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April 11, 2013
A-Z: Jinn
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 Jinn. Some people think Jinn are interchangeable with genies, but they’re not. Genies grant wishes—jinn don’t. Not that I think genies are real, mind you. But jinn are a very real possibility. I knew a little about them from my grandmother, my mother’s mother, who was an elder in the Viejas band of Kumeyii Indians. She knew a lot about the supernatural and used to tell me stories. I looked Jinn up not that long ago because, well, okay this is going to sound crazy. We have a ghost cat named Cleo, so named because just like the famous Cleopatra, she’s gorgeous, is manipulative and she likes men. I don’t have a big head, really I don’t. But I got suspicious because most animals really like me - Cleo doesn’t.
So here's a breakdown of my research:
1) Our kitchen is specially protected so ghosts can’t enter—but Cleo can. 2) Jinn have the ability to appear in animal or human form—Cleo’s a cat.
3) If Jinn like you, they’ll follow you around—Cleo sticks like glue to Simon.4) If you disappoint her, as in a lack of bravery, she’ll torment you—hasn’t happened yet, but...
5) If you impress her by acting brave, she’ll disappear and nothing will be left but ash—this definitely hasn’t happened yet.
6) Jinn are said to be made from fire—Cleo intentionally rubs against you, causing static electricity to spark and zap you whenever you touch anything - could be she's working her way up to fire...
7) The highest of the jinn is said to be the devil—I’m still on the fence on this one - Cleo could be a she-devil.
So it’s looking like Cleo really is a ghost cat with some Jinn qualities. But as far as I’m concerned, the jury’s still out. What about you? Are there any Jinn in your life?
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A-Z Related Links:
Lucifer's CageVolatile 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 Jinn. Some people think Jinn are interchangeable with genies, but they’re not. Genies grant wishes—jinn don’t. Not that I think genies are real, mind you. But jinn are a very real possibility. I knew a little about them from my grandmother, my mother’s mother, who was an elder in the Viejas band of Kumeyii Indians. She knew a lot about the supernatural and used to tell me stories. I looked Jinn up not that long ago because, well, okay this is going to sound crazy. We have a ghost cat named Cleo, so named because just like the famous Cleopatra, she’s gorgeous, is manipulative and she likes men. I don’t have a big head, really I don’t. But I got suspicious because most animals really like me - Cleo doesn’t. So here's a breakdown of my research:
1) Our kitchen is specially protected so ghosts can’t enter—but Cleo can. 2) Jinn have the ability to appear in animal or human form—Cleo’s a cat.
3) If Jinn like you, they’ll follow you around—Cleo sticks like glue to Simon.4) If you disappoint her, as in a lack of bravery, she’ll torment you—hasn’t happened yet, but...
5) If you impress her by acting brave, she’ll disappear and nothing will be left but ash—this definitely hasn’t happened yet.
6) Jinn are said to be made from fire—Cleo intentionally rubs against you, causing static electricity to spark and zap you whenever you touch anything - could be she's working her way up to fire...
7) The highest of the jinn is said to be the devil—I’m still on the fence on this one - Cleo could be a she-devil.
So it’s looking like Cleo really is a ghost cat with some Jinn qualities. But as far as I’m concerned, the jury’s still out. What about you? Are there any Jinn in your life?
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A-Z Related Links:
Lucifer's CageVolatile VortexZagana
April 10, 2013
A-Z: Inter-dimensional Travel
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 Inter-dimensional Travel. I initially learned about inter-dimensional travel from Franny. I always knew there was a heaven and hell, with the living—us—in the middle. But I had never thought in terms of dimensions. I’m told there are seven dimensions, but I’m starting to think there are more. I fell, quite literally, into inter-dimensional travel by accident. First, I absolutely DO NOTrecommend it, so don’t try this at home—if you can help it. To begin with, I didn’t realize when I entered Gertrude’s Garden that I had actually entered another dimension. Gertrude’s Garden is a hangout for paranormals of all dimensions, the one place that is considered neutral territory for all, as inter-dimensional travel is frowned upon. And so you’re going to see all kinds of creatures, erm, paranormal beings at Gertie’s. And I mean all kinds. They eat, they drink, they dance and socialize. It’s like a big nightclub. The only way you’d know that you’d entered another dimension—besides the room full of paranormals—is that afterwards you’ll discover that time spent there is extra slow. In other words, we entered, spent at least an hour, but when we left, it was only a few minutes later. Weird, huh? I don’t know how it works, but Gertrude’s also seems to be an entry point that leads to other dimensions as well. If you read the ‘D’ category a week or so ago, I talked about doppelgangers. In particular, mine and Badger’s. They appeared in a wall-sized mirror and taunted us. When I touched the mirror, I fell through into another dimension—the mirror image of the one we’d just left. Then Badger and I proceeded to get extremely lost chasing after those obnoxious doppelgangers. HINT: Do not drink the punch! I don’t know what they put in it, but it’s not normal. It’s paranormal. And extra strong. I mean wobbling-on-your-feet-if-you-can-even-stand kind of strong. ________________A-Z Related Links:Creepy CotillionDoppelgangersGertrude'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 Inter-dimensional Travel. I initially learned about inter-dimensional travel from Franny. I always knew there was a heaven and hell, with the living—us—in the middle. But I had never thought in terms of dimensions. I’m told there are seven dimensions, but I’m starting to think there are more. I fell, quite literally, into inter-dimensional travel by accident. First, I absolutely DO NOTrecommend it, so don’t try this at home—if you can help it. To begin with, I didn’t realize when I entered Gertrude’s Garden that I had actually entered another dimension. Gertrude’s Garden is a hangout for paranormals of all dimensions, the one place that is considered neutral territory for all, as inter-dimensional travel is frowned upon. And so you’re going to see all kinds of creatures, erm, paranormal beings at Gertie’s. And I mean all kinds. They eat, they drink, they dance and socialize. It’s like a big nightclub. The only way you’d know that you’d entered another dimension—besides the room full of paranormals—is that afterwards you’ll discover that time spent there is extra slow. In other words, we entered, spent at least an hour, but when we left, it was only a few minutes later. Weird, huh? I don’t know how it works, but Gertrude’s also seems to be an entry point that leads to other dimensions as well. If you read the ‘D’ category a week or so ago, I talked about doppelgangers. In particular, mine and Badger’s. They appeared in a wall-sized mirror and taunted us. When I touched the mirror, I fell through into another dimension—the mirror image of the one we’d just left. Then Badger and I proceeded to get extremely lost chasing after those obnoxious doppelgangers. HINT: Do not drink the punch! I don’t know what they put in it, but it’s not normal. It’s paranormal. And extra strong. I mean wobbling-on-your-feet-if-you-can-even-stand kind of strong. ________________A-Z Related Links:Creepy CotillionDoppelgangersGertrude's Garden
April 9, 2013
A-Z: Help From Hannah
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 Help From Hannah. Hannah is the seventeenth century serving wench that "works" at the Blind Badger. Notice the quotation marks. Even when she was alive, I don't think she got much work done. She's a terrible gossip and eavesdropper and just loves messing with modern technology. She's a terrible flirt, too. Yeah, Hannah is obviously a ghost that only I can see. But she did prove helpful to us on one of our investigations. Um, not counting the fact that we almost got killed... We were all in the snug discussing the last piece of the puzzle; Shelly’s body and the missing shovel used as the weapon. Ralph Radcliffe gave the police all the information he had and Robbie had shared it with us. Apparently, Billy and Ralph had hidden the bodies and weapon in a tunnel somewhere in Sabrina Shores. “Tunnels?” said Simon. “I’ve never heard of any tunnels ‘round here.” Hannah floated in and out of the room, carrying full tankards of ale in, and empty tankards out. She wore the same clothing as always; blouse, bodice, skirts and apron. Her blonde hair was pinned into a bun, with escaping tendrils surrounding her round face. I smiled absently at her as the conversation continued. “Apparently they’re only accessible from the river,” said Badger. “No they’re not,” said Hannah, setting down tankards of invisible beer. “They’re not?” I said. “No,” said the wench. “What do you mean, ‘they’re not’? How do you know?” asked Riley. The others looked on, confused. “Hannah,” I answered, pointing to the spirit standing behind Simon, playing with his hair. He swatted at an invisible fly. They glanced at the empty space. Hannah continued. “Any time you want to hide something around these parts, it’s always in the tunnels.” She looked at me like I was simple-minded. “Everybody knows that. But it’s dangerous – the worst of the worst is down there. You’d never get me down there.” “Where are the tunnels, though? How do you get there?” I asked as the others looked on, bemused. “I’ll show you,” said Hannah, and she floated through the closed door before I had a chance to say anything. I leapt out of my seat and ran through the door after her, yelling, “Come on,” over my shoulder to Riley and the boys. They raced after me. “What’s going on, where are we going?” Badger asked from behind me, weaving through the passages to a door at the other end of the kitchen. I yanked on the door, about to burst through, when I hit a wall of darkness. Badger, unable to stop his forward momentum, ran into the back of me, grabbing me around the waist before I could tumble down the dark stairwell. Simon, Cappy and Riley brought up the rear, peering around us to see what was below. I fumbled around for a light switch, which when I found it, cast barely a glow to light our way. I started down, the others behind me. The stairwell was steep and went down quite a way before we reached the bottom. I shivered at the cold and damp. Badger fumbled for a light switch on the wall behind us, which cast another weak glow. “The cellar,” said Badger, unnecessarily. Full of boxes stacked against the walls, mostly alcohol, but sacks of potatoes and other goods as well. I looked for Hannah, who hovered at the top of the stairwell looking down at us. She pointed into the shadows, a look of true fear on her pale face, and disappeared. “She’s afraid.” I peered into the shadows and shivered involuntarily. “Who?” Cappy asked. “Hannah,” I answered.
***If you want to learn more about what happened in the tunnels, come back for the 'T' post! ________________A-Z Related Links:Telepathy in the Tunnels
Which Witch is Which?
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 Help From Hannah. Hannah is the seventeenth century serving wench that "works" at the Blind Badger. Notice the quotation marks. Even when she was alive, I don't think she got much work done. She's a terrible gossip and eavesdropper and just loves messing with modern technology. She's a terrible flirt, too. Yeah, Hannah is obviously a ghost that only I can see. But she did prove helpful to us on one of our investigations. Um, not counting the fact that we almost got killed... We were all in the snug discussing the last piece of the puzzle; Shelly’s body and the missing shovel used as the weapon. Ralph Radcliffe gave the police all the information he had and Robbie had shared it with us. Apparently, Billy and Ralph had hidden the bodies and weapon in a tunnel somewhere in Sabrina Shores. “Tunnels?” said Simon. “I’ve never heard of any tunnels ‘round here.” Hannah floated in and out of the room, carrying full tankards of ale in, and empty tankards out. She wore the same clothing as always; blouse, bodice, skirts and apron. Her blonde hair was pinned into a bun, with escaping tendrils surrounding her round face. I smiled absently at her as the conversation continued. “Apparently they’re only accessible from the river,” said Badger. “No they’re not,” said Hannah, setting down tankards of invisible beer. “They’re not?” I said. “No,” said the wench. “What do you mean, ‘they’re not’? How do you know?” asked Riley. The others looked on, confused. “Hannah,” I answered, pointing to the spirit standing behind Simon, playing with his hair. He swatted at an invisible fly. They glanced at the empty space. Hannah continued. “Any time you want to hide something around these parts, it’s always in the tunnels.” She looked at me like I was simple-minded. “Everybody knows that. But it’s dangerous – the worst of the worst is down there. You’d never get me down there.” “Where are the tunnels, though? How do you get there?” I asked as the others looked on, bemused. “I’ll show you,” said Hannah, and she floated through the closed door before I had a chance to say anything. I leapt out of my seat and ran through the door after her, yelling, “Come on,” over my shoulder to Riley and the boys. They raced after me. “What’s going on, where are we going?” Badger asked from behind me, weaving through the passages to a door at the other end of the kitchen. I yanked on the door, about to burst through, when I hit a wall of darkness. Badger, unable to stop his forward momentum, ran into the back of me, grabbing me around the waist before I could tumble down the dark stairwell. Simon, Cappy and Riley brought up the rear, peering around us to see what was below. I fumbled around for a light switch, which when I found it, cast barely a glow to light our way. I started down, the others behind me. The stairwell was steep and went down quite a way before we reached the bottom. I shivered at the cold and damp. Badger fumbled for a light switch on the wall behind us, which cast another weak glow. “The cellar,” said Badger, unnecessarily. Full of boxes stacked against the walls, mostly alcohol, but sacks of potatoes and other goods as well. I looked for Hannah, who hovered at the top of the stairwell looking down at us. She pointed into the shadows, a look of true fear on her pale face, and disappeared. “She’s afraid.” I peered into the shadows and shivered involuntarily. “Who?” Cappy asked. “Hannah,” I answered. ***If you want to learn more about what happened in the tunnels, come back for the 'T' post! ________________A-Z Related Links:Telepathy in the Tunnels
Which Witch is Which?
April 8, 2013
A-Z: Gardengoyles at Gertrude's Garden
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…******************** G is for Guess who's being featured over at Michael DiGesu's blog as well as C.M. Brown's blog today? That's right - me! Hope you can stop by. Now let’s see, what should we talk about for the letter G? I'll just riffle through my files real quick... Lord Greyheart, Ghost Lights, Ghost Whisperer, Ghost Hunting, Graveyard, Gardengoyles... Gardengoyles!
G is for the Gardengoyles in Gertrude's Garden.
I just have to tell you about the Gardengoyles at Gertrude's Garden! Gertrude's Garden is sort of a neutral nightclub and gathering spot for paranormals that sits right behind the cemetery in Sabrina Shores. Weird, right? Trust me, you don't know the half of it. Anyway, Badger, Simon and I ended up there while investigating missing paranormals. You know I’m used to seeing ghosts - I know they exist because I’ve always experienced them for as long as I can remember. Yeah, it’s weird to some people, but like I said, I’m used to seeing ghosts. But what I’m about to reveal really Blew. Me. Away! Gardengoyles. They exist. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes… The figures stopped just out of the shadows, fully visible under the moon glow. I gasped. “W-w-what are they?” Simon croaked. “I dunno,” said Badger, staring up at the creatures. He grasped my shoulder, painfully, and pulled me behind him, all the while inching backwards. I peered around him to get a better look. “I do. I know what they are. But—they don’t exist.” “Uh, would you care to enlighten us about the non-existent creatures who may or may not be standing before us?” said Badger, a note of exasperation creeping into his voice. I grasped Badger’s jacket tightly between my fingers, as if the tighter I hung on, the safer I’d be. “Th-th-they’re gargoyles.” “Are they dangerous?” asked Badger.“Dangerous? Look at them!” exclaimed Simon, on the point of hysteria. “Talons and tails can’t be a good thing. Just sayin’. And are those… horns?” “And wings,” I added, as the purplish-grey dude leapt forward and extended a twenty foot wingspan. I’m not gonna lie, I hid my face in Badger’s jacket and waited for the blow. But…“Name please?” Simon’s mouth fell open. “W-what?” I squeaked. “Name please – this is Saturday, you require a reservation if you’d like to enter.” The gargoyle’s deep voice matched his size. I gulped. “I…I…I’m…” Forming words escaped me. I felt like an under-aged youth trying to sneak into a nightclub. He came closer and peered down at me, squinting his purple glowing eyes. “Why, you’re her, aren’t you? The girl on the missing paranormal panel.” He turned back to his friend. “Hey Gertie, we got live ones here. It’s the girl on the committee and two blokes.” _________________A-Z Related Links:Creepy Cotillion
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…******************** G is for Guess who's being featured over at Michael DiGesu's blog as well as C.M. Brown's blog today? That's right - me! Hope you can stop by. Now let’s see, what should we talk about for the letter G? I'll just riffle through my files real quick... Lord Greyheart, Ghost Lights, Ghost Whisperer, Ghost Hunting, Graveyard, Gardengoyles... Gardengoyles!
G is for the Gardengoyles in Gertrude's Garden.
I just have to tell you about the Gardengoyles at Gertrude's Garden! Gertrude's Garden is sort of a neutral nightclub and gathering spot for paranormals that sits right behind the cemetery in Sabrina Shores. Weird, right? Trust me, you don't know the half of it. Anyway, Badger, Simon and I ended up there while investigating missing paranormals. You know I’m used to seeing ghosts - I know they exist because I’ve always experienced them for as long as I can remember. Yeah, it’s weird to some people, but like I said, I’m used to seeing ghosts. But what I’m about to reveal really Blew. Me. Away! Gardengoyles. They exist. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes… The figures stopped just out of the shadows, fully visible under the moon glow. I gasped. “W-w-what are they?” Simon croaked. “I dunno,” said Badger, staring up at the creatures. He grasped my shoulder, painfully, and pulled me behind him, all the while inching backwards. I peered around him to get a better look. “I do. I know what they are. But—they don’t exist.” “Uh, would you care to enlighten us about the non-existent creatures who may or may not be standing before us?” said Badger, a note of exasperation creeping into his voice. I grasped Badger’s jacket tightly between my fingers, as if the tighter I hung on, the safer I’d be. “Th-th-they’re gargoyles.” “Are they dangerous?” asked Badger.“Dangerous? Look at them!” exclaimed Simon, on the point of hysteria. “Talons and tails can’t be a good thing. Just sayin’. And are those… horns?” “And wings,” I added, as the purplish-grey dude leapt forward and extended a twenty foot wingspan. I’m not gonna lie, I hid my face in Badger’s jacket and waited for the blow. But…“Name please?” Simon’s mouth fell open. “W-what?” I squeaked. “Name please – this is Saturday, you require a reservation if you’d like to enter.” The gargoyle’s deep voice matched his size. I gulped. “I…I…I’m…” Forming words escaped me. I felt like an under-aged youth trying to sneak into a nightclub. He came closer and peered down at me, squinting his purple glowing eyes. “Why, you’re her, aren’t you? The girl on the missing paranormal panel.” He turned back to his friend. “Hey Gertie, we got live ones here. It’s the girl on the committee and two blokes.” _________________A-Z Related Links:Creepy Cotillion
April 6, 2013
A-Z: Freakin' Frankenstein
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 Freakin' Frankenstein. We all know who Frankenstein is, right? He’s the dude made up of different body parts and brought to life during an electrical storm by a mad scientist. He was kind of scary back in the day, but not so much anymore, what with all the scary monsters we have now. You know, monsters like demons and zombies are way scarier than Frankenstein’s monster. At least, that’s what I thought until Franny allowed my little cousin Bryan to watch Frankenstein on television. As you know, Franny is a ghost and former madam who lives at my house. Bryan is Simon’s little brother who died in a hit and run accident along with his mother. In the book, A Guilty Ghost Surprised (not yet released), Bryan has crossed over to heaven but returns for some reason. So that prompts us to launch a murder investigation. We figured if we found the hit and run driver then we could figure out why Bryan returned and send him back. In the meantime, Bryan is hanging around the house all day watching television with Franny. I’m afraid Bryan has opened a whole new world for Franny by introducing her to television. They even fight over the remote control. Bryan wants to watch cartoons and Franny watches the soaps. I guess I never thought much about ghosts getting scared, though. But Bryan is still only a little boy... Muted television sounds came from downstairs, but I tried to ignore it. I was just drifting off when a commotion coming from Simon’s room interrupted me. A muffled yell, then footsteps running down the hall, and then my door flung open. I abruptly sat up, my heart racing. Simon ran in with Bryan shooting around him into my bed and Fanny floating through him in her haste to get inside my room. “What the bloody hell is going on?” Simon yelled in a stage whisper, shivering.“Bryan, it’s okay, child…” Fanny soothed Bryan while Simon continued to babble. “I was sleeping and then something yanked the covers off and then the flippin’ bed turned ice cold and I felt something, I don’t know what, climb into bed with me…” He was totally freaked out. “It’s okay,” I said. “It’s only Bryan.” Bryan dove into my bed and curled against my side like a giant cold foot. I shivered and pulled the blanket up to my chin.“What happened?” I asked Fanny while Simon stood uncomprehending and Bryan clung to my arm. “We were only watching television, dear, and Bryan screamed and flew up here, as if terrified for his life…” I sighed. “What were you watching?”“Frankensomething.” “Frankenstein?” I was exasperated. “Fanny, you can’t let a three-year-old watch scary movies, especially not in the middle of the night.” “They were watching Frankenstein?” asked Simon, incredulous. “He was a perfectly lovely creature, dear. Not scary at all, really.” “Maybe not to you, but you’re used to scary, er, different creatures,” I said. “They were watching Frankenstein?” Simon repeated. Fanny looked at Bryan. “I am sorry, child, I didn’t know.” She float-paced, grief stricken. “It’s been ever so long since I’ve been around children. Not since I was a child myself, and that was a hundred and twenty-five years ago.” ***
Do you have any scary movie stories?
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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 Freakin' Frankenstein. We all know who Frankenstein is, right? He’s the dude made up of different body parts and brought to life during an electrical storm by a mad scientist. He was kind of scary back in the day, but not so much anymore, what with all the scary monsters we have now. You know, monsters like demons and zombies are way scarier than Frankenstein’s monster. At least, that’s what I thought until Franny allowed my little cousin Bryan to watch Frankenstein on television. As you know, Franny is a ghost and former madam who lives at my house. Bryan is Simon’s little brother who died in a hit and run accident along with his mother. In the book, A Guilty Ghost Surprised (not yet released), Bryan has crossed over to heaven but returns for some reason. So that prompts us to launch a murder investigation. We figured if we found the hit and run driver then we could figure out why Bryan returned and send him back. In the meantime, Bryan is hanging around the house all day watching television with Franny. I’m afraid Bryan has opened a whole new world for Franny by introducing her to television. They even fight over the remote control. Bryan wants to watch cartoons and Franny watches the soaps. I guess I never thought much about ghosts getting scared, though. But Bryan is still only a little boy... Muted television sounds came from downstairs, but I tried to ignore it. I was just drifting off when a commotion coming from Simon’s room interrupted me. A muffled yell, then footsteps running down the hall, and then my door flung open. I abruptly sat up, my heart racing. Simon ran in with Bryan shooting around him into my bed and Fanny floating through him in her haste to get inside my room. “What the bloody hell is going on?” Simon yelled in a stage whisper, shivering.“Bryan, it’s okay, child…” Fanny soothed Bryan while Simon continued to babble. “I was sleeping and then something yanked the covers off and then the flippin’ bed turned ice cold and I felt something, I don’t know what, climb into bed with me…” He was totally freaked out. “It’s okay,” I said. “It’s only Bryan.” Bryan dove into my bed and curled against my side like a giant cold foot. I shivered and pulled the blanket up to my chin.“What happened?” I asked Fanny while Simon stood uncomprehending and Bryan clung to my arm. “We were only watching television, dear, and Bryan screamed and flew up here, as if terrified for his life…” I sighed. “What were you watching?”“Frankensomething.” “Frankenstein?” I was exasperated. “Fanny, you can’t let a three-year-old watch scary movies, especially not in the middle of the night.” “They were watching Frankenstein?” asked Simon, incredulous. “He was a perfectly lovely creature, dear. Not scary at all, really.” “Maybe not to you, but you’re used to scary, er, different creatures,” I said. “They were watching Frankenstein?” Simon repeated. Fanny looked at Bryan. “I am sorry, child, I didn’t know.” She float-paced, grief stricken. “It’s been ever so long since I’ve been around children. Not since I was a child myself, and that was a hundred and twenty-five years ago.” ***
Do you have any scary movie stories?
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April 5, 2013
A-Z: Extrasensory Perception
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…******************** E is for Extrasensory Perception (ESP). Not only can I see and speak with ghosts and do Psychometry—which I’ll explain when I get to the Ps—but I have ESP as well.
Extrasensory Perception is when you sense things through the mind, rather than the physical senses. It's like intuition or precognition, only magnified. I think all of us experience ESP, if we’d just pay attention. For a ghost whispering, psychometry reading psychic, I can be awfully dense sometimes. Like in Givin’ Up The Ghost. I was given the same clue over and over again. Finally, toward the end of the investigation, it was pounded into my head during sleep. We could have solved the investigation so much sooner if I had Just. Paid. Attention!
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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…******************** E is for Extrasensory Perception (ESP). Not only can I see and speak with ghosts and do Psychometry—which I’ll explain when I get to the Ps—but I have ESP as well.
Extrasensory Perception is when you sense things through the mind, rather than the physical senses. It's like intuition or precognition, only magnified. I think all of us experience ESP, if we’d just pay attention. For a ghost whispering, psychometry reading psychic, I can be awfully dense sometimes. Like in Givin’ Up The Ghost. I was given the same clue over and over again. Finally, toward the end of the investigation, it was pounded into my head during sleep. We could have solved the investigation so much sooner if I had Just. Paid. Attention!
“I’m so happy for you,” I said to Badger. Tears blurred my vision. I hugged him tightly. I was happy. Truly happy. So why couldn’t I shake this feeling? Now that the investigation was over, it felt anticlimactic. That must be where my uneasiness came from. All the work we did, and we hadn’t solved the crime. The police solved it after all. Somehow, it felt wrong.
A watery sun peeked over the horizon by the time we reached home, exhausted. We ate a quick breakfast and each went to our rooms to sleep.
Perhaps this time I can sleep. I changed into my pajamas and fell into bed.
I fell instantly into a deep, almost unnatural sleep.
Claude Burns is sitting at the end of the bar, already unsteady on his stool – the clock behind the bar flashes 11:27 a.m. Claude is laughing, talking to Charlie, gesticulating a funny occasion with his hands –the sounds are muted, as if under water.
Bart Bagley is on a stool at the other end of the bar, reading a newspaper. The date on the newspaper is August 20, 2011, which flashes like the clock behind the bar. Bart opens the paper and begins to read. 11:29 flashes on the clock behind the bar.
Charlie goes into the back, damp towel thrown over his shoulder.
Bart yells something indistinguishable, anger apparent in his every move, tension emanating from his body, like a shaken soda about to bubble over. He throws the newspaper on the bar, grabs his briefcase with one hand and is dialing a number on his mobile with the other.
Claude, the only other person in the room, watches him go.
....Claude is sitting at the end of the bar...
....The clock behind the bar flashes 11:27...
....Bart sitting on a stool at the other end...
....August 20, 2011 flashing on the newspaper...
....Bart opens the newspaper...
....Bart throws down the newspaper...
....Bart throws down the newspaper...
....Bart throws down the newspaper...
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Now-- do you get the feeling the clue has something to do with the NEWSPAPER?! Sheesh! ______________A-Z Related Links:
Bart Bagley and the Blind Badger
April 4, 2013
A-Z: Damnable Doppelgangers
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…******************** D is for Damnable Doppelgangers.
The same evening we attended the cotillion, I saw my first doppelganger. Correction. My own doppelganger. Trust me, that was weird, even for me...
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Creepy Cotillion
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…******************** D is for Damnable Doppelgangers.
The same evening we attended the cotillion, I saw my first doppelganger. Correction. My own doppelganger. Trust me, that was weird, even for me...
I lifted the hem of my dress and let myself be pulled across the floor. Our shadows blended with theirs as we ascended up the wide, winding staircase. A majority of the shadows veered left and we joined the queue. Badger continued to pull me quickly along the hall before they discovered...
Too late. The shy shadows, ever elusive, figured out we were following them. They dispersed in a flash, scattering in every direction and disappearing through cracks. We were left turning circles in an empty hall.
“Okay,” said Badger. “They were headed this way. Let’s just keep going, see if we can pick up the trail.”
I tried to ignore the lace-up boots that pinched my toes. I was no Amazon, but the Victorians were small, especially their shoes, which were a mite too narrow for my feet. We wandered the maze of halls and didn’t see a sign of the Shadow People.
Badger kept hold of my hand as we approached the end of a portrait-lined hall, wall sconces lighting our progress.
“Look at that,” said Badger, as we approached a gold-gilded, wall-length mirror. “Blimey, we look good!”
We admired our reflections in full Victorian dress. Me in an off-the-shoulder violet dress, a single, long black curl resting over my pale white shoulder. Badger in black tail coat and trousers with a black waistcoat, white bow tie and shirt—black top hat perched at an angle on his head.
We smiled at our reflections.
Our reflections smiled back.
We laughed.
Our reflections laughed back.
Our reflections waved…
Wait.
I did not wave…so how…
I turned to Badger—he turned to me.
“What…did you…I didn’t…”
Badger looked as freaked out as I felt.
We looked back at the mirror. Although no sound reached us, they were laughing at us! Having a good laugh, too, hanging on each other’s shoulders.
She stuck her tongue out at us.
He made an obscene hand gesture.
I sucked in a breath. My fists went to my hips. “Stop that!”
Badger, the real one, frowned. “What are they?”
“Right off hand I’d say they’re doppelgangers. Our doubles. But the real question is, what are they doing here?”
“Or more importantly, why are they purposely antagonizing us?”
He was right. They were deliberately trying to get a rise out of us. But why?
“Who are you?” I don’t know what her game was, but someone else wearing my face and body wasn’t cool.
She turned and kissed the Badger reflection right on the lips, a long, sensuous, face-sucking, tongue-wrangling kiss.
I gasped and took a step closer, a brief flicker of something like jealousy momentarily sparking my temper. Was he enjoying kissing me, er, her? I didn’t see him struggling...
Then she turned back to me and winked.
“Why you little…”
The moment I touched the mirror, I fell through, Badger’s voice calling my name ringing in my ears._______________
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Creepy Cotillion
April 3, 2013
A-Z: Creepy Cotillion
A-Z Challenge 2013: The Paranomal Case Files of Indigo Eady
Indigo EadyA-Z HostHey 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… ******************************* C is for the Case of the Creepy Cotillion. Ah yes. The case of the creepy cotillion. You may be asking what’s so creepy about a cotillion, right? I mean, it’s just a dance. But how many of you have attended a Victorian cotillion full of ghosts and other paranormal beings? I mean, I had the dress and the hair. I even had a dance card!
I can’t tell you everything that happened that night, because I don’t want to spoil the book for you when it comes out. But here’s what happened when we first got there:
Jameson, a smile pasted on his bulbous head, served drinks. The boys and I chose to stick with water. Gazing around the big hall, I was amazed by the lavish décor, so different than the last time we were there. A huge, candlelit chandelier hung near the center of the room. Candlelit sconces lined the walls. Even so, the cotillion hall was brighter than the candlelight warranted. I reminded myself that though we’d been here for half an hour, it was probably just a nanosecond in real time. I scanned the room for Shadow People and noted for the first time that there were quite a number of them moving along the walls and floors.
“Excuse me, I believe the next dance is mine.” The three-armed dude—what was his name? Krispin—hovered over me.
“Oh!” Startled, I looked at the dance card attached to my wrist. Krispin’s name was scribbled next to the third dance, a waltz. “I’m not sure I can…”
“I am an expert dancer, Miss Eady. Just follow my lead.” He smiled down into my face, totally creeping me out.
“Well. Okay then.” My two left feet and I followed him onto the dance floor. Once I got the hang of it, it was quite fun, and Krispin was indeed a wonderful dancer. I enjoyed myself until one of his hands began to wander down a bit low on my backside. Still, he continued to smile into my face.
“Mr. Krispin, if your hand wanders any further I shall be forced to scream the house down,” I said, returning his creepy smile.
“Oh I beg your pardon, Miss Eady. With three hands, it’s sometimes awkward knowing what to do with the unoccupied one.”
Creepy smile still pasted to his face, the wayward hand began to wander again. I frowned and considered stomping on his foot. But that didn’t work well will ghosts. But if he thought it might actually hurt…
“Pardon me. May I cut in?” said Badger politely.
Krispin turned and scowled at Badger. “I say, if you want to dance with the young lady, then sign her dance card.” Annoyance slid from his tongue. “This is my dance.” He turned back to me.
*** It started with Krispin, but the rest of the evening just got more and more interesting. You'll have to wait to find out what happened, though, for when more A-Z links are posted. Dare I ask if you've ever danced with a three-armed dude? _______________A-Z Related Links: Damnable DoppelgangersGardengoyles at Gertie'sInter-dimensional TravelKrispin the KitsoonMissing ParanormalsOrbsShadow PeopleVolatile VortexesYggdrasil PunchZagana“And I say,” said Badger, “that I would gladly relieve you of one of your arms should one of them become too—what was the word?—awkward.” He grasped my hand, muttering “Flippin’ Tosser,” as he led me off the dance floor.
April 2, 2013
A-Z: Bart Bagley at the Blind Badger
A-Z Challenge 2013:
The Paranormal Case Files of Indigo Eady
Indigo EadyYour A-Z Host
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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B is for Bart Bagley at the Blind Badger The first time I saw Bart Bagley, he was sitting on the end barstool at the Blind Badger reading a newspaper. And yes, he was quite dead. The second time I saw him was much more eventful. I call this episode, the “Snug Storm.” I had made my way down the uneven passageway to a little room we call “the snug.” I wondered briefly how anyone did it after a few drinks, but I guess a slanted floor is the sort of thing expected in a six hundred-year-old building; things settled and become unlevel and wobbly. The snug is basically just a small, private room with a fireplace, a window, a bench and a couple of chairs. I had just settled into the window seat bench and put my feet up, escaping the crowd and waiting for my part of a celebration clean-up. So Bart pops in, and long story short, he knows he’s dead, but doesn’t realize it’s been months... ***
“Months?!” he responded, “but...it seems like yesterday. My wife – my children!” he moaned. “They must be worried sick!”
That was the understatement of the year.
In his agitation, he began pacing the small room, faster and faster, fading in and out, speaking so rapidly and high-pitched that I couldn’t understand his words.
A sudden burst of laughter reverberated down the hall, invading the little nook like a small explosion. Bart stopped. His jaw clenched. Energy in the room sparked like summer fireflies.
Holy cow.
I slid my eyes briefly toward the door, wondering if I could leave. Now. Like any normal person would.
The laughter seemed to be a personal affront aimed at the confused spirit, mocking him. Stuck in the world of no-man’s land, he was neither dead nor alive.
He became angry.
Extremely angry.
The once cozy flames from the cheery fire suddenly combusted, like a burst of wind had bellowed the fledgling fire into a mini inferno. Ashes blew around the room, swirling into a miniature tornado, picking up everything in its path. Crouching in a corner, heart knocking against my ribs, I frantically slapped at the sparks on my head, the stench of singed hair in my nostrils. Sucked up inside the funnel, my gloves twirled above my head.
It stopped as suddenly as it began. Ash floated gently down to settle on every surface. Sooty flakes transformed the room into a pea-souper mess.
And Hurricane Bart? Gone - a trail of destruction left in his wake.
I stood shocked, ashes raining around my head.
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And so you see, some spirits are capable of causing destruction or harm, even inadvertently. It’s all about energy and how to manipulate it.
This is also how I got drafted into my first murder investigation. Have you ever seen a ghost? What happened? ________________A-Z Related Links:Afterlife
April 1, 2013
A-Z: Afterlife
A-Z Challenge 2013:
The Paranormal Case Files of Indigo Eady
Indigo EadyYour A-Z HostHey 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…**************************A is for Afterlife.
I guess I should give an introduction, because almost everything that follows is going to basically be related to this one, single category: Afterlife. Afterlife is as simple as existence after death. Or as complicated as creatures or beings existing in some form, whether they were ever truly alive (as we know it) or not.
We’re talking ghosts and otherworldly things that go bump in the night. I’ve pretty much seen it all. You will be truly amazed if you come back here every day to read about my experiences.
First of all, some spirits will do almost anything to get your attention. I’ve been pinched, pushed and pulled in all directions. I do my best to ignore them, but some won’t be ignored. That’s how I got mixed up in murder investigations. Sometimes you just have to join the team and go with the flow. So I’ll leave you with this, my first recollection of the afterlife:
It was my third birthday. I was playing with my new toys in my bedroom while the adults were having coffee in the kitchen. My grandfather came in and sat on the floor with me. I had gotten one of those oversized , thick balloons that we batted back and forth.
My Abby, my beloved grandmother, appeared in the doorway and watched us play. She smiled and asked, “Who are you playing with, Indigo?”
I pointed to my grandfather and he winked at me. “With Pappy.”
She only smiled and nodded and watched for awhile. Later in the day, she pulled out a photo album and showed me some photos. “That’s Pappy!” I exclaimed.
My mother, standing behind us, asked, “How do you know?”
“He played with me today.” The adults exchanged looks but said nothing. Pappy had died before I was born. And now I had inherited the family ‘gift’ of seeing and speaking with ghosts.What about you? Have you ever experienced psychic phenomena?
