I got the impression Ray and his sisters didn’t often talk of their encounters with everybody, let alone with people they just met. As the fire danced behind us in the small pit, the warm night breeze carried their voices with tones of excitement and mysticism as they stood telling their incredible tales. When Kim and Kathy, in particular, spoke, I got the impression they were just as fascinated by what they had to say as I was to hear it. They took their paranormal experiences in stride as though it were a wondrous gift rather then a hindering curse.
Episode Three The Chilling Door I asked my new storytelling friends if one of them had experienced more then the other. Ray said his sisters seemed to be much more sensitive to these sorts of things than himself and, thus, had more experiences to tell than he. However, that hardly meant Ray didn’t have a […]
Luck Of The Irish One evening, Ray’s dad, then a young boy, sat in the kitchen of his home in Northern Ireland with his chair leaning against the main door, reading a book by oil light. Heard 2 bangs. Without warning, to large knocks banged against the door. Ray’s young dad bolted from his chair […]
FIRE AND GHOSTS INTRO This article was originally published in the fall of 2005 for Insidious Reflections’ 4th print magazine. That seems like a really long time ago, so why am I posting this article here, now, after almost fifteen years since it was first published? For starters, I like to think I’ve gotten a […]