Thursday, October 29, 2015

Halloween Giveaway!!!

To celebrate Halloween, I'm giving away #Genesis and #Purgatory for FREE on 10/31!!!

Mark your calendars!

Check out an excerpt from Genesis here:

September 1, 1991

My days are plagued in fear. Mary glares at me at every pass. Donovan refuses to take meetings with me.

I learned from Pritchard that the call that came in from “Derrick” originated from some prison in Kansas. I pressed for more details, but Pritchard said Donovan didn’t seem to take the matter seriously.

I had my own concerns.

I started walking the corridors at night. I’m not completely sure why—but the voices don’t frighten me anymore.

At least they hadn’t.

I walked to Neil’s room again. I’m unsure why I have this incessant need to torture myself. His room is empty. But I walked to it anyway. For a moment, I thought I heard movement on the other side of his door.

I pulled it open and stepped inside, but it was completely still.

I longed to see him tucked in that bed, sleeping soundly. On occasion, I used to check on him during the night, making sure he was warm enough, and making sure he wasn’t having a nightmare. So small and beautiful. He is perfection.

And as I stepped back out of Neil’s empty room, it occurred that some other child may inherit this room. And it will no longer carry his memory, but that of another’s.

Neil could be my child. My friend. My idea of perfection, but living and breathing.
I walked up toward the next corridor. The one that gave me chills. That west corridor.

A gust of air greeted me—chilly as if it were February and not September. An urgent whisper reached my ears this time, though. Not the long and stretched out voices like before, but an urgent, harsh whisper.

“CHARLIE!” It hissed!

I ran down the stairs and out to the offices. I locked my door for the rest of the night. The land was bad—that’s what Pritchard had said. It was a cursed land. Perhaps he was right. Or perhaps this place was succeeding in breaking me. 


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Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Halloween Extravaganza!!!!

Halloween has long been my favorite holiday. I love the magic, the darkness, the romance, and the mystery!

Every year, I try to celebrate this holiday a different way. Sometimes I've ghost hunted. Sometimes I've taken kids trick o' treating. Other times, I've partied. This year (maybe because I'm older or because the weather is getting chilly earlier), a Vincent Price movie marathon and some extra butter popcorn may be the remedy.

I've asked a few fellow authors to offer up some fun Halloween reading, recipes, and stories... I hope you enjoy!

I'm off to do some early hunting for candy (and men)--but if you need a cheap thrill, Rapture is only 99 cents! It's spooky, sexy, and a great chiller! XO


Speaking of Halloween, check out this spooky tree that author Adele Downs captured...

Adele Downs is the best-selling, award-winning author of more than 20 romance titles, including those written under another pen name, and a former journalist with hundreds of articles to her credit. When not writing in her home office in rural Pennsylvania, she can be found reading a book on the nearest beach, taking photographs, or riding in her convertible.
Check out Adele’s new contemporary paranormal romance release LIP SERVICE. “Some ghosts won’t take ‘yes’ for an answer.”

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Marilyn Baxter has a fantastic recipe for creepy pumpkin bread! Here's a few words from the lady herself:

And as far as Halloween goes, I miss it terribly!  My kids are grown and I live in a condo complex with mostly older folks.  So I don’t have trick or treaters and am not allowed to decorate for Halloween.  When my boys were small I’d have several  jack-o-lanterns placed in the shrubbery and I’d play a tape of spooky music from a boom box that I’d sit in the window by the front porch.  I’d dress up sometimes, and if I didn’t, I’d still wear a big black witch’s hat.  And after I  ended up one year with a huge bowl of candy none of us liked, I learned to buy the good stuff so if any was left over, at least we liked it.   You know, it's probably a good thing that I don’t have trick or treaters now or I’d be consuming far too much of the good candy.  ;-)

One of my favorite fall recipes is one I got from a magazine almost 40 years ago.  It’s easy and tasty and fits right in with Halloween!


3 cups Bisquick
1 cup granulated sugar
1 egg
1 16 oz. can of pumpkin
1 tsp. pumpkin pie spice
½ tsp. ground cloves
½ tsp. ground nutmeg
1 cup chopped nuts (optional)

Mix all ingredients together in a large bowl until well combined.  Pour into a greased 9 x 5 x 3 loaf pan and bake at 350 degrees for 70 minutes or until a toothpick inserted in the middle comes out dry.  Cool for 10 minutes and remove from the pan.  This is great served warm with cream cheese or toasted with a bit of butter.

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Katherine McIntyre takes us on a brief journey into the origin of Halloween...

Soul Collectors and Samhain

With Halloween fast approaching, I thought it’d be interesting to explore the roots of the holiday. Most folks know about Samhain as where a lot of the traditions we know today come from, but not all know about the pagan holiday. Samhain is the celebration of the darker half of the year, as well as the day where souls long gone were thought to revisit homes. Folks would feast and leave a place at the table for their lost loved ones who would visit on that day.
Obviously a lot of our traditions have sprung up from these old ones, even though they’ve split Halloween and All Souls Day into October 31st and November 1st respectively. What’s capturing my interest this year with All Souls Day is the fact that I just got finished writing about soul collectors earlier in the year for my Beyond Fairytales story, Soul Solution.
These days, there’s a lot of fear revolving around the idea of souls of the dead, however it’s clear in the past, the concept was embraced and revered. What I love about the old traditions is the acceptance of the cycle of life in all aspects, including death. So when I began writing Soul Solution, I wanted to acknowledge that cycle—that death isn’t a finite line but part of a larger circle. Erik, the main character of Soul Solution is tormented by the process of reaping souls, yet the act itself doesn’t warrant the guilt he bears. He simply takes people at their time and delivers them to the next gate. The heroine, Mina, ends up helping him see the other side a little more clearly and bridges the loneliness of reaping souls in solitude.
So this year for Halloween, I’m hoping to go into the holiday with more of an open view towards what the season represents. Not that I’m necessarily going to be pulling out a chair at the dinner table any time soon for Aunt Susie’s spirit, but the beliefs stemming from Samhain certainly help place ghostly guests in a better light. 

An excerpt from Katherine's book Soul Solution (An Adaptation of String of Pearls by Hans Christian Andersen):

For Erik Anderson, the Copenhagen line is his curse. He takes the train every night en route to collect souls. Like any lovelorn fool, he bargained his own long ago, and now pays the price—a lifetime of loneliness as a grim reaper.  Stay distant—that’s been his mantra and what keeps him sane.

Until Mina Castner drops into his life like a whirlwind, one spilled drink leading to staying up until dawn with the woman. He believed one night couldn’t hurt, but he sorely underestimated her determination. Every encounter between them is a reprieve from the guilt of reaping souls every night, but it can’t last. Even if she sparks long buried feelings, and even if her sheer presence intoxicates him, he can’t let this continue. For humans, his touch is poison, and if he slips up, it could cost her life. 

The whole date thing had been a bad idea.

She rounded a corner, stepping onto the street where the club was located. The Hive stood out even from a couple of blocks away. Its glass-and-steel exterior was slick, and lights flashed on different floors, granting glimpses of the chaos inside. Like other top-notch places, this one didn’t advertise—no sign out front since the building was imposing enough. A strain of music filtered from it, but the noise was muted—she’d bet the inside was the opposite.

She wrinkled her nose as she got closer. Great. A line. My perfect Saturday night—waiting in a line to get into a loud room with blinding lights, blaring music, and sweaty guys. No thanks.

One glance at the people waiting to get inside and she wanted to turn around. Caked on makeup, glittery dresses, and overly gelled hair dominated the crowd, all part of a scene in which she didn’t fit. A slight breeze carried the cloud of perfume teeming around the line her way. She fought not to gag.

Strands of her auburn-dyed hair kept slipping from her bun and trailing along her shoulders. Why did I even bother doing my hair? Once I get inside, the sheer heat from the place will frizz it out. Mina sighed, trying to calm her frazzled nerves. This is why I don’t date.

Up ahead, the bouncers were either admitting people or turning them away at the door. She joined the end of the line, checking her phone while she waited. He was already inside. Joy. Too late to suggest a detour to a coffee shop instead.

A man tall enough to stand out approached the entrance. With hoops in his eyebrows, ears, and, chances were, elsewhere, too, he didn’t mesh with the rest of the crowd. Nor was he wearing a polo or suit, the type of club attire the rest of these guys wore. Instead, his sleeveless, fitted hoodie made an impression of its own as did his tailored black pants, which were accented by his leather stompers. Even in a sack, the man would’ve looked good. When the guy opened the club door, the bouncers didn’t even give him a second glance. Seems they know their regulars.

She hoped her date stacked up. The line moved forward a couple of paces, and she crossed her arms over her chest. This was going to be a long night.

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How about a fun recipe from Veronica Bale!!!

Anyone who knows me knows I like to make homemade and from-scratch meals as much as possible. I am of the firm belief that when people come over for a meal, they appreciate being served wonderful dishes that they can’t pick up at the grocery store themselves. I have all kinds of from-scratch recipes, but one of my favourites is my from-scratch pumpkin pie. I roast pie pumpkins myself, and add in my own blend of pumpkin pie spice.

I’m also a bit of a scavenger. In addition to salvaging beautiful crab apples from the abandoned farms in my area for next year’s strawberry jam filler (please don’t judge me…), you might find me darting to and from my neighbours’ driveways on the morning of November 1st, snatching up all the perfect pie pumpkins that have been tossed to the curb for the garbage man after Halloween night (you might not find me, though … I’m a bit of a pumpkin-snatching ninja).

Rescuing lovely pie pumpkins may not be your thing, but you should definitely try my from-scratch pumpkin pie recipe. It’s a tiny wee bit of extra work, but it’s well worth it. The texture of the pumpkin, the colour, and the blend of spices are all to die for! Here’s what I do:

Cut a washed, dirt-free pie or sugar pumpkin in half, and scoop out the guts and seeds. Place cut-side down on a baking sheet lined with greased aluminum foil (shiny side up). Bake at 350 degrees Celsius (for my American friends, that works out to about 650 degrees Fahrenheit, I think?) for about 45 minutes, or until the skin of the pumpkin can be pierced with a fork. Remove from the oven, and once your pumpkin is cool enough to handle, scoop out the meat right down to the skin, which, funny enough, will look like a deflated basketball. The bottom of your pumpkin meat where it was touching the foil will be caramelized—this is okay; it adds a wonderfully rich flavour and deep brown colour.

For the pie filling: in a large bowl, mix 3 cups of your roasted pumpkin meat with 1/2 cup white, granulated sugar, 1/3 cup firmly packed brown sugar (the darker the better), 4 eggs, 1 and 1/2 cup evaporated milk, 1 and 1/2 tsp ground cinnamon, 1 tsp each of ground cloves and ground allspice, 1/2 tsp each of ground ginger, ground nutmeg, salt and vanilla extract. Stick an immersion blender in and blend the heck out of it until it’s all runny and smooth. Pour the mix into an unbaked pie shell (this is fantastic for deep dish ones, by the way). Bake at 425 degrees Celsius (or your Fahrenheit conversion temperature) for 15 minutes, then at 350 degrees Celsius for another 45 to 60 minutes, depending on how deep your pie is. If you can stick a knife in the centre and it comes away clean, it’s done. Remove, let cool, and enjoy! And a final tip for this recipe, you can freeze any leftover baked pumpkin, and you can freeze the blended pie mix, if you have enough left over!

I usually sign off with “happy reading,” but in this case, I think it should be “happy eating!”

Author of A Noble Deception, Book 1 of the Douglas Clan series, from Boroughs Publishing Group


Catching up with Paula Millhouse, she's doling out an excerpt from her book, Chalvaren Rising!

Excerpt from Chalvaren Rising: The Dragonstone has returned

Behind them, in the interrogation chamber the wizard Lucan was dealing with another specter that had burst free from the captive elf. It loomed twice as large as the last, but Mia leapt forward to engage. She thrust her palms in front of her, opening her hands, and the blast of her purple aura sent it sprawling. It rose a moment later, however, fluttering toward her.
Instinct told her to run. Mia refused. “You will not take anyone else, devil.”
The Dragonstone warmed on her chest, bursting alight with ghostfire that she directed toward the specter. Queen Elissabet’s magic joined hers, and the combined light energy seared the shadowy creature into oblivion.
“More?” Mia yelled, hungry now for the fight. The queen had said there were more.
She whipped around to see another shadow wraith leap from Arden’s body, this one three times bigger than the last. Lucan struggled to contain the demon within his silvery aura, but the damned thing filled the room with shrieks and stinking wings of ashy soot, blackening everything and threatening to suffocate everyone. Mia sucked in a tight breath as Lucan threw a bolt of silver magic at it, and Elissabet flooded the chamber with orange. The wraith knocked Elissabet to the ground.
His silver aura blasting wide, Lucan shouted, “Lux Chalvaren disperdens. Show me the light of Chalvaren!”
From her place on the floor, Elissabet screamed out words of a different spell.
Mia stood dumbfounded, frozen in place, enveloped by terror. Her lips moved and she repeated the words she heard the queen speak. First just a whisper, she increased her volume to a fevered pitch. “Light of Chalvaren. Light of Chalvaren. Lux in nos Chalvaren.
A horrible sound caught Mia’s attention, and her feet shuffled backward despite her resolve. The sound came from Elissabet, not another spell but a scream of anguish. At the same time the massive black wraith shifted and struck out at Kort and King Lachlan, pinning them to the far wall. The two men clutched their throats, gasping for air as the shadow wraith forced them to their knees.
“Mia,” Kort gasped, using the last of his breath. “Flee!” He collapsed, and the shadow wraith rose above him, intent upon something even more dire.
“Oh, hell no!” Overcome by fury and desperation, Mia grasped the Dragonstone. Ghostfire poured forth, and Mia stalked forward toward the wraith, toward the man she loved and toward his father, both men collapsed before the umbral abomination. Arms wide, she directed the multicolored ghostfire onto the snapping, howling beast. It was all she could think to do.
Behind her, Queen Elissabet lunged to her feet. Mia saw orange magic join her own, and she felt her skin warm with Kort’s mother’s gentle aura. It was the boost she needed, and she kept advancing.
Murmur cessant!” This from Lucan, whose angry words of defiance boomed behind Mia, supporting both women with flashes of mercurial silver that erupted from his fingertips to surround them, Kort and the king.
Mia’s ghostfire now fully surrounded the shadow wraith, and it turned away from Kort and Lachlan. Mia leaned forward and growled, “Come on. Come and get me!”
It surged at her, its jagged, feathery wings reeking of purulent death. Crow-like, the shadow wraith screamed, its voice gravelly and deafening, but Mia kept it the target of her ghostfire. The wraith bent, let out one final agonized scream, and collapsed into a billion black molecules of oblivion. Behind them all, Arden Demar collapsed back onto his table with a clatter of chains.
The ghostfire receded back into the Dragonstone with an affirmative snap, and Mia rushed to Kort.
“Are you okay? Kort, look at me!”
God, she’d never forgive herself if he was hurt. She reached for his head. Cradling it in her lap, she searched his body for injuries. Queen Elissabet rushed to kneel beside her, tending to Lachlan, slapping his cheeks, speaking to him, trying to rouse him and crying out his name. But Mia’s eyes were only for her prince.
“Look at me, Kort!”
He groaned, and his eyes fluttered open. In that second Mia knew she’d never be able to live without him. She knew in that exact moment she loved Kort Elias, and that thought terrified her more than the wraith. Still, she leaned forward and brushed his lips with hers.
Kort slowly embraced her. His lips found hers and took them with authority. She kissed him back with all the fierceness of a love nearly lost. 




Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Haunted Objects: Pt 2 The Ouija Board defines a Ouija board as simply a board with a planchette. Of course, horror movies and books across the world sometimes associate these boards as symbols of evil. Hasbro labels it as a board game. You can find Ouija boards in toy aisles all over the country.

I've personally never had a dark encounter with a Ouija board. I don't keep one around the house, either. In speaking to Denise, she told me pretty plainly that she doesn't really give Ouija boards much weight in terms of good or evil. It's largely people, she said, that can dictate why an object can change from a simple definition of a board game to something else entirely.

Though, by her own admission, she has only encountered this once.

And so begins Part 2 of our interview. If you missed Part 1, click HERE.

E.M.: I want to talk about the not so happy endings--the darker stuff. Can you share something specifically that didn't end as neatly as the music box?

Denise: Let me just start off by saying that I'm not someone who will go into a home, look at an object, and automatically sign off with "yes, it's haunted. Yes, it's demonic. Yes, everything that makes you feel safe is over now." Very, very rarely does even a seasoned investigator come across something that can't be remedied to an extent. That being said, I've had two really negative encounters that have always stayed with me. And even now, after so many years, I keep those incidents close. It's not that I expect something bad to happen when I'm on a new case, but I do keep in mind that it has happened before, and to not let my guard down.

E.M.: You and I spoke in depth before about Ouija boards and if they should be considered a toy or a tool, etc. I think it's important to state that you are NOT a proponent of having Ouija boards taken off the shelves at places like Target, and also your reasoning behind it. Can we start there?

Denise: Sure. I simplify this into two concepts: people and intent. There are people in the world who are wonderful and loving and full of optimism. And then there are other people who have ill intentions. Or, there are vulnerable people who get lost and seek out answers in very dark places. They're drawn to something that may seem otherworldly and magical, but that something is actually very, very bad. A Ouija board, in my opinion, is not dangerous if you aren't dangerous and if your head is in a healthy place. If you aren't abusing it or utilizing it outside of its purpose, then it's fine. It's all about the intent. A Ouija board is just a piece of cardboard with letters and numbers on it. Someone with a bad intention (and in the right place at the wrong time) can change that. Or some thing with a bad intention can change that. Does it happen all the time? Absolutely not. In fact, you probably have a better chance of being struck by lightning multiple times vs. having something horrendous happen because you used a Ouija board. But, that I *know* it happened is how I form my opinion. So no, I don't write to Hasbro about these Ouija boards and beg them to stop producing them. Do I own one? No. Would I buy one? No. But again, to be clear, these are predominantly harmless. We have to consider the intent and the people.

E.M.: So, 6 years ago you were in Arkansas on a case.

Denise: Yep, a tiny town about 2 hours from Little Rock. Lots of old homes, but well maintained. The subdivision, I recall, had pristine white picket fences around several houses. I remember thinking how nuts it was that a case this dark was seemingly coming out of Mayberry.

E.M.: What did you know about the case?

Denise: The family had been essentially destroyed. That's what I knew. The woman's name was Linda. She lived alone in her house after she divorced her husband. They had one son who died of a drug overdose 9 months prior. Linda's younger sister, Rosa, had moved in semi-temporarily because Linda wasn't handling the death very well. So the living situation, at least from what I gathered, had been very somber for nearly a year.

E.M.: What experiences were they having?

Denise: Linda claimed she was seeing an apparition of a man, or at least a dark shadow of a man. At first, she'd see him standing at the end of the hallway. She'd see him for only a moment, and then he'd vanish. The way the house was set up--it was a pretty small ranch. The front door opened into a living room. Behind it, a kitchen. Directly to the left, a hallway that led to the bedrooms. When she'd spot the apparition, she'd be facing the end of the hallway from the living room. In the beginning, she wrote it off as her sanity diminishing. But over time, she noticed the apparition seemed to be getting closer to her.

E.M.: Closer?

Denise: Yes, Physically, it was getting closer to her. In the beginning, it was at the end of the hall. After a couple months, it was halfway down the hall. At that time, Linda claimed she could make out red eyes. They were staring at her. She was staring back. Then it would dissipate.

E.M.: Was the sister living there when this started?

Denise: Rosa moved in after Linda confessed she was seeing an entity. I think Rosa thought it was either all in Linda's head, or maybe it was Linda's son trying to say a final goodbye. So when Rosa moved in, she brought a Ouija board.

E.M.: And the intention was to reach out to the entity?

Denise: Yes, I think Rosa thought one way or another, it might give Linda some peace. So they did a couple seances with the board. Linda said nothing spectacular happened. The board was left in Rosa's room, and the two women left for a long weekend. When they returned is when the fun started.

E.M.: So, beyond just the entity in the hall?

Denise: Rosa claimed there were scratch marks on the board upon their return, but she initially wrote that off. The house was old. At one time, Linda explained they had had mice; thus, the scratches could have come from a rodent. So she called the exterminator, who came out and reported there were no signs of any new infestations. But the night after the exterminator came, the toilet began flushing by itself.

E.M.: And it wasn't a plumbing issue?

Denise: According to Rosa, she woke up one night thinking she was hearing whispering. She inspected the house and found it was empty, except for Linda and herself. She was walking past the bathroom door and suddenly the handle on the toilet turned and the toilet flushed.

E.M.: Wow. And that was just the tip of the iceberg?

Denise: The nightly whispering continued. So Rosa continued utilizing the Ouija board. Her last session was particularly disturbing. She and Linda were reaching out to the entity that they believed was in the house. They no longer believed it was Linda's son, but they 'named' the spirit Henry. Here's where the problem escalated. Rosa tried to make a deal with Henry. She said if he needed to stay in the house, they would let him. But he was not allowed to frighten them.

E.M.: Wait, wait. wait, wait. So she invited Henry to stay?

Denise: I think her heart was in the right place, but by inviting the entity to stay, she put out the welcome mat for trouble.

E.M.: I always question people who invite things like this to stay. I understand she was trying to make a deal, but...

Denise: I believe they didn't see the true harm in Henry. I think likely they saw him as a surrogate for Linda's deceased son. But after the session ended, things began to take a darker turn. A week after this deal was made, Rosa said she would wake up and find Linda sitting in a room in front of the Ouija board. She wasn't coherent or responsive, but was sitting in front of it, completely still. Rosa caught her doing this 2 or 3 times in a row and finally asked what in the world she was doing.

E.M.: Did Linda realize she was doing it?

Denise: No. According to Rosa, Linda had no idea how she was getting out of bed, much less why she'd find herself waking up in front of the Ouija board.

E.M.: Was that the incident that made Linda look for help?

Denise: They had a really, really bad night. Linda didn't want to talk about it at first, but I got the indication that it -- the entity --  attacked her physically. Linda contacted me about 48 hours after this incident, and there was definitely a sense of urgency.

E.M.: When you arrived, besides the cozy neighborhood, did anything stand out to you?

Denise: No, the house seemed very normal. But when I encountered the Ouija board, it was definitely strange. I mean, psychologically I have to clear my head because I don't want any residual fear or stress from the homeowner rubbing off on me. It's my job to be logical and not emote to anything I encounter. And truthfully, I had never encountered any object that immediately affected me.

E.M.: Were you afraid of the Ouija board?

Denise: I think my thought process was to remove it, but at the same time, I didn't even want it in my car. So instead, I had to question Linda and Rosa about exactly what they had been doing. What I learned was the board was still active.

E.M.: Can you clarify active?

Denise: Of course. Active means they made contact with a spirit and never closed the Ouija session. Active boards that begot negative activity are extremely dangerous.

E.M.: Who do you lean on? Did you have anyone you could call for help?

Denise: I asked the ladies if they had any religious affiliations. Linda had stopped going to church after her son died. I called my pastor, as well as another investigator that lived only a couple hours away. Luckily, they were both able to meet me at the house.

E.M.: I always get curious about that process -- about bringing in spiritual advisers.

Denise: I'm always respectful. I would never push anything on an individual. Linda and Rosa were supportive of my calling the pastor. When he arrived, I filled him in on what was happening, and he asked if he could do a blessing on the house and the two women. They both agreed.

E.M.: And the board?

Denise: The other investigator and myself took it outside, off the property.

E.M.: At the time, had you dealt with an active Ouija board before?

Denise: I had not, but the other investigator had. He immediately submerged it inside a tote of water. After the pastor was done blessing the house, along with Linda and Rosa, he came outside and performed a blessing on myself and the other investigator, and also on the board.

E.M.: Did the blessing, in a way, deactivate the board?

Denise: Honestly, I wasn't sure. But we kept it submerged in the tote, put the lid on it, and transported it as it was.

E.M.: Wow. And where is it now?

Denise: Objects of this magnitude, we don't disclose its location.

E.M.: So it's not in the Warren's museum, or any museum?

Denise: It's in a safe place (laughs).

E.M.: Is submerging Ouija boards in water always how to 'contain' them, if that's the right word?

Denise: Well, what I've found is every case stands on its own. Every case is unique. For this case, we did what we thought would be the safest outcome for everyone.

E.M.: Once the board was removed, did the entity leave?

Denise: Linda and Rosa said the activity began to subside immediately after the board was removed. Another pastor came to do an additional blessing. I keep in touch with Linda relatively regularly, and she says the activity has basically stopped. And she has not seen the shadowman in the hallway since the first time my pastor blessed her house.

E.M.: Truthfully, I'm not sure I could have stayed in the house after something like that. Kudos to Linda.

Denise: She seemed to heal from the experience. She spent so much time grieving and feeling angry, then this entity arrived. When things spiral out of control, it's easy to lose perspective. Linda's in a much happier place now. And I'm very glad things ended up how they did for her. It was bad for a long time.

E.M.: What's next for Denise?

Denise: Another phone call to return, and another case to follow...


Denise had other amazing stories during our interview, but I chose to share what I felt were the two most compelling.

Do you have any paranormal stories? COMMENT BELOW!

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