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Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Tuesday Spotlight: Minnette Meador

by Minnette Meador

As he passed through, twenty or so ghosts littered his living room watching the last few minutes of the news. Keenan pulled air into his lungs before picking up the remote.

They were costing him a fortune. The TV, the radio, and even his computer were always on. Lights went off and on constantly. The heat would soar to eighty degrees in the middle of the summer and then plunge to fifty when the winter freeze set in. He couldn’t keep any pets; the instant they came into the house they hissed or yelped in terror and ran away. The neighborhood was full of cats that had once belonged to Keenan.

He couldn’t keep girlfriends either. The closer they got, the more convinced they were that he was on drugs, a serial killer, or terminally cracked. He hadn’t had a girl at his house in years; for some reason they got all heebie-jeebie on him when things started flying around or cold blasts of air unexpectedly lifted their skirts. One girl even had her panties removed, but not by Keenan. He was in the kitchen at the time. – A GHOST OF A CHANCE (JUNE 2011)

I’ve always been a fan of ghosts. Ghost stories, movies about ghosts, ghostly TV shows, and I’m even a member of the Ghost Hunters’ fan club. Let’s face it, I’m a devout ghostie

In my new book, A Ghost of a Chance, Keenan Swanson sees literally hundreds of ghosts. In fact, they make his life interesting (in a Chinese Curse sort of way). While I was researching and writing the book, it reminded me of my own experiences with ghosts.

When I was six, my family moved into a sprawling three-story house in NE Portland. It had plate glass leaded windows, a dumb waiter, even built in cabinets and shelves. There were four bedrooms and two bathrooms, just enough space for the seven of us. The night we moved in, my brother and I had to sleep in the same bed; the other stuff hadn’t arrived yet.

That night something very strange happened. I woke up in the middle of the night. Opposite the bed was a closet with the door open because of boxes. In the second story window inside that closet, I saw a very strange white face. It just hung there looking at us.

“Pat, do you see that?” I whispered to my brother.

“Yes,” he hissed back to me.

We both pulled the covers over our heads and shivered until we got up enough nerve to run to sleep in my parent’s bed. I know it was real: we saw it no less than six other times.

The second ghost I saw in that house was when I was there alone several years later. I must have been about 9 or 10 and sleeping in the downstairs bedroom. My sister had gone on a date and I was in bed sleeping. A noise woke me up and I thought it was Teri coming home. When I opened my bedroom door, there by the stairs in the shadows was a little girl. I could see the light from the top of the stairs shining in her eyes, her shoes, her dress. My reaction was almost the same as when I was six; I calmly closed the door, got back into bed, and pulled the covers over my head until Teri really did come home. I think I slept with her that night.

There were many other incidents in the house, but, though I was terrified, I later learned that there was really nothing to harm us. I did find out later that a car hit a little girl, who died out on the street in front of our house many years before, and that a painter had shot himself in the house.

So, tell me about your own ghost story! Share your experience here and I will post the top three on my blog this week! I’ll have a drawing for a very special prize between all the entries that I add to my blog.

In the meantime, I hope you’ll check out my new book A Ghost of a Chance. It’s full of ghosts, angels, demons, and one slightly used psychic who goes through a comedy of disasters to find his heart’s desire.

a paranormal romantic comedy
(Book I in the Ghost Series)
by Minnette Meador
Resplendence Publishing

Keenan Swanson is your typical, everyday graphic designer. Well, except for the hundreds of pesky, prank-loving poltergeists that make his life interesting (in a Chinese curse sort of way). He finds his situation precarious yet manageable—until witty, smoking-hot coworker Isabella enters the scene and Keenan decides he wants her all for himself. With a horny succubus who has other ideas, a burly city cop determined to lock Keenan away, and an evil entity who’s hell-bent on using Keenan’s seed to create a living demon, the reluctant psychic realizes he just might not come out of this alive—or with heart intact.

“Hysterical and very original!”
2-Time Rita Winner Wendy Warren

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I haven't had a close encounter where I "saw" a ghost but I have felt "something". My great-aunt lived in an old Victorian in the middle of nowhere Kansas. I used to go there every summer with family. The house was so old you had to use skeleton keys to open all of the upstairs rooms. There was one room that was always locked (it was used for storage).

The door was open one afternoon and I went in. I don't know why but the energy was different in that room. I was only a kid but I knew something was off. The feeling got worse so I made a run for it. I don't know what it was but I never went near that room again.

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