A scene from Hell

Got a story idea while in the shower yesterday morning.
It will be a sequel to Dead Dreams.

One ofthe best scenes ever for a vampire/unvampire story yet.  I am willing to be it is completely new and unused.

Stay tuned.

Jim sensed their presence long before he heard the click click of toenails on the rough macadam surface. It echoed through the canyons of containers lined up on the crowded Charleston dock. Soon enough, he heard the panting.
Low to the ground. They hadn't transformed. Perhaps allowing the dockworkers to think they were a local feral pack aided them in their rounds. Perhaps they changed into what their inner selves decided. Big and black-furred for the alpha male, smaller yet equally as vicious lesser males who actually did the killing.
Either way, there were about six of them. He'd caught them in human form but once, at the local watering hole.
They were the rough around the edges bad boys. Now they were the wild pack of vampire hounds.
Either way, he had to figure out a way to kill the entire pack in one fell swoop.

Therein lay the problem as Jim saw it.

Vacation

I've been away. 
I'm now back, looking at a ton of unpacking, laundry from nowhere and problems.

We visited Charleston, SC, which is a real trip.  We spent a week at the NC shore.  We visited with my brother in Georgia where we had fun but encountered a scorpion in the shower.

Saw where FDR died.  Very sad.  But I got to ride one of those motorized seats which made my day.  There were times when my leg gave out and I just could not make it.  The old war wound is a killer.

But I did work on stories that will be out in the coming year.  Mysteries and love stories and tales of Old Russia.  All really interesting and, now of course, superbly written!

Seeing ghosts

When someone asked me how to "see" a ghost, I had to think about it.
You either see it or you don't.
It is either there or it isn't.

But that doesn't help.
Remember, ghosts need to borrow your energy in order to materialize.
Unless they save up energy somehow, if it doesn't dissipate or can be stored in ghostly batteries, they aren't good for more than a few seconds where you can actually see them.

The signs that there might be a ghost nearby...or a spirit wanting to take your energy...are unusual cold spots in a room and if you are sensitive, the raising of gooseflesh on your arms or neck. (This can be because of the cold or because of the energy transfer.)

Actually, there are electromagnetics involved and EMF meters can and will measure the electromagnetic fields. Drop in temperature, a draft in a room without windows or outside openings will also indicate a spirit trying to manifest itself. You don't lose anything much, just a bit of energy and you really have plenty more than a spirit can take. They seem to be limited, however, in what they can siphon from a living being. They certainly cannot drain someone's energy completely. Maybe in Hollywood, not real life. Or death, as it may be.
Infrared cameras can also detect heat differences in a room, which will sometimes outline a form of a spirit in blues and light greens that can't be seen with the naked eye.

Now, as for seeing a spirit, that's tricky. Providing one is in the right place at the right time, and sensitive enough to feel the presence of a ghostly being, it will happen. For those individuals who are not "sensitive" or are so anxious to find a ghost they give off strong, negative energies, it won't happen. The negative vibes will chase the spirit away. Fear won't, but anger and depression will.

Something's a little weird

Perhaps I have forgotten how to post here, but I've tried six times to put up an excerpt from Dead Dreams and not been able to.

What's going on?

Excerpt from Dead Dreams

Someone in the room had indulged in garlic, forcing him to leave.

           So, transformed into his canine shape, he skulked through the twisting streets of Fell's Point. Sniffing, wandering, halfway hoping to find some new, fascinating scent to trail.
From this low vantage point, he had no true idea where he went, even though he had traced these paths many times. His vampire senses attuned to everything, exaggerated senses even superior to those of the animal whose shape he wore now.

           He passed over standing wisps of fog, breaking through with satisfaction while thinking with the canine brain. Taras the beautiful!

           Taras the vampire king.

           Taras the great black dog with fangs and claws.

And now for something completely different

Since I am endeavoring to get a ghost story up somewhere, I found it rather strange that while looking through some hitherto unviewed photos of a family memorial, these orbs appeared.  Now, there have been two recent deaths in the family and I wondered whether these orbs might have been an attempt by one or the other spirits to contact us.
Ghosts are able to do some things accredited to them, not others.  I will eventually post a blog about their powers, but not now.  This just got me started because my husband, who is not sensitive to these things, was the first to spot the orbs in several of the photos.
This is not our house but there were orbs in photos of quite a few of the rooms, not focusing on any one individual.

Vampires in Fells Point

It's up on Amazon for Kindle! 
Warning: this is not your typical vampire story.

www.amazon.com/Dead-Dreams-ebook/dp/B008O64HC4/ref=sr_1_11?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1343072337&sr=1-11&keywords=Dead+Dreams