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Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Halloween Blogfest: Kathryn Meyer Griffith

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My Real Ghost Story

By
Kathryn Meyer Griffith



I will give away 5 ebook copies by November 3 of my new scary SPOOKY SHORT STORIES The Banshee and the Witch to random commenters on this post.

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Now, first off, let me say that I have no magical powers; I’m not a medium or even a sensitive. Though, through the years, I have experienced some strange things. Let’s say I’m…intuitive. I imagine a lot of writers are; especially a horror writer. We write about the supernatural so it’s natural that sometimes we live it.


Like that Christmas night in 1971 when my brother, Christopher, was killed. I knew as the phone rang that someone had died. Someone very close to me. I remember feeling apprehensive all Christmas Day as I visited with my husband’s relatives and celebrated Christmas. Then when the phone call came late that night, for a terrible moment, I didn’t want to answer it…knowing something irrevocably bad had happened. It had. My brother’s friend, high on drugs supposedly, had killed my fifteen-year old brother by stabbing him. One of my six siblings, Chris was sort of the black sheep of the family, but he was loved. Missed.


Since then I’ve often seen Chris in my dreams. He seems lost. Not unhappy, but not realizing he’s dead. I don’t like those dreams at all.


So loss was a lesson I learned young.


And I have actually seen a ghost. Right after my Great Aunt Mary passed away, the night before her burial, I saw her ghost in my parent’s hallway (I was sixteen and still at home) and, let me tell you, it scared the bejesus out of me. But she was just looking for my grandmother, whom she’d lived the last ten years of her life with, and I knew she meant me no harm. It was still a shock. She appeared in a ghostly halo of mist at the end of the hallway beckoning me…her words in German. I couldn’t speak German but I got the idea. She was lost, didn’t know she was dead and was looking for my grandmother, whom she’d loved so much in life.


I ran, hid in my bed under the covers and pretended it’d never happened. Hey, but I know it did.


Maybe that’s one of the reasons I’ve always loved the eerie, the unexplained. The spooky. And perhaps why I write horror. Maybe.


Happy Halloween!


About the Author:
Since childhood I’ve always been an artist and worked as a graphic designer in the corporate world and for newspapers for twenty-three years before I quit to write full time. I began writing novels at 21, over forty years ago now, and have had sixteen (nine romantic horror, two romantic SF horror, one romantic suspense, one romantic time travel and two murder mysteries) previous novels and eight short stories published from Zebra Books, Leisure Books, Avalon Books, The Wild Rose Press, Damnation Books and Eternal Press.


I’ve been married to Russell for thirty-four years; have a son, James, and two grandchildren, Joshua and Caitlyn, and I live in a small quaint town in Illinois called Columbia, which is right across the JB Bridge from St. Louis, Mo. We have three quirky cats, ghost cat Sasha, live cats Cleo and Sasha (Too), and the five of us live happily in an old house in the heart of town. Though I’ve been an artist, and a folk singer in my youth with my brother Jim, writing has always been my greatest passion, my butterfly stage, and I’ll probably write stories until the day I die…or until my memory goes.


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4 comments:

Charity said...

My has a similar experience with her younger brother. He drowned when he was sixteen and she was 18. She dreamed once that he told her he didn't like being dead. It was a dream she's never been able to forget and talks about often. It's heartbreaking to lose someone so young.
Thanks for sharing your story.
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Jean MP said...

I had a experience where I had a feeling I would not see my father again. I had come home for a visit and as I was driving out of the yard, he was standing at he window, I remember having a very strange feeling about it, the next day he was killed in a farm accident.
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Mountain Laurel said...

I think many folks have had the "dread" feeling when the phone rings and we know it is bad news, and many have seen ghost of recent departed loved ones. There are many ghost stories out and about and I believe many are true. Thanks for sharing your!

Debby said...

Great story. Thanks so much for sharing. I Get that dread feeling when something happens.
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