It's always a treat to feel like one has discovered something new all by one's self. I rely on the OOTB for many "heads-up" on new books coming out, but recently, I found the cutest paranormal romance story. Great summer reading for anyone who likes their vampires stories alight with romance and humor.
I speak of
The Remarkable Miss Frankenstein by Minda Webber. The title alone grabbed my eye. Although, to be honest, MY book doesn't have the cute little bat guy on it. That would have caught my eye too.
The short of the story is that Claire Frankenstein (YES, Those Frankensteins!) has an obession with obtaining a prestigious Scientist of the Decade Award. To do that, she must prove her theory - that Vampires and Werewolves DO exist. That is when the fun begins! One of her competitors for the prize is none other than Dr. Jekyll! Guess what HE is working on...*grin* AND you get to find out what truly became of the original Frankenstein's monster. Up for the challenge? Read the story and let me know what you think!!!
I was visiting a really nice blog last night that belonged to Annalee Blysse. She had a really cool story regarding the paranormal and it got me to thinking......oooh, bad I know LOL.
I ask YOU, the reader:
Have you ever, even for 2 minutes, somewhere, some time in your life, experienced a paranormal moment????????
It might be Deja Vu, ghost-like phenomenon, or knowing what someone was going to say before they said it, BUT it had to freak you out! I mean, paranormal shouldn't make you feel complacent, it should put goose bumps on your arms, raise the hairs on the back of your neck, shake you out of your comfort zone.....that type of experience.
I will share my story, but
PLEASE bear with me. At this point I wish I was a bonified author so I could write the words to turn your bones to frozen jello as mine were when it happened.
Specifics are hard to remember from when I was 9 yrs old. My memory has narrowed the focus down to "the moment when
IT happened", but I'll try.
There used to be an old neighborhood school that, due to children being bussed to larger schools in the city, was shut down, boarded and abandoned to the elements and teenaged vandals. It became a place where the older kids challenged the younger by daring them to enter through the broken ground level windows in the basement of the building. The glass had all been knocked out years before. It was always blackest black down there with an eerie, shiveringly cold breeze that seemed to "puff" out at you when you walked by the sill.
Eventually, as I knew it must, it was my day to be "challenged". I had walked by the black holes of the basement numerous times on my way to the swing sets. The windows were easy to ignore. You just didn't look as you went by and on a hot summer's day, the chilled air actually felt good. On that day however, the air seemed to change; still cold but nowhere near the word "refreshing". As I walked toward the rectangle of black, those "puffs" I'd mentioned seemed to pause. It could be said that the building had held its' breath; for what, I couldn't fathom.
With a group of 4 other kids around me, urging me on, I slowly walked towards the chosen window. To say I was feeling nervous was an understatement. I was so petrified, I should have been a fossil. Soon, much too soon, I was standing at the window, looking down into the complete blackness that was inside. The kids behind me were getting antsy, seemed my progress was too slow for them... like that was a surprise? Geez!
Gulping for breath, I squatted down and leaned into the sill. Yup, the cold air was there but seemed a tad colder. Sure was black. Does black have depth? It felt like it. I leaned forward, further, scanning but seeing nothing . At that point, I couldn't see the window frame around me, as I was leaning too far in. Shifting my eyes back up towards the ceiling it happened. Air, super chilled air puffed out at me and there, suspended in mid- air, surrounded by dark nothingness was one single, bloodshot emerald green eye. It was looking directly at me.
A 9 yr old girls' screech is a high pitched and grating affront on ears and it scared the crap out of the kids behind me, including the "older challengers". I pushed myself away forcefully from the window and was incapable of nothing but gibberish and gasping breaths. Of course, after the initial fright, the kids rushed to the window expecting to see something ultra-cool.
Nothing. Nothing was there for them to see. The kids all turned to look at me. What did I see? "A green eye?" I said. Their reaction; " Oh, yeah, riiight, sure you did." What a disappointment it was for them. And I have to say, maybe for me too. Why? Because after all these years, I sometimes wonder, what did I REALLY see? What could something like that have been? If someone, even one kid, had seen it for a split second, a nano-second even, what decisions or paths would I have made and/or chosen different in my life because of that event?
A year later, the wrecking crews came. Within one day, with old alumni and neighborhood families watching high upon the hill, a school that had been standing for more that 50 years was gone in a grey cloud of dust and rubble.
Such is progress and the story of my possible encounter with the paranormal.
Please reader, what do you think??? Did I qualify for a paranormal moment?????
