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April 23, 2013
A-Z: Telepathy in the Tunnels
A - Z Challenge 2013: The Paranormal Case Files of Indigo Eady
Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner. I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles! So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge. I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…********************
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is for Telepathy. Telepathy or thought transference is a sort of mental communication. I hesitate to talk about it because I read that people who are likely to believe in it are schizophrenic. You know—people who hear voices in their heads that tell them to do things like kill people. They put those people on medication or lock them away. But I swear I’ve only experienced it once. And I was the person doing the communicating, not the one hearing voices in my head telling me to do things. Without going into details, we were looking for a missing body to wrap up a case we were on. Well, the killer was looking for the body, too, to hide it better before the officials found it. We only knew where to look because Hannah told us the most like place: the tunnels. Today, most of the existing tunnels were part of the new sewer and drainage system. Certain tunnels led all the way from the river into the city, and lay beneath shops, banks and pubs, long forgotten. Except by those who still used them. Unfortunately we ran into the killer in the tunnels, and he was the one with the gun. Fortunately, Bart’s spirit appeared and helped us out:
Afterlife
Bart Bagley and the Blind BadgerExtrasensory Perception
Help from Hannah
Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner. I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles! So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge. I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…********************
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is for Telepathy. Telepathy or thought transference is a sort of mental communication. I hesitate to talk about it because I read that people who are likely to believe in it are schizophrenic. You know—people who hear voices in their heads that tell them to do things like kill people. They put those people on medication or lock them away. But I swear I’ve only experienced it once. And I was the person doing the communicating, not the one hearing voices in my head telling me to do things. Without going into details, we were looking for a missing body to wrap up a case we were on. Well, the killer was looking for the body, too, to hide it better before the officials found it. We only knew where to look because Hannah told us the most like place: the tunnels. Today, most of the existing tunnels were part of the new sewer and drainage system. Certain tunnels led all the way from the river into the city, and lay beneath shops, banks and pubs, long forgotten. Except by those who still used them. Unfortunately we ran into the killer in the tunnels, and he was the one with the gun. Fortunately, Bart’s spirit appeared and helped us out: “Listen Indigo, up ahead the path levels and widens out. It’s a chance for you to escape. Take the right fork. It leads up and intersects with the path you came down.”
I nodded imperceptibly.
“I’m going to cause a diversion. I’ve been practicing.”
I didn’t know how I could alert the others. I fervently began to say in my mind, over and over again; right fork, right fork, right fork. I directed it at the back of Simon’s head. He had never shown any signs of psychic ability, but he did come from a long line of them.
Not the best time for a lesson, but nothing to lose at this point. I mean other than our lives, but they were on the line anyway.
I concentrated harder than I ever had, willing Simon to hear me in his head.
And suddenly, he turned to me, a strange look on his face. I took the opportunity, with my hand in front of me, to point right with my thumb. He nodded his understanding, amazement mingling with fear on his face.
We were approaching the designated area, and I worried about whether Bart could actually cause a diversion. And then I remembered the snug storm, and was glad for it.
When the time came, I didn’t look back, only yelled, “RUN!”The sound of Andy slipping and shouting behind me urged me on.
Not only did the others not hesitate, but they took the right fork. I didn’t stop to think about it, just ran up as fast as I dared. Last in line and nearest to Andy, I had to put more distance between us. A shot rent the air. A responding hunk of rock leapt beside me, fragments stinging my cheeks.*** Have you ever had a telepathic moment? Thought about someone, and then the next minute they call or stop by? ________________A - Z Related Links:
Afterlife
Bart Bagley and the Blind BadgerExtrasensory Perception
Help from Hannah
April 22, 2013
A-Z: Shadows are some Shady People
A - Z Challenge 2013: The Paranormal Case Files of Indigo Eady
Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner. I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles! So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge. I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…********************
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is for Shadow People. Shadow People are a sub-category of demon, therefore they can’t be trusted. Yeah, shadows are some pretty shady people.
Demons morphed from fallen angels. But the fall was so far from grace that there is nothing of the angel left in their evolution. And since demons are descended from angels, and angels were never human, the term Shadow People is a bit of a misnomer. But they are so named because they appear in human form as shadows. For the most part, Shadow People are harmless, but as tricksters, sometimes they go too far. They can be easily led, which can be extremely dangerous. I suspect they lured us out into the cemetery where the orbs waited for us:
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Creepy CotillionDamnable Doppelgangers
Gardengoyles in Gertrude's GardenLucifer's Cage
Orbs, Pretty Orbs!
Unpacking and in Denial
Volatile Vortex
Zagana
Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner. I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles! So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge. I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…********************
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is for Shadow People. Shadow People are a sub-category of demon, therefore they can’t be trusted. Yeah, shadows are some pretty shady people. Demons morphed from fallen angels. But the fall was so far from grace that there is nothing of the angel left in their evolution. And since demons are descended from angels, and angels were never human, the term Shadow People is a bit of a misnomer. But they are so named because they appear in human form as shadows. For the most part, Shadow People are harmless, but as tricksters, sometimes they go too far. They can be easily led, which can be extremely dangerous. I suspect they lured us out into the cemetery where the orbs waited for us:
We barreled after the shadow girl through a side door and into the misty black night. We had blundered deep into the cemetery before I realized it. The tombstones became larger and more elaborate the deeper we went. I slowed to a walk when I lost sight of the girl, my chest heaving, only partly due to running.
Finding myself in ‘Gertrude’s Garden’ came as a bit of a shock. I knew we’d end up here eventually, but I thought I’d have time to prepare myself somehow. But here I was, massively unprepared for the thoughts bombarding me. Like, could I be close to my father’s grave and would it be completely wrong to pass it by without even a glance? But I had two rules in my new life that I had no intention of breaking: don’t unpackand don’t visit dad’s grave. I had my reasons.
I shook myself mentally—plenty of time later to dwell on my nonsensical hang-ups.
“Where’d she go?” Badger turned three sixty trying to catch a glimpse of the shadow.
“I dunno.” Simon was bent over, palms leaning on his knees as he caught his breath.
“She disappeared somewhere around here.” I shivered as we continued slowly up the path. The further we walked, the colder it got.
Franny, Drew and Miss Cornerstone ventured off the path, circling headstones and drifting through tombstones and searching mausoleums for the elusive shadow.
Up ahead, tiny orbs of light hovered and swirled.*** Most folks have seen shadow people out of the corner of their eyes. Have you ever seen one?
________________A - Z Related Links:
Creepy CotillionDamnable Doppelgangers
Gardengoyles in Gertrude's GardenLucifer's Cage
Orbs, Pretty Orbs!
Unpacking and in Denial
Volatile Vortex
Zagana
April 20, 2013
A-Z: Raid at the Eady's
A - Z Challenge 2013: The Paranormal Case Files of Indigo Eady
Add captionHey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner. I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles! So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for theA-Z Challenge. I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…********************
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is for Raid at the Eady's. I had to include this story in my case files because it was one of the funnier stories—and because it wasn’t about me falling down, knocking down, or throwing up on anyone for a change. Even though Franny has been around the 21stcentury for a long time (actually, the whole time), she is still a Victorian at heart. A Victorian madam, in particular. And so she is conditioned to react in certain ways under certain circumstances. I’m going to say right up front that the boys were INNOCENT. They did not kill Billy Radcliffe, even though they were seen chasing him through the streets just a few hours before he turned up dead. The police merely wanted help with their inquiries. Did I mention it wasn’t me acting the fool this time? Yes? Okay, here’s the story… Franny appeared at the top of the stairs. She looked scared. She still wore her nightclothes and her hair was down. I wondered fleetingly how a ghost could look sleepy, like they had just gotten out of bed. They didn’t sleep. Did they? The pounding came again. “Oh, dear,” said Franny. “It’s the coppers! Run, girl, run!” she yelled, streaming quickly down the stairs. “It’s a raid! Run! I’ll hold ‘em off ‘til you’re gone.” Franny disappeared, but was back in a flash with a large bag which she dumped upside down on the stairs, a trail leading to the front door. Marbles? Why was Franny spreading a huge bag of marbles everywhere? They bounced down the stairs, rolled down the hall, around my bunny-slippered feet and across the floor. Between the pounding on the front door and marbles flying around the room, the racket finally woke Simon up. He pushed his way through the kitchen door to find me standing in the hall, frozen and confused to the spot. “What’s going on? Wha?” said Simon, before stepping on marbles and going down to land flat on his back. “Oh dear, oh dear.” Franny wrung her hands. “This is not going well at all.” She swooped up next to Simon, urging him to get up. “Get up and run, boy!” she yelled. “Oh, why won’t you two run?! Coppers are at the door!” Was I dreaming? I pinched myself on the arm. “Ow!”Okay, not a dream. So what happened? I woke up. I went into the hall. Franny poured marbles everywhere. Simon came in. Simon slipped. And cops were at the door. Cops were at the door! “Simon.” I tugged at his arm. “Get up.” ***You can also find Franny in the 'F', 'O' and 'U' posts.
Have you ever helped the police with their inquiries? Okay, you don't have to answer that.
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Freakin' Frankenstein
Orbs, Pretty Orbs!
Unpacking and in Denial
Add captionHey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner. I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles! So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for theA-Z Challenge. I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…********************
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is for Raid at the Eady's. I had to include this story in my case files because it was one of the funnier stories—and because it wasn’t about me falling down, knocking down, or throwing up on anyone for a change. Even though Franny has been around the 21stcentury for a long time (actually, the whole time), she is still a Victorian at heart. A Victorian madam, in particular. And so she is conditioned to react in certain ways under certain circumstances. I’m going to say right up front that the boys were INNOCENT. They did not kill Billy Radcliffe, even though they were seen chasing him through the streets just a few hours before he turned up dead. The police merely wanted help with their inquiries. Did I mention it wasn’t me acting the fool this time? Yes? Okay, here’s the story… Franny appeared at the top of the stairs. She looked scared. She still wore her nightclothes and her hair was down. I wondered fleetingly how a ghost could look sleepy, like they had just gotten out of bed. They didn’t sleep. Did they? The pounding came again. “Oh, dear,” said Franny. “It’s the coppers! Run, girl, run!” she yelled, streaming quickly down the stairs. “It’s a raid! Run! I’ll hold ‘em off ‘til you’re gone.” Franny disappeared, but was back in a flash with a large bag which she dumped upside down on the stairs, a trail leading to the front door. Marbles? Why was Franny spreading a huge bag of marbles everywhere? They bounced down the stairs, rolled down the hall, around my bunny-slippered feet and across the floor. Between the pounding on the front door and marbles flying around the room, the racket finally woke Simon up. He pushed his way through the kitchen door to find me standing in the hall, frozen and confused to the spot. “What’s going on? Wha?” said Simon, before stepping on marbles and going down to land flat on his back. “Oh dear, oh dear.” Franny wrung her hands. “This is not going well at all.” She swooped up next to Simon, urging him to get up. “Get up and run, boy!” she yelled. “Oh, why won’t you two run?! Coppers are at the door!” Was I dreaming? I pinched myself on the arm. “Ow!”Okay, not a dream. So what happened? I woke up. I went into the hall. Franny poured marbles everywhere. Simon came in. Simon slipped. And cops were at the door. Cops were at the door! “Simon.” I tugged at his arm. “Get up.” ***You can also find Franny in the 'F', 'O' and 'U' posts.
Have you ever helped the police with their inquiries? Okay, you don't have to answer that.
________________A - Z Related Links:Freakin' Frankenstein
Orbs, Pretty Orbs!
Unpacking and in Denial
April 19, 2013
A - Z: Quintemancer
A - Z Challenge 2013: The Paranormal Case Files of Indigo Eady
Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner. I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles! So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge. I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…********************
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is for Quintemancer. A Quintemancer is someone who can manipulate and control energy. In the wrong hands, this ability can be very dangerous. For instance, demons are always after human energy as a life force to sustain them. But what would happen if they could manipulate and control your energy rather than just steal it? If you’ll recall, I’m currently sitting on the committee investigating missing paranormals. I can’t reveal too much, because I don’t want to compromise our investigation. But I strongly suspect that demons are learning how to manipulate energy - check out the 'O' post to get a little hint of what they can do. Such a scary thought!
Have you ever met a manipulator, erm, Quintemancer?
________________A - Z Related Links:Lucifer's Cage
Orbs, Pretty Orbs!
Psychometry or Psycho
Volatile Vortex
Zagana
Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner. I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles! So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge. I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…********************
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is for Quintemancer. A Quintemancer is someone who can manipulate and control energy. In the wrong hands, this ability can be very dangerous. For instance, demons are always after human energy as a life force to sustain them. But what would happen if they could manipulate and control your energy rather than just steal it? If you’ll recall, I’m currently sitting on the committee investigating missing paranormals. I can’t reveal too much, because I don’t want to compromise our investigation. But I strongly suspect that demons are learning how to manipulate energy - check out the 'O' post to get a little hint of what they can do. Such a scary thought!
Have you ever met a manipulator, erm, Quintemancer?
________________A - Z Related Links:Lucifer's CageOrbs, Pretty Orbs!
Psychometry or Psycho
Volatile Vortex
Zagana
April 18, 2013
A - Z: Psychometry or Psycho?
A - Z Challenge 2013: The Paranormal Case Files of Indigo Eady
Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner. I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles! So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge. I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me… ********************
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is for Psychometry, or as Simon says, that psycho thing. Psychometry is reading the energy of someone or something through touch. Unfortunately for me, I have a heightened sense of psychometry that backfires more often than not, as you see in this scene from Givin' Up The Ghost....
Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner. I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles! So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge. I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me… ********************
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is for Psychometry, or as Simon says, that psycho thing. Psychometry is reading the energy of someone or something through touch. Unfortunately for me, I have a heightened sense of psychometry that backfires more often than not, as you see in this scene from Givin' Up The Ghost.... I took a deep breath, ignoring the increased sense of foreboding that crept up my spine. I shot Badger an apologetic look. “This one’s for the team – I’m going in. Cover me.” I grinned fearfully as I wrapped my hand around the glass and instantly the film began to roll. I closed my eyes and forced myself to breathe slowly...slowly...
“Shelly, I only want to talk to him.”
“He’s busy, Stephen. If you’ll call and make an appointment...”
Stephen slammed his fist on the desk. Shelly jumped back, eyes wide, visibly scared.
“Get him for me. Now!”
Bart burst from an inner door, immediately taking in the situation. Enraged, he rushed toward Stephen, screaming in his face. “Stephen, if you come here again, I will report you. Now get out!” Bart shoved him roughly, causing Stephen to stumble back, slightly off balance.
Stephen yelled angrily back. “You think you’re so mighty, Bart Bagley. Just you wait. Nobody messes with Stephen Clarke and gets away with it. I’ll kill you first!”
Stephen shook a threatening finger at Bart...
“Indigo!”
I opened my eyes. My head pounded as I lay sprawled amidst broken glass on the sticky floor of Dickey Dan’s. The rank odor of stale beer assaulted my senses and I quickly rolled over and upchucked right there. All over Badger’s boots. All four of them. Looking up, I tried to focus. Badger stood there. Both of him. “Double the pleasure.” I giggled, and lay back. The room spun. “Whoa, someone stop this thing and let me off.”
Arms pulled me up. A distant voice said, “Here now, we don’t allow public drunkenness in ‘ere. You’ve got to get ‘er out!”
Badger’s voice swam to me through a sea of booze. “Come on, Indigo, you’ve got to stand up. Stand up, okay?” He propped me against the bar as he dug in his pocket, throwing a handful of pound notes on the bar.
“No prob, I can do that.” But I couldn’t. My knees buckled and I still saw double. My stomach churned again.
Looping his arm through the chin straps of the helmets, Badger wrapped his other arm around me, half dragging me out into the alley.
I grinned up at him. “You’re very kind, ya know? Helpin’ me out like this. Plush,” I slurred, “you’re cute, too.” Oh God, I thought through an alcoholic daze, please tell me I didn’t just say that out loud.***** Just for the record, I've never had a drink in my life! Psychometry is all about energy. And energy is something you can sense. Have you ever had a sixth sense about something? _____________A - Z Related Links: Extrasensory Perception
April 17, 2013
A-Z: Orbs, Pretty Orbs!
A - Z Challenge 2013: The Paranormal Case Files of Indigo Eady
Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner. I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles! So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge. I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me… ********************
O is for Orbs. What do you know about orbs? Ever see any? I’ve seen them numerous times, and not just at cemeteries. They are a lesser form of ghosts, a sub-category. They appear as little swirling balls of light anywhere that there’s spirit activity. And yeah, they do show up a lot in cemeteries, just not exclusively. Orbs are balls of energy left over from the human spirit after death. After death, these balls of energy stay on because they're bound to their previous lives for some reason. The premise is that they travel as an orb to conserve energy in their natural forms. They're not as fully developed as ghosts. Orbs are quite photogenic and are often caught on camera. So what would you think, if you were walking through the cemetery at night (it could happen!) and all of a sudden these little balls of light show up and start swirling around you? What if they were hypnotic? What if....well, here's a little scene:
Creepy Cotillion
Gardengoyles in Gertrude's Garden
Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner. I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles! So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge. I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me… ********************
O is for Orbs. What do you know about orbs? Ever see any? I’ve seen them numerous times, and not just at cemeteries. They are a lesser form of ghosts, a sub-category. They appear as little swirling balls of light anywhere that there’s spirit activity. And yeah, they do show up a lot in cemeteries, just not exclusively. Orbs are balls of energy left over from the human spirit after death. After death, these balls of energy stay on because they're bound to their previous lives for some reason. The premise is that they travel as an orb to conserve energy in their natural forms. They're not as fully developed as ghosts. Orbs are quite photogenic and are often caught on camera. So what would you think, if you were walking through the cemetery at night (it could happen!) and all of a sudden these little balls of light show up and start swirling around you? What if they were hypnotic? What if....well, here's a little scene:
Franny was the first to reach them. “Why, they’re pretty little things, aren’t they?” Completely delighted, she held her fingers out and touched a pink one. She smiled when it perched on her open palm.
“Oh they are lovely!” exclaimed Miss Cornerstone, reaching out to touch a blue orb. .
Even Drew Pettigrew seemed entranced, smiling indulgently at the ladies.
The orbs darted in and out among us like fireflies.
Simon held one in his palm and blew it off like a dandelion, sending it swirling above his head. He laughed and made a grab for it. Badger focused on a little violet orb that kept just out his reach every time he tried to touch it.
I laughed at the sight of them all so spellbound. I didn’t know what I was so worried about earlier. Gertrude’s Garden was a lovely place to spend a Saturday evening.
Miss Cornerstone giggled and snatched at the blue orb as it left her palm.
Out of habit or instinct, I’m not sure which, something niggling at the base of my neck made me look around at my surroundings. It was enough to break the hypnotic spell we were under, but too late. While I was able to shake it off, my friends traipsed after ‘the pretty lights’ on an orb-induced, trance-like high.
And they were getting further and further away from me.
“Hey! Wait! Simon, stop!” I tore after them as fast as I could in my squishy Victorian boots, my hem lifted thigh-high to stretch my legs out. “Badger! Don’t look at them!”***Normally, orbs don't act like this. I found out later that these particular orbs were something else altogether... Have you ever seen a orb? _______________A - Z Related Links:
Creepy Cotillion
Gardengoyles in Gertrude's Garden
April 16, 2013
A - Z: Necromancy? No Way!
A - Z Challenge 2013: The Paranormal Case Files of Indigo Eady
Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner. I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles! So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge. I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…******************** N is for Necromancy. I just want to be clear: what I do is NOT necromancy. Necromancy is the practice of summoning the dead in order to tell the future. I’ll go on record right now to say I think that it is just plain creepy. People who practice it go through a number of rituals, including blood sacrifices and other weird stuff like re-opening a grave. Anyone who knows me, knows I practically faint at the sight of blood. And besides—I don’t summon spirits. They come to me. Like Bart Bagley. He wanted something from me: to solve the mystery of his murder. And besides that, he was no help to me at all. He didn’t remember anything at all about his death or what he’d been doing that day. He didn’t even acknowledge me half the time, just sat on the end barstool at the Blind Badger reading his newspaper day after day. Anyway, I can prove in black and white that I wasn’t the one summoning the dead, that he did, in fact, pursue me. Ladies and gentle of the jury, I present piece of evidence #1:“Bad dream?” asked the translucent figure seated at the oak table. A folded newspaper lie on the table, see-through like the man. I didn’t want to speak to him. I agreed to help Simon in solving the murder of Bart Bagley, but I didn’t agree to speak with the dead victim, not if I could help it. What could I do? I pretended I didn’t hear and began gathering my things to make a hasty escape, er, exit. A knitted cap and only one glove. Crap. Draping my colorful scarf around my now-stiff neck, I was shaken at the vivid dream, especially with that darn shadow showing up. “So, you’re her,” said the spirit of Bart Bagley, “the girl who can talk to spirits.”I ignored him, adjusted the cap on my head and tucked loose strands of dark unruly hair under the rim. Dropping to my knees, I searched under the bench for the elusive glove. There, inconveniently in the furthest corner, it sat. I wondered how in the heck it ever got way back there. “We’ve met before, you know,” he said. “Your dad and I were mates – grew up together right here in Sabrina Shores.” Nope. Not gonna look. Not even gonna listen. I started to hum something nonsensical. La lala, hmhmhm, oh yeah. “Your dad was so proud of you, bragged something awful, he did.” He was trying to get a reaction out of me. That is so not fair, playing the dad card like that. Tears sprang to my eyes. “I can’t help you,” I choked, reaching for the glove. “You need to cross over – look for a bright light and walk into it – that’s the way to heaven....or Nirvana, or Utopia, or whatever you want to call it.” ***** I rest my case. He came to me! Ever had the dad or mom card played on you? _______________A - Z Related Links:Bart Bagley and the Blind Badger
Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner. I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles! So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge. I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…******************** N is for Necromancy. I just want to be clear: what I do is NOT necromancy. Necromancy is the practice of summoning the dead in order to tell the future. I’ll go on record right now to say I think that it is just plain creepy. People who practice it go through a number of rituals, including blood sacrifices and other weird stuff like re-opening a grave. Anyone who knows me, knows I practically faint at the sight of blood. And besides—I don’t summon spirits. They come to me. Like Bart Bagley. He wanted something from me: to solve the mystery of his murder. And besides that, he was no help to me at all. He didn’t remember anything at all about his death or what he’d been doing that day. He didn’t even acknowledge me half the time, just sat on the end barstool at the Blind Badger reading his newspaper day after day. Anyway, I can prove in black and white that I wasn’t the one summoning the dead, that he did, in fact, pursue me. Ladies and gentle of the jury, I present piece of evidence #1:“Bad dream?” asked the translucent figure seated at the oak table. A folded newspaper lie on the table, see-through like the man. I didn’t want to speak to him. I agreed to help Simon in solving the murder of Bart Bagley, but I didn’t agree to speak with the dead victim, not if I could help it. What could I do? I pretended I didn’t hear and began gathering my things to make a hasty escape, er, exit. A knitted cap and only one glove. Crap. Draping my colorful scarf around my now-stiff neck, I was shaken at the vivid dream, especially with that darn shadow showing up. “So, you’re her,” said the spirit of Bart Bagley, “the girl who can talk to spirits.”I ignored him, adjusted the cap on my head and tucked loose strands of dark unruly hair under the rim. Dropping to my knees, I searched under the bench for the elusive glove. There, inconveniently in the furthest corner, it sat. I wondered how in the heck it ever got way back there. “We’ve met before, you know,” he said. “Your dad and I were mates – grew up together right here in Sabrina Shores.” Nope. Not gonna look. Not even gonna listen. I started to hum something nonsensical. La lala, hmhmhm, oh yeah. “Your dad was so proud of you, bragged something awful, he did.” He was trying to get a reaction out of me. That is so not fair, playing the dad card like that. Tears sprang to my eyes. “I can’t help you,” I choked, reaching for the glove. “You need to cross over – look for a bright light and walk into it – that’s the way to heaven....or Nirvana, or Utopia, or whatever you want to call it.” ***** I rest my case. He came to me! Ever had the dad or mom card played on you? _______________A - Z Related Links:Bart Bagley and the Blind Badger
April 15, 2013
A-Z: Missing Paranormal Committee
A - Z Challenge 2013:The Paranormal Case Files of Indigo Eady
Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner. I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles! So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge. I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…********************
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is for the Missing Paranormal Committee. Who would have ever thought that I’d become a celebrity? Okay, only in the paranormal world, but still. Turns out they’re fascinated by me. Me! They all want to meet the teenage ghost whisperer who can see and speak to them. I guess word really got around after the gang and I solved Bart Bagley’s murder. All of a sudden, our investigative skills are in demand. Or maybe it's just Franny’s connection to the spirit community that opened up the party line. However it came to be, much to my demisesurprise, I was drafted onto the Missing Paranormal Committee (from the novella, Second Death) and found myself chin deep in the spirit world of Sabrina Shores. To set the scene, the boys and I broke into the old abandoned Sabrina Shores courthouse (the first of many, I'm sad to say) in order to support Franny in her bid to sit on the Missing Paranormal Committee, a newly formed panel put together to investigate the disappearances of ghosts and other paranormals. I suspected the Soul Collector (remember Lucifer's cage?) was behind the disappearances, so I had a vested interest in attending the meeting. Here's how it played out:Councilman Diggles drew a stack of papers out of thin air and handed it to the high court judge. “I have it right here, m-m-milord.” Silence descended over the room. Occasional harrumphs or hmmm’s came from the podium as Lord Greyheart’s wig bobbed while he read and shuffled through papers. I watched, fascinated, as each page turned on its own. But all other eyes rested on me and the boys. I shivered. A combination of cold and fear. Cinching the drawstring on my pink hoodie tighter around my face, I tucked the long black strays inside then shoved my cold hands back into my pockets. Vaporous clouds of steam issued through my mouth and nose as my warm breath touched cold air. In fact, our whole corner of the courtroom became quite foggy. I stared straight ahead at the turning papers until the last page. When the wig suddenly popped up, if there had been eyes and a face, I would have sworn Lord Greyheart had pinned his gaze directly on me. I gulped. Hard. He glanced back down at the last paper, then up again. “Councilman Diggles.”“Yes, m-m-milord?” Diggles’s chins wobbled like a turkey wattle. “Approach the bench, please.” Much muttering and whispering ensued. The podium shook ominously of its own accord. Councilman Diggles trembled and gesticulated. Curly wig and Diggles simultaneously turned and stared in my direction.I sank lower in my seat. “Very well, then. Let us hear from the nominees,” said Lord Greyheart. The last page floated up and the judge began to read. “Miss Victoria Cornerstone.”A thin, pinched-mouth spinster of a woman floated forward and hovered near the podium.“Mr. Drew Pettigrew.”A big, barrel-chested man drifted forward, nodding to Greyheart then at the congregation. “Councilman Diggles will head the committee, of course.”Bertie Diggles nodded and smiled. “Miss Francis Bishop.” A round of applause and whistles burst into the room. I hadn’t seen Franny arrive, but she appeared and waved to me as she floated down the aisle. We were Franny’s reluctant guests, here to witness and support our resident ghost madam in her bid to sit on the missing paranormal committee. I had a personal interest in the matter, so agreed to come, recruiting Badger and Simon to escort me. Speaking to spirits was my gift. Or not, depending on how you looked at it. Simon was only just realizing his talents in this area. But with everything I’ve seen, I don’t believe I ever had a stranger evening my entire life. Franny drifted around a mishmash of ghosts and other stranger than fiction paranormals sitting on benches and made her way to the podium.Miss Cornerstone stuck her nose higher in the air, if that was possible, as Franny took her place near the podium. Franny smiled widely at her, her ample chest proud, head held high. Miss Cornerstone sniffed. “And last, but, ahem, certainly not least, Miss Indigo Eady.” I gasped. The whole room gasped.This was not the plan. Oh crap!***
Have you ever been drafted?
_______________A-Z Related Links:Bart Bagley and the Blind Badger
Lucifer's Cage
Volatile Vortex
Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner. I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles! So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge. I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…********************
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is for the Missing Paranormal Committee. Who would have ever thought that I’d become a celebrity? Okay, only in the paranormal world, but still. Turns out they’re fascinated by me. Me! They all want to meet the teenage ghost whisperer who can see and speak to them. I guess word really got around after the gang and I solved Bart Bagley’s murder. All of a sudden, our investigative skills are in demand. Or maybe it's just Franny’s connection to the spirit community that opened up the party line. However it came to be, much to my Lucifer's Cage
Volatile Vortex
April 13, 2013
A-Z: Lucifer's Cage
A-Z Challenge 2013: The Paranormal Case Files of Indigo Eady
Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner. I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles! So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge. I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…********************
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is for Lucifer's Cage. Lucifer’s Cage is one of the scarier things I’ve come across. Not personally you understand, I mean I haven’t seen the cage firsthand or anything like that. But I have met one of Lucifer’s minions. In fact, it’s after me. The Soul Collector, I mean. Something about my special brand of energy as a ghost-whispering, psychometry-reading psychic draws it to me like a bee to honey. It is the scariest stalker ever. But first, who is Lucifer? He is the devil. The fallen angel who waged war against God and was banished from heaven. When he began recruiting lost human souls and turning them into demons to further his war, the Cage was created to contain him. But I’m afraid there are ways to continue his evil. You can be sure that he’s like a puppet master, pulling the strings from backstage. Like any prisoner, he has ties to the outside.
And so Lucifer’s Cage is just that. A cage to contain the devil. Only it’s more elaborate than it sounds. It’s sort of limitless in space and has doorways, built by Lucifer himself, to other dimensions of his own making. It’s rather complicated. All I know is that we don’t ever want him to escape because evil such as we’ve never known will be released upon the unsuspecting world. And so I'll leave you with this scene where the Soul Collector chased me down a ginnel (alley)::::
Not good – this is not good, I muttered under my breath. I had decided on an early morning jog to burn off some of those extra holiday calories. Halfway through the narrow, cobble-stoned ginnel, I hit a cold spot. Hair rose on the nape of my neck, an all too familiar tingling crept up my spine. I chanced a quick glance over my shoulder. It was there. As I knew it would be. A dark, indistinct outline rose out of the mist from where I had just come, casting it’s long shadow onto the uneven cobblestones, filling the cracks and crevices in a fluid motion. I shivered, even through my sweat, warm breath puffing clouds of steam about my head. I had seen the dark entity a few times before. Always a bad omen. Always heralding death, a trumpeter announcing its own horrid arrival. I stifled a sob. Why now? What the hell more could possibly happen? I didn’t know what would happen if it ever caught up to me - didn’t want to know. I ran faster. The pounding of my trainers echoed around me, matching the pounding in my head, reverberating off the stone walls in the enclosed space. Fog rolled in from both ends of the passageway, enshrouding me with swirling gray clouds. A freak snow began to fall, white specks on blue-black hair. Trapped inside a sepia-toned snow globe. Heart pounding and breath coming hard and fast, I glanced back once more. The evil harbinger still came. I burst into the market square, the complete weather change a warm, welcome...brief relief. ***** And of course this is where I infamously barreled over Badger, right after I burst into the market square. *sigh* I hope you've never met Lucifer, but have you ever met one of his minions? ____________A-Z Related Links:
Volatile VortexZagana
Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner. I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles! So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge. I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…********************
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is for Lucifer's Cage. Lucifer’s Cage is one of the scarier things I’ve come across. Not personally you understand, I mean I haven’t seen the cage firsthand or anything like that. But I have met one of Lucifer’s minions. In fact, it’s after me. The Soul Collector, I mean. Something about my special brand of energy as a ghost-whispering, psychometry-reading psychic draws it to me like a bee to honey. It is the scariest stalker ever. But first, who is Lucifer? He is the devil. The fallen angel who waged war against God and was banished from heaven. When he began recruiting lost human souls and turning them into demons to further his war, the Cage was created to contain him. But I’m afraid there are ways to continue his evil. You can be sure that he’s like a puppet master, pulling the strings from backstage. Like any prisoner, he has ties to the outside. And so Lucifer’s Cage is just that. A cage to contain the devil. Only it’s more elaborate than it sounds. It’s sort of limitless in space and has doorways, built by Lucifer himself, to other dimensions of his own making. It’s rather complicated. All I know is that we don’t ever want him to escape because evil such as we’ve never known will be released upon the unsuspecting world. And so I'll leave you with this scene where the Soul Collector chased me down a ginnel (alley)::::
Not good – this is not good, I muttered under my breath. I had decided on an early morning jog to burn off some of those extra holiday calories. Halfway through the narrow, cobble-stoned ginnel, I hit a cold spot. Hair rose on the nape of my neck, an all too familiar tingling crept up my spine. I chanced a quick glance over my shoulder. It was there. As I knew it would be. A dark, indistinct outline rose out of the mist from where I had just come, casting it’s long shadow onto the uneven cobblestones, filling the cracks and crevices in a fluid motion. I shivered, even through my sweat, warm breath puffing clouds of steam about my head. I had seen the dark entity a few times before. Always a bad omen. Always heralding death, a trumpeter announcing its own horrid arrival. I stifled a sob. Why now? What the hell more could possibly happen? I didn’t know what would happen if it ever caught up to me - didn’t want to know. I ran faster. The pounding of my trainers echoed around me, matching the pounding in my head, reverberating off the stone walls in the enclosed space. Fog rolled in from both ends of the passageway, enshrouding me with swirling gray clouds. A freak snow began to fall, white specks on blue-black hair. Trapped inside a sepia-toned snow globe. Heart pounding and breath coming hard and fast, I glanced back once more. The evil harbinger still came. I burst into the market square, the complete weather change a warm, welcome...brief relief. ***** And of course this is where I infamously barreled over Badger, right after I burst into the market square. *sigh* I hope you've never met Lucifer, but have you ever met one of his minions? ____________A-Z Related Links:
Volatile VortexZagana
April 12, 2013
A-Z: Krispin the Kitsoon
A - Z Challenge 2013: The Paranormal Case Files of Indigo Eady
Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner. I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles! So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge. I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…********************
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is for Krispin the Kitsoon. I’m pretty sure I’ve met a kitsoon. Yeah, the perv actually felt me up at Gertrude’s Garden during the cotillion. He was my first dance. One word of advice: never trust a dude with three arms. But first, what is a kitsoon? After my experience at the cotillion, I felt compelled to look up several things. It’s not often I’m faced with strange things I don’t understand, but that was before I discovered Gertrude’s Garden. A kitsoon is a spirit that’s been morphed by what it had become in life. In the case of Krispin, he ended up with an oversized head, three arms/hands and a tail. I’ve since learned that he had a huge ego and was a philanderer who took women for their money. So it made physical sense that he needed an overlarge head to contain his ego and an extra hand to pick someone’s pocket or feel up a woman. And the tail? Yeah, so the tell tale sign of a kitsune is a tail--fair warning that you’re dealing with an ass. Other attributes of a kitsoon: 1) Invisibility and flight, of course, because he’s a ghost 2) Ability to create elaborate illusions, indistinguishable from reality 3) Powerful kitsoon can bend time and space 4) Can take other shapes and forms for a limited time 5) Have characteristics of vampires or succubi in that they feed on human spirits through sexual contact. 6) Wears a glowing, round, white pearl-like ball around its neck or in its ear. It’s said to hold the kitsoon’s soul and the kitsoon will die without it. Anyone who is able to obtain the ball could extract a wish in exchange for its return. 7) Able to lead travelers astray using the glowing ball like a will o’ the wisp.
Dare I ask if you've dealt with an ass?
______________A-Z Related Links:Creepy CotillionDoppelgangerGertrude's Garden
Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner. I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles! So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge. I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…********************
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is for Krispin the Kitsoon. I’m pretty sure I’ve met a kitsoon. Yeah, the perv actually felt me up at Gertrude’s Garden during the cotillion. He was my first dance. One word of advice: never trust a dude with three arms. But first, what is a kitsoon? After my experience at the cotillion, I felt compelled to look up several things. It’s not often I’m faced with strange things I don’t understand, but that was before I discovered Gertrude’s Garden. A kitsoon is a spirit that’s been morphed by what it had become in life. In the case of Krispin, he ended up with an oversized head, three arms/hands and a tail. I’ve since learned that he had a huge ego and was a philanderer who took women for their money. So it made physical sense that he needed an overlarge head to contain his ego and an extra hand to pick someone’s pocket or feel up a woman. And the tail? Yeah, so the tell tale sign of a kitsune is a tail--fair warning that you’re dealing with an ass. Other attributes of a kitsoon: 1) Invisibility and flight, of course, because he’s a ghost 2) Ability to create elaborate illusions, indistinguishable from reality 3) Powerful kitsoon can bend time and space 4) Can take other shapes and forms for a limited time 5) Have characteristics of vampires or succubi in that they feed on human spirits through sexual contact. 6) Wears a glowing, round, white pearl-like ball around its neck or in its ear. It’s said to hold the kitsoon’s soul and the kitsoon will die without it. Anyone who is able to obtain the ball could extract a wish in exchange for its return. 7) Able to lead travelers astray using the glowing ball like a will o’ the wisp.
Dare I ask if you've dealt with an ass?
______________A-Z Related Links:Creepy CotillionDoppelgangerGertrude's Garden
