.
Aunt Belle at Claiborne House
And yes, we
encountered several ghosts. I'll report on some of those next week, although it
may take more than one blog to tell about all of them. I even have some photos
the owner shared with me.
See you then!
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As to the
writing, I'm working on the short story still. I cleared my plate while Aunt
Belle was here, not even checking in on my email and Facebook pages as often as
usual. But I'll work on it again this week. I've decided I really need to get
my mailing list filled out, so I'll be giving this story away to people who
sign up for it. If you're already on it, I'll send it to you, also. It will be
a few weeks, though. I have to get a neat cover from Angela after I finish it.
Thanks to all of
you who are buying Silent Prey, and
also leaving reviews. Both the buys and the reviews are really helpful. I
appreciate them from the bottom of my heart, and it's so very much fun to share
my books with y'all!
See y'all soon.
Boo!
T. M.
Wow. The pic on the right-hand of Aunt Bell and Dancer, that same energy that showed up on that photo is the same manifestations of the mist and the orange-red color that I got many times at my home. Yeah it's haunted lol. And.... You have quickly became my favorite author. My email is angeliawbrown@gmail.com if you want to contact me.
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Angelia