Boo!

It’s Halloween or Samhain, depending on your tradition. Tradition tells us that tonight the veil between the living and the dead thins and our ancestors can communicate with us. I don’t know if this is true or not, but I can feel a power, a strength growing as the shadows begin to lengthen. Maybe it’s my imagination, but I’ve always sensed something this time of year.

In the spirit of the season, I’m going to tell you a truly spooky story.

I have some difficulty with balance when walking, so I tend to go slow and be careful. A couple of years ago, I was in my writing office (AKA the guest bedroom). I started toward the doorway, tripped, put my arms up in case I fell, and focused on getting back my balance. I thought I had. Crisis averted.

The next thing I remember, I was flying headlong into the wall. Of the hall across from the office doorway. A good 8 feet from where I tripped. My hands were down and to my sides. The spot where my head apparently hit was about two inches higher than the part of my head that hit it. And I hit hard enough to make a huge lump, give myself two black eyes, and a concussion. We have hard heads in our family, so that was a serious hit. Especially since I was barely moving when I started.

Now, I’m not going to say I’m positive something supernatural happened. I’d be more than happy to find a scientific reason for this occurrence. I haven’t yet.

Wanna hear something even scarier? I’ve seen Christmas decorations up already. Honest. Run screaming now.

Above is the cover of my debut novel, a good spooky ghost story with romance. You can get the paperback, or you can download it on your Kindle or Nook or whatever you read ebooks on, and scare yourself to sleep tonight.

Do you have a personal spooky story? Would you like to share?

Have a happy and safe Halloween!