Monthly Archives: October 2017

My True Ghost Story for Halloween


My True Ghost Story for Halloween  


This is a true ghost story. It happened in the house we live in now.


Levitate, levitation, levitating…to rise or float in the air esp. in seeming defiance of gravitation; the act or process of levitating – esp. the rising or lifting of a person or thing by means held to be supernatural.

Our bedroom mirror levitated…by itself!

We’ve lived here in this house for quite a few years, now, and we are only the second family to have lived here. We met the previous owners, and they are not weird, and no horrible thing ever occurred in this house, that we were made aware of. It’s just that the paranormal seems to follow me around, no matter which house I’m in.

The mirror in question, was a used one…one of those kind of tall ones that fit onto a dresser. It wasn’t bolted on, though, just propped up against the wall, and dresser top. The dresser was covered with all kinds of junk that accumulates, such as papers, bills, a glass lazy-susan that held coins, pens, watches, and miscellaneous items. There was a box of papers, a piggy bank, a belt, some cards…well, the whole top was covered in stuff.

I was sitting in the dining room, doing some scrap booking. The bedroom where the mirror was, was one wall away and in front of me. We have four cats, but they were all sleeping in the far back bedroom. It was quiet in the house…no TV on, no music playing. Suddenly, I hear a terrible crash coming from the bedroom. I went to see what it was. I found that the mirror had fallen onto the carpeted floor, and shattered.

What was so strange was that absolutely nothing in the bedroom or on top of the dresser had been disturbed at all! Not one thing had fallen off to the floor. There was no way the mirror could have just fallen frontwards in the first place, because of all the stuff on the top of the dresser. It couldn’t have slipped from the bottom, either, as it would have knocked off the stuff.

All I can believe, is that somehow, the only way…the only way this happened, was that the mirror levitated itself, going up and over the things, silently, then turned itself sideways to the dresser, then crashed down onto the floor. That’s when I heard the crash! I ran in, and saw it laying on the floor, sideways to the dresser, mirror glass side down…on carpet. The sound of breaking glass had been loud, though!

What is also surprising, is that it did not scare me at all. I was just like, well, gotta clean up the glass shards. I’ve gotten so used to objects flying around the houses I’ve been in, that it has become the normal thing. I had a bit of a time, trying to get that mirror up off the floor, as it was pretty heavy. I couldn’t just lift it up and take it out. I had to drag it all the way through the house and out to the garage. It stayed out there for a long, long time; we just recently got rid of it. Nothing else ever happened with it.

That incident was only one of several, here in this house. I’ll tell more in another post, and also things that happened in other houses I’ve lived in.

Hope your household goods stay put, because mine sure don’t!

© 2014 BS


Happy Halloween! 🙂

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Manic Monday – Turn the Page


Manic Monday – Turn the Page


For this week’s Manic Monday, Sandi suggests the song and title, “Turn the Page”. If you’d like to join in the challenge, just click the above link. The only thing, really, is just use the weekly song title somewhere in your post. It’s fun! 🙂


This song, by the Beatles tells about a man who wants to be a paperback book writer. In the lyrics, he mentions writing around 1,000 pages so far, and I would suppose he turned a lot of pages while he was writing it. 🙂 I couldn’t find a good video of the Fab 4 singing the song, but here’s Paul McCartney, singing it live.

“Paperback Writer”, by the Beatles was released in 1966. It was written by John Lennon & Paul McCartney, and is on the Capitol (US) labels.


So, do you like to read paperback books? I do. Well, I like hardback books, too. I’ll read just about anything, fiction or non-fiction. I used to not use a book mark to save the page I was on. I just dog-eared them, if it was my own book. I try to use a book mark now, and have quite a few. Most are cute, I think. The thing is, I can’t find half of them, because I leave them in a book when I put them back on the shelf. I took a picture of some of them one time. I’ll see if I can find it. Hang on a second, okay? …


I knew I had this photo, but it took awhile to find it. I also make my own book marks, mostly to leave places we go so random people can find them and keep them.

Now, I usually like a regular paper book, so I can actually turn the pages. I do read some on my Kindle, but turning the page is just not the same. Guess it would be more like ‘swipe’ the page, instead of ‘turn the page’.

That’s about all I have to say about turning the page. 🙂


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© 2017 BS


Share Your World


Share Your World

Share Your World – October 30, 2017


Where do you eat breakfast?

I eat breakfast in the living room, on the couch, at a TV tray in front of me, while watching TV or reading a book.

Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want have a evening with?

My whole family.

If you could be a tree or plant, what would you be?

A pine tree, because they smell really good, or a weeping willow tree, because they are so pretty and graceful.


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© 2017 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire … # 227


Two Souls: Into the Fire … # 227

Warning…adult content



# 227

warning…adult content


“Bing…bing…” The fasten seatbelt signal sounded it’s order, and the plane began to move slowly into position for it’s take-off. The crew members came down the aisle, checking on things, then gave the safety demo. Ghost was taking it all in. Steve had his eyes closed tight, and his knuckles were turning white from gripping the arm rests so hard.

“Ghost,” Steve whispered. “I gotta get off. Tell them I can’t do it.”

“I can’t do that,” Ghost said. “Besides, you already are doing it. Here, hold my hand, ’cause here we go.” He squealed, as the plane gathered speed, and lifted off the runway. The force of the take off pushed them back into their seats, and their ears popped. Ghost was giggling the whole time. Steve just looked pale, and sick…his eyes still closed.

“Wow, look at that, Steve…look outside. The clouds are beautiful. Ya gotta see it…look,” Ghost said, urging Steve to open his eyes.

Steve did peek out for a second. “Um-hmm…oh, God…I feel sick.”

“I’m sorry,” Ghost said, brushing Steve’s sweaty, yet cold forehead. “I wish I could make it be ok for you.”

“Me, too. You just have fun and enjoy the ride. I’ll be ok…when it’s over, ok?”

“Would it be better if I was scared, and you had to be brave and make me not freak out?”

“No, and I’m glad you’re not scared, ’cause I’d still be scared, and then what? It wouldn’t work,” Steve said.

Ghost thought about that for a minute, then noticed the flight attendant pushing a trolley down the aisle. “Hey, they’re bringing drinks and snacks. Can we get some?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, go ahead.”

“What do you want?”


“Yep, they have that on their cart. Maybe it’ll relax ya.”

“Ahh, get me one of them, then,” Steve said.


After a few swallows of his beer, Steve did relax a bit. He was able to look around some. Ghost was still munching on crackers.

“Ya feeling better, now?” Ghost asked.

“Yeah, a little…but, I gotta go pee…where? how?” Steve asked.

Ghost shrugged. “I’ll ask.” He pushed the call button, and a crew member came to their seat.

“Where is the bathroom?”

It was pointed out to them, and now Steve had to actually walk down the aisle, and keep his balance.

“You want me to go with you?” Ghost asked.

“No…yes…no, I’ll make it ok.” He rose unsteadily from his seat. Lurching and holding on to seat backs, he did make it into the tiny room. The rushing wind sound, and the bumpy effects of the plane, brought on a near panic attack. He was afraid he’d get locked in.

He could barely turn around in there, but managed to relieve himself, though not very neatly. He looked in the mirror above the tiny sink. “Is that me? I look like hell,” he thought.  His face was pale, with red splotches on his cheeks and neck. His eyes were big and dark from panic. Taking a deep breath, he splashed water on his face.

The plane suddenly dropped in a bit of turbulence, and Steve felt his stomach flip flop. “Oh, God,” he said aloud. “Let me outta here.” He fiddled with the door latch, finally jerking open the door, and he started back down the aisle. Having to scoot over a bit, as someone else was coming, he almost landed in some businessman’s lap.

“Hey, watch where you’re going,” the man said, and pushed Steve upright.

“Sorry, sorry,” Steve mumbled, as he continued to his seat.

The plan lurched again, and Steve fell to his hands and knees. A crew member helped him up, and to his seat. “Fasten your seatbelt,”she said, “It’s still a little rough, but we’ll be through it soon…don’t worry.”

He did what she’d asked, then leaned his head back on the seat, closing his eyes. “Ghost…if I ever, ever mention flying again, just kill me, ok? That would be better than doing this again.”

Ghost took Steve’s hand, and leaned his head on Steve’s shoulder. “Do you really hate it?”

“Yes,” Steve said. He tried holding his breath, to keep from sobbing, but a few tears ran down his face, onto Ghost’s hair. “I’m being such a baby. I know I am, and I can’t stop it.” He was shaking.

“Here, lean over on me. I’ll hum you a song, and you try to sleep, ok? Then, when you wake up, maybe we’ll be there,” Ghost said. Steve did, and Ghost’s soft humming did ease his panic enough to doze off.

Ghost gazed out the window at the sky and passing clouds…the sky he always looked at. It gave him a sense of peace, and he fell asleep for awhile, too.


As the plane began it’s descent into LAX, the cabin pressure adjusted, making their ears pop, again, waking them up.

“What’s wrong…what’s happening?” Steve asked.

“Nothing, we’re almost there…we’re fixing to land in L. A. … I can see buildings, and other planes, and stuff,” Ghost said.

The plane made a smooth landing, but Steve thought it would never slow down.

“We’re here…we’re back on the ground,” Ghost said.

“Good,” Steve said.

At the gate, everyone began exiting the plane. Ghost got his backpack from over head, and they inched their way off the plane.

“Where’s Linda supposed to meet us?” Ghost asked.

“She said after we get our suitcases, just go out the nearest exit, and she’d be on the sidewalk,” Steve said.

They found the luggage pick-up area, and grabbed them as they came around.

“Ok, this way, I think,” Steve said. He’d gotten his confidence back, now that he was on land, again. Ghost tagged along, behind, looking at all the people.

“Maybe we’ll see a movie star,” he said.

“C’mon, forget movie stars…we gotta find Linda,” Steve said, as they went outside. They stood there a few minutes, looking around. Then, Linda saw them. She waved and hollered.

“Steve…Ghost…” She rushed up, hugging them both. “You’re finally here.”

“Yeah, Sis, we made it…wasn’t any problem at all,” Steve said.

Ghost gave him a look, and rolled his eyes. He started to say something, but thought better of it, in time.

“Ok, follow me. My car is over there, not too far,” Linda said. They all piled in, and she pulled away from the parking area, heading for her house.

“How far away are you from the airport?” Steve asked.

“Oh, not that far, but with this crazy traffic, it’ll take us at least half an hour. I’m telling you, Steve, my kids are beyond excited to meet their uncle. And, Lisa too, but I think she’s a little shy about it,” Linda said.

“Well, we’re basically strangers. It’s been years…”

“I know, but y’all will get to know each other real soon.”

“Is she going to move, too?”

“Not yet. In fact her and her fiancé are going to be living at the house, and maybe buying it…or maybe just selling it for me. We’ll just have to see how things turn out,” Linda said.


Next part coming soon!


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© 2017 BS


This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

Weekly Weather & One Word Photo Challenge – Spring & Letter


Weekly Weather 7 One Word Photo Challenge – Spring & Letter

This Week’s Challenges: October 29 – November 4 (OWPC, WW, JHC)


  • Spring tulips
  • Letters
  • Spring tree buds
  • Spring blossoms
  • Letter Z



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© 2017 BS