It’s October. Time for raking leaves, eating candy corn and making costumes for our children. In a few week’s time, the streets will be filled with ghosts and goblins. To celebrate the occasion, I’ve invited a special guest to … Read the rest →]]>

It’s October. Time for raking leaves, eating candy corn and making costumes for our children. In a few week’s time, the streets will be filled with ghosts and goblins. To celebrate the occasion, I’ve invited a special guest to get you in the mood for the festivities. So pull out your Ouija board, invite a few friends over and serve up some hard hot apple cider.

My guest today, Amazon Best Selling Author Elaine Calloway, writes ghost stories set in Southern towns. Originally from New Orleans, she grew up with a love of Gothic architecture and all things supernatural. She is currently writing the contemporary fantasy Elemental Clan Series as well as the paranormal/humor Southern Ghosts Series.

And so, without further ado, here she is. Take it away, Elaine!

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Thanks you Suzanne for letting me guest blog today!

I’ve recently started writing and releasing a Southern Ghosts Series, and that got me to thinking about the ghost stories we told as kids. The things that made us jump in the middle of the night, the eerie feeling we would get on the back of our necks.

At one slumber party, we were asked to bring our sleeping bags but most of us wound up sleeping on the playroom floor. At one point (it must have been during a deep REM sleep) I woke up. Instantly, I felt strange, eerie. The tiny hairs at the nape of my neck were standing on end. My hands shook. Everyone else was asleep, but all I could see was a random shape.

Horror flooded through my veins as my mind reeled with what to do next. I was certain this was a strange person who had broken in. Someone–or something–that would be determined to hurt me. For several minutes, I sat completely frozen and afraid to move. What could I do? I couldn’t even get the screams out.

After waiting several moments in silence, I finally decided I’d had enough. If this person or thing wasn’t going to attack me, I was going to attack it! And I did. Turns out, it was my sleeping bag someone had placed next to me, and the shadowy room made it look like a human being.

We all love ghost stories. They entertain, frighten, and heighten our emotions. I hope you enjoy my first in the Southern Ghosts Series, NO GRITS NO GLORY, Click here to read more.

Connect with Elaine online at http://www.elainecalloway.com.

What about you? What’s your favorite part about Halloween? Do you have any good ghost stories to share?