Sunday, July 25, 2010

Guest Blogger: Victoria Roder

The winner of Victoria's book is: Trixie. Congratulations, Trixie. Send me your contact info and I'll pass it along to Victoria. Thanks to everyone who participated.

Ghost Hunting

On the heels of the television show Ghost Hunters®, new paranormal investigation teams are emerging in towns all over the United States. With my own interest in the paranormal, I have recently joined Foothill Paranormal Investigations of California as an honorary member.
http://www.meetup.com/Footfhill-Paranormal-Investagi/?a=wm1_gn

What can cause the hair on your arms to rise? Is it a sense of being watched? Seeing a shadow out of the corner of your eye? Perhaps, it’s a sound that shouldn’t be there but is. A residual haunt is a continual playback of a past event. The ghost will repeat an action over and over, but not interact with people. An intelligent haunt is a ghost that can attempt to communicate or interact with us. I live in a hundred-forty year old house farm house and if I thought every unusual sound was from the beyond, I would have moved out long ago. Interest in spirits has been around since the beginning of time, but it has been brought to the forefront by the fascination of the ghost hunting reality shows.

A friend shared with me, her experience in a house she rented. She could hear two men arguing in hushed voices in the basement. When she opened the basement door the voices would stop and no one was around. After moving out, she learned the two brothers that lived in the house before her, died from a murder/suicide. Although I can write spine tingling sequences of a ghostly woman in a bloody gown, singing to a baby on the porch ─ I’d probably be shaking in my boots and wanting to hold someone’s hand through a paranormal investigation.

My paranormal romance, The Dream House Visions and Nightmares received the highest rating of BEST BOOK on The Long and Short of it Reviews. It is a murder mystery wrapped in a paranormal ghost story.
Recurring dreams of a house Hope Graham's family rented when she was a child, taunt her nights with images of a woman in a bloody nightgown pleading for help. Dream sequences of children metamorphosing into rats, blood spewing out of windows, and walking across decaying bones, foretell of sins of the past and forewarn of danger in the present. In an attempt to end the agony of her sleep deprivation, Hope travels to her hometown . . . only to discover that the truth can be more frightening than a nightmare.

So, please let me know if you’ve had an interesting paranormal experience, or if you would be brave enough to join a paranormal investigation team. One commenter will be selected to receive the e-book version of The Dream House Visions and Nightmares.

Excerpt:

I looked up and down the dimly lit street. There was no evidence of life. Nor were there any sounds. No dogs barking. No horns honking. No children playing. Nothing. I focused on the house -- on its paneless windows, weathered boards and dilapidated porch sinking into a sea of overgrown grass and weeds -- and nausea overcame me, as an overwhelming moldy odor permeated the air. The look of the house didn’t make my skin crawl; it was the essence of it.

I watched the dilapidated house -- it moved closer. Perhaps it lured me to it. I began to shiver. I looked down at the white cotton nightgown that I wore. Silk embossed flowers decorated the bodice. I was still straining to hear a sound when I realized, blood had saturated my gown until it had become a second skin.

I felt a tug on my gown. I looked down. Rae’s hair cascaded over her face as she clasped my hem through the fence. She pleaded, “Please, help me, please. Can’t you hear my children screaming?”

I struggled to get away . . .

Please visit me at www.victoriaroder.com to read an excerpt from my Champagne Books, April, 2010 Action Thriller release, Bolt Action.

The Dream House Visions and Nightmares is available at http://www.asylettpress.com/ and Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Dream-House-Visions-Nightmares/dp/1934337641/ref=pd_rhf_p_t_2

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Victoria's winner will be selected and posted on Tuesday night. Stop back by to see if you won.

15 Comments:

Blogger donnas said...

I would love to be able to join a paranormal research team. Sounds like a great story. Thanks for sharing!

bacchus76 at myself dot com

9:37 PM  
Blogger Victoria Roder said...

I want to thank Linda for the opportunity to post on Paranormality. Donnas, I've entered you in for the chance to win the Dream House Visions and Nightmares.

9:39 PM  
Blogger servulamljgomes said...

Vicki, this was excellent, as always. Thanks for sharing. The best to you.
Ria

1:30 AM  
Blogger Victoria Roder said...

Thanks for stopping, Ria. I've entered you in the contest!

5:21 AM  
Blogger Harvey said...

Thanks for another facinating glimpse into your mind, Vikki. I always enjoy reading about your adventure in writing.

6:45 AM  
Blogger Rosie said...

I would love to read this book . . . I'm totally into the whole haunted house thing. In fact, I'm going to do the tour of the Whaley House this coming weekend and I can't wait!

3:10 PM  
Blogger Karen Michelle Nutt said...

Victoria,

I love ghost stories. I don't belong to a paranormal investigating team, but my friends and my husband like to frequent haunted places. Every where we go, we try to take in a ghost tour of the city or town offers.

I have a quite a few ghost stories. Must be why I love the paranormal so much—it feels like home.lol

I'll share one of the experience I had with our resident ghost at my parent's house.

When I still lived at home (eons ago) It was late and my mother and I were the only ones still up. (I’m the oldest of five.) I was working on a report for school in the kitchen and my mother was in the bathroom taking a bath. She kept the door slightly open so we could talk.

Every time there would be a ghostly appearance, I get this prickly feeling on my neck and swear the hairs on my arm would stand up. That night, I was having one of those feelings.

My mother was running the water in the bathroom and she says to me, “Who’s up with you?”

Of course no one was in the kitchen with me or so I thought. “No one’s up, mom.”

“I said who’s up with you?” She asked again. She couldn’t hear me because of the water running.

Now I’m freaked. She sees someone and I don’t. I run into the bathroom “No one is up with me.” I do believe I did a little dance of fright and my voice became shrill.

“What do you mean? I saw a hand reaching for you.”

My mom thought one of my younger brothers or sisters had slipped out of bed.

I believe it was the little blonde girl who appeared off and on through the years. She still hangs out. She’s the only consistent resident ghost, but we’ve had other over the years. I sometimes wonder if she brings them over, telling them, “Hey they’re a cool family. Come hang out for a while.”

Great topic and I wish you the best with your book. :)

3:17 PM  
Blogger Victoria Roder said...

Karen,
Thanks for sharing your story, you gave me goosebumps!

4:49 PM  
Blogger Victoria Roder said...

Thanks for stopping Harvey & Rosie. I'm going to look up the Whaley House because I'm not familar with it.

4:52 PM  
Anonymous Valerie J. Patterson said...

Nice blog post, Vicki.

I love ghost stories. Here's one for you that I personally didn't experience, but I know a couple men that did.

Where I live, there is some very old architecture. The university campus is well over 150 years old and some of the buildings have been around that long. At one of the frat houses there's a room that's haunted. Several brothers have sworn this has happened to them in that room:

In the middle of the night someone comes and lifts the blankets away from the bed, climbs in and on top of the the guy sleeping there. All of a sudden, the guy can feel the weight of a female lying on top of them, smell her, and practically hear her breathing. They claim that she is very cold and only stays until they try to move beneath her.

Is it true? I have no idea, but there are too many frat brothers from too many classes that swear this is so.

5:16 PM  
Blogger Stacey said...

Hi Vicki,
Love your blog. We lived with a ghost in the house once in the mountains of Virginia. The male spirit was really a poltergeist, I think, because he played jokes on us. He would hide keys, glue the doors shut, he broke a vase once, and hid a key in the toe of my shoe. Stuff like that. When we mentioned the weird things to our landlords, they told us about Henry, the man who had hung himself in the foyer years ago. We said prayers for him to move on that night and that was the end of the pranks. (You don't have to throw my name in for the drawing because I've already read this terrific book).
Stacey

5:54 PM  
Blogger Victoria Roder said...

Stacey & Valerie, thanks for sharing your "ghost" stories with us.

6:22 PM  
Blogger N. R. Williams said...

This book sounds great. I have dozens of ghost stories. They are too numerous to post them all so I will pick one.

When I was four years old, my parents owned a house in Lincoln, NE. One night my mother had a friend over and they were telling ghost stories. I was in bed and wanted my mother's attention. I could hear them talking but didn't know what the subject was.

When my mother didn't come up to my repeated calls I decided to go down. Our staircase was visible from the dining room table where my mother and her friend were sitting. When I reached the bottom two stairs, I stopped, looked up and said. "Excuse me please."

Then I walked around the steps and continued to descend. There was no one there.

My mother's friend hastily left.

I remember this, but I don't remember what I saw.

Nancy
http://onlythebestscifi.blogspot.com/

6:48 PM  
Blogger Trixie said...

I have always been fascinated in the paranormal, even from a young age. I had a "guardian angel" whom I often saw watching over me, though he was not like the image you see when you think of an angel. Because of certain things i "saw" or "felt" growing up, one of my sisters called me a "star child". I have a few personal experiences I could share, but for now, I will choose this one! I would love to be on a paranormal research team sometime.

I was eight when we first moved into a beautiful turn of the century 3 story brick home. The first night we all slept in the living room on mats and sleeping bags because the furniture had not made it to town yet. I Had a dream that was sooo real, I woke up screaming.

The dream started, as if I was looking through my eyes, though I never saw myself. I was on the third floor of the house, where we knew the family before us' oldest sons had slept. I walked slowly down the steps, to the second floor, and walked through each and every room. It was dark, but their were candles everywhere on the floor, even lining the sides of the steps. Through the second floor, and the bedrooms. Then to the first. The front parlor room, the family before had used as a mini-chapel, and in my dream there was an altar, and statuettes of Mary and Jesus, and other religious figures. (They were devout Catholics). I walked through the living room, dining room, then kitchen. I reached for the door that led to the basement, hesitating and looking behind me, though no one was there. I slowly walked down the wooden steps, stopping at the bottom. I lifted my head, and looked straight ahead, where I saw what appeared to be a teenage male who was hanging by the neck from the sturdy iron pipe that ran the length of the basement ceiling.

My parents of course put it down to the excitement of being in a new place.... Over the next few days though, I swore up and down I Would see a shadowy form of the young man in the house, though it was not a menacing presence. Gradually, he seemed to just disappear, my mother putting it down to the fanciful imagination of an eight year old.

One night the next winter, I had the same exact dream, and would have it on the same date for the next 4 or 5 years. It wasn't until I was a teenager, that we found out, that the reason the family that owned the house before us sold the house, was because one of their sons had died. He had supposedly committed suicide in the basement; by hanging himself.

2:10 AM  
Blogger Victoria Roder said...

Nancy & Trixie,
Thanks for sharing your childhood experiences. It seems as adults we tend to turn off or ignore our senses.

5:40 AM  

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