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!
Interesting post, Hillary! I know several people who have had experiences like yours.
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helenhardt.blogspot.com
Thank you so much Helen! It's good to know that more and more people have experiences and it is not just me! Thank you for dropping by.
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Creepy story, Hillary! I wouldn't have slept at all after that. Looking forward to your book release!
ReplyDeleteBernadette, your blog is gorgeous. Love the colors.
Hillary I was sleeping on the front porch of my parents house, almost asleep, when the screen door slammed and the a spark of light flew across the ceiling. I was paralyzed. I had to get past the front door in order to get into the house.
ReplyDeleteI finally did. I never slept out there again, I don't think I went out there after dark for a very long time. It could all be explained away, of course, static electricity, wind, etc...but still. It did not feel like that at the time.
Good post! I can't wait for your book!!
Jenn
Hi Vi! It was completely creepy. Every little sound woke me up and my head tried as hard as possible to figure out. Thank you for stopping by! I appreciate it! =)
ReplyDeleteJenn, that is a really, really creepy experience! I find the spark of light you saw facinating. Even for static electricity that would have to be really large. Thank you for sharing with me!
ReplyDeleteI like it when someone takes something in their lives that could have been traumatic, (or was), and changes it into a positive experience like a book. Fabulous! :D
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