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A Halloween Post: Spooky and Unexplained Events

Romance Writers Weekly with coffe cup underneath and a mocha foam heart in cupSince we’re one day away from Halloween, the Romance Writers Weekly crew have been asked about spooky and unexplained events. Have you ever seen a ghost or witnessed something paranormal? Received a sign from a loved one in the hereafter? If not, share the oddest thing that’s ever happened to you that you can’t explain.

Although, I love paranormal movies and books, I don’t seek out the other side.  It’s the old “be careful what you seek” mentality.  I do, however, believe my late father contacted me on two occasions after his passing. I’ve also been witness to a couple of events where a friend’s daughter reached out to her.

We stay on the same street on the Outer Banks each year on vacation and have come to know and love four families. Our children have grown up together. One couple lost their daughter to cancer back in January 2011. That summer on the beach, on Heather’s birthday, she sent word while we were Cloud formation that says "Hi"all on the beach.  Doesn’t get anymore dramitic than saying, “Hi” than in the clouds.  Luckily, I had my camera in my bag.  Never have I seen clouds in letters! It was the most amazing moment. Heather’s mother told us many other signs she’d received from her daughter since her passing.

As for me, my sign came as I drove home after my father had died in 2008. Here’s an excerpt from a short I wrote to always remember the details:

In the predawn light, I left for my house to gather some things for the long day lay ahead.  As I shifted the truck into reverse, tears welled and spilled down my cheeks.  “Just let me know you are okay, Dad,” I pleaded.

About to cross the railroad tracks almost home, a large bird shot out from the brush in front of the vehicle and then back across just as quickly, disappearing into the oblivion.  I gasped, recognizing it was a dove, a symbol of peace. He was at peace. The site of the incident felt as relevant as the type of bird, but I couldn’t grasp the significance at the time.

A few weeks later, I sat under the Crepe Myrtles during lunch break attempting to read, with little success.  I gave into my rambling thoughts, allowing the nature around me to guide them.  The sights and sounds of the warm June day reminded me of summer visits to Dad’s home place in South Carolina.  It was like home to me as well, the farmhouse, pasture of horses and the long sandy driveway that I loved to run down barefooted.

And then I cam to me…Across the road from his childhood home was a railroad track! The dove had appeared before me at the instant I crossed the tracks close to my own home! It could have been any species of bird at any point on the trip home… I now understood.  He was at peace and he was home!

Lighthearted in revelation, I sat there with tears of joy in my eyes.  Suddenly, a beautiful red cardinal lighted on the limb of the tree above me, so close, I could have touched him. He cocked his head sweetly, stared down at me and serenaded me with a sweet song…Yeah, Dad’s okay!

Not having read this in years, I’d forgotten some of the details which make it even more compelling now.

I hope you’ll hop over to visit  Brenda Margriet and if you’ve haven’t visited Leslie Hachtel  please go back and check out her post for this week.

Happy Halloween



Romance Weekly – Flash Fiction Spooky

RomanceWeeklyIf you arrived here via Mikki Cober you know it’s Halloween Flash Fiction week for the Romance Writers Weekly crew! This week we celebrate All Hallows Eve with spooky tales of 300 words or less. Mine is a spin off from my story, White Doe, and comes in at 299 words.

Eva glimpsed at her pirate wench’s image in the bar mirror as she loaded drinks onto her tray. She’d taken great pains to create a sexy costume for Halloween. The Raven was already crowded as she headed to a group of tables by the surfside windows.

By right of occupation they belonged to the Pirate’s bike gang. Menacing tattoos, midnight races on the beach road and rumors of being shapeshifters gave the Outer Banks MC their reputation.

“Nice costume,” Cheyenne said, looking lovely as a Native American princess, and wife to, Shane, who gave her a slight wink with those mysterious golden eyes.

“Thanks.” Her gaze wandered in search of Shiloh.

“He’ll be here later,” Shane offered. “He had a late delivery at the marina.”

More members arrived dressed in their cuts, sporting a skull and crossbones with eye patch. After fetching another round for the bikers, she stepped outside for some air. A cool breeze kissed her heated cheeks as she climbed over the dune. The inky black Atlantic kissed the star studded sky while a crescent moon hung halfway to zenith.

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A sensation of being watched forced her to turn toward the dunes. Luminescent yet sensual eyes glowed in the distance. Intrigued, she remained still as the green orbs grew near. A quick flash of headlights cast beams against their owner. A red wolf vanished into the dark.

With a sigh of regret, she returned inside. As she retrieved her drink order, the hairs at the back of her neck prickled.

“How about one for me, sweetheart?” His southern drawl skittered along her skin like a caress. If sex had a tone, Shiloh held perfect pitch.

His tousled auburn hair framed his enchanting jade eyes…the same eyes…as the red wolf.

Dear God, she’d fallen for a shifter!

Hope you enjoyed Eva’s revelation and will hop on over to Jo Richardson‘s spooky tale.