It all started with a towel. Can you believe it? Unlike many ghost stories mine is fairly tame. My grandparents owned a building that was built in the late 1800’s and was used a train stop in New Castle, Colorado. They opened a restaurant on bottom and apartments on top. I was around eight years old when I spent the night with my grandparents. After a shower and my nightly ritual, I was around the toilet when I looked past the corner to see my wet towel fly across the room and land by the washer and dryer. I didn’t get the chills, my hair didn’t stand on end, I just yelled out, “Sorry Grandma!”. I knew my grandma was already in bed and I just figured that she picked up my wet towel off the floor and tossed it in the laundry.
I finished brushing my teeth and entered the adjourning bedroom. When I looked to the bed, my grandma was fast asleep and I just stood there… wondering. What had happened? Knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep with questions running through my mind I gently shook her awake. I asked her if she had thrown my towel in the bathroom. She got a funny look on her face. She said she had been asleep since her head hit the pillow. I believed her. It turns out that I didn't sleep very well that night.
That experience set me on a path of questions that I’m still on. I know what I saw. I believe that ghosts exist. That wasn't my last run-in with ghosts. I had more as I got older and I knew that this was something that can’t be explained.
My books are contemporary paranormal that focus on hero and heroine’s extraordinary powers dealing with something from the beyond. I like to think that there is a connection between consciousness of an alive person and one of the dead. It’s a theme that deals with questions, powers and love. That’s what truly inspires me!