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HAVE I BECOME A MISSING PERSON?

I'm sorry that the posting on the blog has been sporadic. I have had serious internet connect-ability issues and I'm unable to access very often. If you've emailed me in the last week or so, unfortunately I haven't seen it and I will respond as soon as things are ironed out. I'm not ignoring anyone.

The good news is that Wormwood has been selling pretty well. It has been in and out of the top 100 lists on Amazon in both the WAR and Post-Apocalyptic genres. Thank you all so much to anyone who has read the book and I hope everyone has a chance to download it.

I hope to get all of my internet issues straightened out within a week. I will be sure to respond to all of your emails then. Also the blog will be back up in full force at that point and I will continue posting about all of those unexplained phenomena that we all like so much.

Thanks so much for all of your support
~Micah

WHY I TURNED DOWN A SIX BOOK DEAL TO SELF-PUBLISH

Usually my blog is full of unexplained phenomena, strange stuff, aliens or ghosts, but today I thought I'd talk a little bit about my decision to self-publish instead of traditionally publish. I finished my novel "Wormwood" in January and at that time I knew nothing about the publishing industry. I thought that the only way to get your book out there was to query agents and then hopefully find one who was willing to sell your book to a publisher.

I did everything I was supposed to do, or at least what I thought I was supposed to do. I emailed a large handful of agents, I sent out some partials and fulls on request, I even received a couple of offers from small presses.  All the while I was reading about the option of self-publishing and reading author earnings reports. It soon was obvious that even if I didn't get a serious offer from a publisher the self-publishing option was there waiting. It seemed with Amazon and the ebook that an author could take control of his/her own destiny and retain all of their rights while making a larger percentage of royalties.


Of course self-publishing is a risk, the author takes on all of the promotional responsibilities along with the duty of finding an editor and a cover designer. I started to put the wheels in motion to self-publish. I got a cover and had the book edited. At the time I hadn't heard much back from the agents or reputable publishers. I put three grand into the book. Everything was going swimmingly, I would self-publish and promote the book myself. I released a bunch of short stories to give people a taste of my writing. I promoted, I built this blog, I built a nice sized mailing list.


Just as the book was ready I received an offer from a very reputable genre publisher. I really loved everything about this publisher, they had the best covers in the business, they had a solid reputation of treating their authors well and the people I dealt with were top notch, they said all the right things. Then they even made an offer for my work in progress, they loved the concept and what I had so far. That's awesome I thought, they want to develop my two babies into series' a six book deal, holy hell!


Then the numbers started to roll in of what exactly they were offering. I would be giving away nearly 45% in ebook royalties over self-publishing and even more in print. So I thought I need an agent, this contract stuff is way above my pay grade...
I contacted agents letting them know that I had an offer in hand. A couple of agents responded with interest and I really liked one who I decided to sign with. The agent worked her butt off making calls and the publisher upped their offer. They were now offering a modest advance instead of a token advance. They increased the print percentages too. Great, but that ebook royalty, the bread and butter, the cream of the crop etc. etc. was staring me in the face. It was industry standard, or that was what I was told, but it was still an ugly number. They also told me that it would be more than a year before the book was even ready for release.


In the end I couldn't give away so much of my work and myself for that number. I already had the book shiny and gleaming, professionally edited with a nice cover. It didn't make sense to me, to let someone else have such a big piece of the pie. I know they could have got my book to readers that I might not be able to reach, I know that they could get reviewers to look at the book that I can't, but at what cost?


I know that I'm taking a huge risk, I know I might regret this decision, maybe this IS one of those unexplained phenomena that I'm always blogging about. It's a huge risk, but I think I have to believe in myself enough and believe in all of you tremendous readers to do this on my own. It's such an exciting time to self-publish. I don't try and kid myself into thinking I'm the next Hugh Howey or Amanda Hocking. I just think that I can push forward and build a nice little career on my writing and self-publishing. What it all came down to was a business decision, I went with my head and my wallet.


Thanks for listening~
~Micah

THE RUSSIAN MOTHMAN: GHOSTLY PROPHET, FRIENDLY ALIEN OR NEW SPECIES?

A couple of week's ago I posted about the Mothman a strange winged creature or paranormal entity from Point Pleasant, West Virginia. I recently came across some information that the Mothman appeared in another part of the world seemingly prophesying another catastrophe. You guys may have remembered that the American Mothman was sighted standing on the arches of the Silver Bridge which subsequently collapsed killing many people.


It appears that the Mothman or a similar creature also showed itself in Russia just before the Chernobyl nuclear power plant disaster. Reports state that a large winged figure with glowing red eyes flew around the plant and was seen in the nearby village of Pripyat in the weeks leading up to the nuclear plant's meltdown. 


This is from a Listverse article:


"When Chernobyl’s reactor finally exploded on April 26, the pilots and rescue workers who survived the flames told frightful stories about a huge black figure flying from the destroyed reactor, circling among the black plumes rising from it. The Black Bird had finally claimed its victims, and would never be seen again."



The witnesses reportedly still talk about the creature to this day, but a true investigation never took place. This was due to the Soviet government's paranoia about the public finding out all of the dangerous details about the Chernobyl disaster. Here is an excerpt from The Unexplained.net: 


"The creature was said to have no head, but was described with eyes.  Large red piercing eyes were reported by frightened witnesses in cases that ranged everywhere from fevered nightmares to accounts of multiple witnesses (now anonymous as they have been lost to history).  The creature was said to have incredible massive wings easily large enough to give the massive bird purchase in the air and allow it to soar through the heavens and descend before frightened witnesses.  Though surviving testimony of the bird suggests the sightings were nowhere near as extensive as the original Mothman sightings in Point Pleasant, the Mothman's iconic shape and eyes have been connected to the Chernobyl disaster and it was later dubbed "The Black Bird of Chernobyl."



So now the question becomes; was this the same creature as Point Pleasant? Or simply a member of the same species? Many people thought that perhaps the Mothman was an alien being that could sense disaster. Others thought that the Mothman was a fallen Angel trying to atone for it's sins. Perhaps a spirit that tried its best to save hundreds or in this case thousands of people.


In other news: I know I haven't been posting as frequently as I'd like to lately. I apologize for that, but I've been so busy working that I haven't been able to post daily on the blog. The good news is that I will continue to post at least twice weekly. I also wanted to thank everyone who has bought "Wormwood" the book has sold surprisingly well and it's been hovering between 23 and 55 on the Amazon Hot New Releases best seller list for post-apocalyptic fiction. I would like to thank all of the blogs that have supported me and if you have contacted me in the last couple of week's for anything concerning the blog, the mailing list or the book I will get back to you very soon as I catch up with everything.


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THE WHITE LADY OF UNION CEMETERY

Today I wanted to introduce to you one of the most haunted places I have ever been. It's Union Cemetery in Easton, Connecticut. Union Cemetery was made famous by the repeated sightings of "The White Lady. The White Lady is a ghostly apparition that rises out of the gravestones and hovers around the cemetery occasionally crossing a nearby road.

The most compelling evidence of "The White Lady" is a clip of video footage shot by respected paranormal investigator and demonologist Ed Warren. Many of you guys may know of the Warren's from the movie "The Conjuring." I have been to two of their seminars back before Ed died and I have seen the footage on the big screen that they put up behind them at their seminars to show their evidence.

Here is an old interview with Ed and Lorraine and eyewitness Rod Vescey

I don't claim to have witnessed anything when I went to Union Cemetery, but I can tell you the place has a strange feeling. It's like the hair on the back of your neck stands up. Many of the stories about the White Lady come from very reputable sources including police officers and firemen.

The White Lady has been described as an apparition dressed in a long white gown. She is said to also have long black hair. here is what the website Damned Connecticut has to say: 

"Legend has it that the White Lady is the spirit of a woman who was murdered in the 1940s after she had killed her husband; others think it was another woman who had been killed at the turn of the 20th century and had her body dumped in a sinkhole behind the church; still others believe it's the body of woman who died during childbirth and is roaming the earth searching for her lost child. Since no one has actually gotten her to sit down for a chat, her identity remains a mystery."

She also has been known to appear in the middle of the road as if trying to re-enact and incident where she gets hit by a car. In fact one of the reports from the Warrens explains that a Fire truck hit her. The firemen got out of the car thinking they had hit a real person. When they went to render aid there was no one there.


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THE LEVELLAND UFO INCIDENTS

On November 2nd and 3rd police in Levelland, Texas started to receiving call after call from concerned citizens. These reports were of strange lights and a large cigar shaped UFO. The story began when two immigrant workers  called the police saying that they had been driving 4 miles west of Levelland when they saw a tremendous blue flash of light. The truck suddenly shut off and rolled to a stop and they saw a strange rocket shaped object rise up. Here is their statements from Wikipedia: 

 "According to Saucedo, "I jumped out of the truck and hit the dirt because I was afraid. I called to Joe but he didn't get out. The thing passed directly over my truck with a great sound and rush of wind. It sounded like thunder and my truck rocked from the flash...I felt a lot of heat."[4] As the object moved away the truck's engine restarted and worked normally. Believing the story to be a joke, Fowler ignored it.[5] An hour later, motorist Jim Wheeler reported a "brilliantly lit, egg-shaped object, about 200 feet long" was sitting in the road, four miles (6 km) east of Levelland, blocking his path. He claimed his vehicle died and as he got out of his car the object took off and its lights went out. As it moved away, Wheeler's car restarted and worked normally."

That wasn't the only call in fact the police station had 15 more calls all of which reported strange lights and having radios, cars or other electronic devises stop working. here's the rest of the reports and the subsequent police investigation again from wiki: 

"At 10:55 pm a married couple driving northeast of Levelland reported that they saw a bright flash of light moving across the sky and their headlights and radio died for three seconds. Five minutes later Jose Alvarez claimed he met the strange object sitting on the road 11 miles (18 km) north of Levelland, and his vehicle's engine died until the object departed.[7] At 12:05 am (November 3), a Texas Technological College (now Texas Tech University) student named Newell Wright was surprised when, driving 10 miles (16 km) east of Levelland, his "car engine began to sputter, the ammeter on the dash jumped to discharge and then back to normal, and the motor started cutting out like it was out of gas...the car rolled to a stop; then the headlights dimmed and several seconds later went out."[8] When he got out to check on the problem, he saw a "100-foot-long" egg-shaped object sitting in the road. It took off, and his engine started running again. At 12:15 am Officer Fowler received another call, this time from a farmer named Frank Williams who claimed he had encountered a brightly glowing object sitting in the road, and "as his car approached it, its lights went out and its motor stopped." The object flew away, and his car's lights and motor started working again.[9] Other callers were Ronald Martin at 12:45 am and James Long at 1:15 am, and they both reported seeing a brightly lit object sitting in the road in front of them, and they also claimed that their engines and headlights died until the object flew away


By this time, several Levelland police officers were actively investigating the incident. Among them was Sheriff Weir Clem, who saw a brilliant red object moving across the sky at 1:30 am. At 1:45 am Levelland's Fire Chief, Ray Jones, also saw the object and his vehicle's lights and engine sputtered. The sightings apparently ended soon after this incident.[11] During the night of November 2–3, the Levelland police department received a total of 15 phone calls concerning the strange object, and Officer Fowler noted that "everybody who called was very excited"



The Air Force even did an investigation and sent in their "project blue book" team. They interviewed three witnesses and after discovering that there were thunder storms in the are that night, they concluded that the incident was ball lightning. To me this a little bit silly. Why not interview all of the witnesses? Why did they conclude it was ball lightning even though witnesses described a solid object? Would ball lightning shut down electronics?

I think a likely answer would be that the Air Force could be covering up secret weapons testing. It was at the height of the Cold War and the military could have been conducting experiments with some kind of EMP device. Or it could have been aliens...

The incident was widely reported in the media here's a couple videos from youtube highlighting some of the coverage.


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THE HAT MAN: PARANORMAL PHANTOM OF DEATH OR HOAX?

A couple of weeks ago I talked about the creepy phenomena of shadow people. Shadow people are apparitions that usually appear in sleep or have some association with sleep paralysis. Today I would like to look at one particular shadow entity -- The Hat Man.

The Hat Man is a shadow person that has been reported all over the world. The entity is usually described as a tall shadow man dressed in a long black trench coat and wearing a wide brimmed hat or a fedora. He is distinctively male and witnesses say that he has no face or a shadowy blurred face.  Most shadow entities are usually seen for a moment or two before disappearing, but the Hat Man seems to be different often staying for a prolonged period of time and sometimes he even touches, chokes or assaults his victims.

Another aspect of the Hat Man that is eerie and more sinister than other shadow people is that the Hat Man is often associated with hostile environments, aggression and is sometimes an indicator that something evil will happen. Here is what the Strange Accounts website has to say:

"This seemingly dark presence is known to cause - or be attracted by - hostile environments and aggressive behavior. Those who see him are often witness to domestic disturbances and family breakdown, noting a tangibly negative atmosphere, sense of dread or hopelessness. For this reason, many have labelled the spirit a “demon”. An intelligent haunt, capable of both physical and psychological manipulation, the Hat Man may well be able to “oppress” those it comes in contact with, seeming to lend credence to this theory."


The Hat Man also seems to take pleasure in the terror he causes and witnesses have reported the feeling that the Hat Man is somehow feeding off of their fear. Other witnesses have reported that the Hat Man sometimes has glowing red eyes or black featureless, solid eyes. Others have said that the Hat Man is a fallen angel or an angel of death and that he comes just before a death.

Here is a semi-documentary from youtube on the Hat Man So the question is; does the Hat Man exist, who is he and what does he want or what is he signaling? The strangest part of this story is that the Hat Man has been witnessed across the globe in many different cultures by people who are unrelated. Could this be coincidence or another example of the power of suggestion? It's possible, it's also possible that this is an Urban Legend and that people had heard the story at one point or another and are simply dreaming.

So what do you guys think the Hat Man is? Do you think this is a real Phenomena?

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EXTRATERRESTRIAL VISITORS IN THE ARIZONA DESERT?

People who follow this blog know that I like to find strange and unexplained phenomena. I was searching around for more of this kind of stuff and I came across a really strange story. A photographer and her husband were walking through the desert in Arizona and came across a pile of strange purple spheres. These things looked like frog eggs except there were thousands of them and they were purple.

They called the news and the news station investigated the blobs and called a botanist. The botanist suggested that the spheres could be some unknown mold or fungus. The only problem with this theory is that the gelatinous blobs were filled with a liquid substance and theoretically should have shriveled up in the hot Arizona sun. Scientists can't explain it.

Could this be something extraterrestrial? Everyone always assumed that invaders from outer space would come in the form of little green men, but what if the fist invaders weren't intelligent life, but one celled organisms, or some organic material?

Here is the news report:


One of the other theories was that they could be some kind of potting substance used to keep plants hydrated in florist shops, but again why didn't they dry up. Why were they filled with a gelatinous goo that could be squeezed out? Why didn't the botanist recognize them instantly if they were a typical flower product?


Still some people think that it could be from chem trails dumped from airplanes.

Another strange thing is that 1 year prior on the same date blue blobs fell from the sky in England. Could the two incidents be connected? 

Arizona is an area that has a storied history of UFO sightings. It is also the location of a lot of government testing. I'm not trying to throw any new conspiracies into the fray... just saying.

So in your opinion what are the mysterious spheres?

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AUTHOR FEATURE: DANIEL WALLOCK

Today is an author feature with Daniel Wallock an up and coming author who released a really cool book about his own experiences being born with a rare birth-defect that alters the position of your heart.
~Micah


My name's Daniel Wallock and I recently published my first book entitled, “Right-Hearted: Finding What's Right With a Wrong-Sided Heart.” The book was published on the night of my eighteenth birthday.

The book is free on all major outlets including Amazon Kindle, Ibooks, and Barnes and Noble's Nook.

About Book:

Standing before the sky I had little idea my next two weeks would be overwhelmed with wild love, lust, confusion, tears and a beautiful girl. She and I would share the stories of our hearts...our right-sided hearts.

Right-Hearted: Finding What's Right With A Wrong Sided Heart is the story of two lustful teenagers who together confront their life-threatening conditions and learn to embrace their broken hearts.

Reviews:

"The underlying question, which Wallock addresses with nuance and maturity, revolves around whether it is possible to maintain a sense of excitement and wonder about the world after experiencing life-altering trauma." - Scott Alexander Jones, author of elsewhere and Carpe Demons


"Daniel Wallock's book Right-Hearted is a trip down memory lane to the heady, passionate days of first love. But Wallock writes of it while the freshness and frustration of the awkward encounters are still damp with sweat. He is Holden Caulfield, if Salinger had written Catcher In the Rye while he was still living it." -Dwier Brown, actor and author of If You Build It.

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ALIENS, GHOSTS AND UFO'S ON YOUTUBE REAL OR NOT?

I'm sure you guys have noticed that I haven't posted in a few days and I apologize for that, but I just released the novel and I've been very busy with running promotion and trying to sell a few copies. In fact one of the promotions is going on right now and my short story "Death Walk" is 100% FREE today.  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00J81PJOE

Every couple of weeks I do a blog post about You-tube videos that are reported to be true videos of unexplained phenomena. I usually give my opinion about whether or not I think the video is real or if it's some kind of hoax. Then I asked you guys for your opinion of the video. So without further adieu here is another installment of strange youtube videos.

The first video is of a reported ghost from Metropolitan State Hospital in Norwalk, California. The Hospital is a mental health facility and if you watch the hallway you can see a translucent figure walk across the frame.


This video is very strange at first I thought that it was a reflection. You can see the shiny floor behind the apparition. Then I looked a little closer and to me it either is real or it's some kind of camera anomaly. I think that someone walks by the area in the room next door, because you can see a reflection at the very beginning. After that you see a better image. It's so difficult to know for sure in this day and age of CGI and video manipulation.

The second video I have is of glowing humanoid type creature that hovers over a building and levitates across the frame


To me this video is an obvious fake. It looks completely photo-shopped. The mysterious figure never moves it's appendages which are perfectly shaped like a paper cut-out of a man. The blurry waves that seem to move over the body appear to be some kind of effect because they are very consistent. I would say that this is a hoax.

The next video is reportedly from Morales, Mexico. You see two triangular sets of lights that seem to move across the frame. The major problem I have with this video is that there is no horizon or foreground. This video could have been taken out at see where other boats lit up often look like this on the horizon. It could even be taken in the desert and the object could be sitting on the ground. It seems that the camera is moving more than the object. It's hard to say for certain. Other explanations could be some kind of experimental test with a new drone. Mexico is starting to have a smattering of UFO reports and I wonder if it's not because of the drones that the US is using to monitor the border.

The last video is of a small alien being dissected. This is supposed to be secret leaked video.


This video is kind of interesting. Someone is either great with latex and or rubber or this is legit. The detail is amazing there is actually blood that seems to ooze out. It wouldn't be impossible to fake this, but I'm not sure why anyone would go through so much trouble. The strange thing is; why doesn't the alien have any arms? Wouldn't you want the alien intact if you were going to dissect it?

So there you have it, that's my opinion of these videos. What do you think?

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FREE FLASH FICTION: 38TH STREET -

So today I thought I would do something a little different. I wrote this piece of flash fiction for an anthology that seems to be on hiatus. I thought I'd share it with you guys and see if you liked it.


~Micah


38th Street Saban watched as the flash of blood entered the tube attached to the butterfly needle. He had been bitten yesterday afternoon, and had called his doctor right away. He was at the clinic now; his doctor had told him to get tested immediately.

He thought it was all rumor, all media hype right up until the moment that homeless dipshit had sunk his teeth into Saban's arm. The man had been covered in filth and defecation. Saban didn’t even see him coming; how was he supposed to know that the bum was dead? Two days ago, Eyewitness News had reported about groups of psychotic people biting innocent bystanders. Last night they had finally announced that the biters were—dead, but walking? It was ridiculous. It couldn’t be happening.

The phlebotomist pulled the cylindrical tube filled with crimson off the needle attachment. “I’ll get this right to the lab; you’ll have your results soon.” She looked tired; the line of people waiting to get tested stretched out the door of the clinic. Saban had waited two hours for a blood test.  He knew it was the right decision as he felt his body temperature rise and his knees buckle while waiting in the queue.

He stood and glanced into the mirror hanging over the sink. “Ohh, God,” he whispered, hoping no one would hear. His face was a greenish yellow, and his eyes were red with blood. Would there be any reason to wait for the results? He could have diagnosed half of the people in line just by looking at them.

Saban walked out of the blood draw booth past the throng of souls waiting for their turn. Some of the people held bags full of vomit. That was the first symptom: uncontrollable nausea and vomiting. Saban hadn’t been able to hold down anything solid since the bite. He wrote it off as nerves, but now he knew that it was so much more.

The line extended onto the sidewalk. It was freezing out, and Saban shivered as the wind hit his sweaty brow. It was the grayest winter that he ever experienced, which certainly fit his mood. Reaching up, Saban pulled down his wool hat over his ears. His stomach and calves began to cramp, locked up as if a noose were drawing tight around his neck. The hallucinations would come next. The phlebotomist had given him a printout describing the symptoms. Of course they left off the last symptom: death.

An ambulance screamed by him on the street, the sirens echoing off the glass-faced skyscrapers. It made 38th Street feel like a cavern, a cold unforgiving cavern. He walked toward his apartment.  Four blocks, which might as well be a hundred. Every step was agony. Trash had started to build up on the curbs,  always the first thing to be forgotten in a time of crisis. The epidemic was certainly a crisis; the garbage men must have headed for the hills. “If only I were smarter, or worked in trash collection,” he said, laughing quietly to himself. Even laughing was painful. His ribs seemed to stab into his lungs with every chuckle. He could have run, it was true. Little good it would do now.

The tall buildings seemed to magnify the icy wind as he walked. Up ahead, Saban could see two men fighting. It seemed commonplace these days; everyone was  on edge. One man straddled the other, who was lying on the ground desperately trying  to get free. The man on top was determined;  he looked as if he were  headbutting the other in the face. Saban picked up his pace,  wanting to get past the ruckus before the cops arrived and caused a scene. The sidewalk felt e  spiky under his tender feet. He was almost to the men when he noticedthe man on top wasn’t fighting the man on the bottom—he was eating his face. Every time he bent down he chomped another mouthful of nose, lip, or cheek. Blood had puddled around the victim’s head. His legs gyrated up and down as the remaining electrical impulses left his body. Saban was disgusted and mesmerized at the same time. It must have been a hallucination brought on by the fever. He was  hot, then cold; his body couldn’t decide which. His immune system was rebelling against itself. Soon he wouldn’t know up from down.

Saban walked around the grotesque scene of bloody gore. He wanted to give the men—were they men or monsters? He wanted to give whatever they were a wide birth. The sun started to go down slowly in front of him, though it was only ten in the morning. Regardless, the sky was darkening. Saban felt faint, he was spinning, no he was… Hungry, so hungry, he needed to eat. A thin film had fallen over his eyes, like a blurry veil. He was ravenous now; he needed something, anything or anyone. He pushed the thought out of his mind. What did it even mean, anyone? Saban’s throat had begun to close up. He tried to speak, but the only sound that came out was a sickly groan. His legs wouldn’t work right. He began to shamble. All he could think was getting to his apartment, to the steak in the refrigerator. But steak wasn’t quite what he wanted.
Saban turned stiffly and watched the man chowing down on his enemy’s face. He looked up at Saban, cocked his head to the side, and then went back to eating. Saban’s brain was going foggy. He couldn’t remember yesterday. He didn’t know how he had gotten on the street. He knew that he needed to eat. Soon he found himself on his knees beside the corpse biting into the bicep, feeling the wet flesh slither down his throat, which opened to accept it. The taste was beautiful, like a symphony.



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