Tales of Terror Author Celebrates 4 Weeks in 'Kindle Top 100 Folklore' Category by Releasing Sample

Oct. 22, 2011 - PRLog -- ‘This is the perfect season for Ghost Stories,” emphasized  author, Emily Hill, during a recent interview about her eBook, ‘Ghost Stories And The Unexplained’.

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She then treats us with the words, “So I am going to tell you one.”  And with that Ms. Hill began telling us about her high school experience with a Ouija board during a football season sleep over – a scene that is included in the first book of a four-part series that the author plans.

It seems that Ms. Hill’s Ouija board, true to its nature, got the ghoulish last laugh on this prolific author, and her friends during a high school slumber party séance.

Chapter 5, A Date with Ouija from ‘Ghost Stories and The Unexplained’

“I looked into the faces of each of my friends and announced, “we should begin now.”
The candles cast shadows across the room leaving each girl’s face in half darkness and half illuminated by candle light.  My best friend, Marty, and I were guiding the planchette – her fingertips perched on one side of the lens, my own fingertips on the other.  I’m sure our first question had to do with whether or not one boy, or another, liked us.  We waited, trying not to giggle, hoping for the planchette to begin its journey.  

It didn’t take long before the lens began its circular motion, signaling that dark forces had arrived from Beyond to join us.  Marty and I looked up at each other, her eyes were wide, disbelieving.  I furrowed my brow and shook my head, discouraging her to react.  I did not want to upset the circular motion of the planchette.  Lindsay had already discounted the power of the Ouija as a “phenomenon of static electricity, or ideomotor action, or some other method of scientific influence”.  I was sure that her brother, the science whiz-kid of Federal Way, Washington had given her the words of this dry explanation.  I didn’t want her, or any of my other friends to interrupt any force that I felt was trying to reach us.  The seconds ticked by as the Oracle continued its journey around the board.

The planchette, its lens stopping on one letter at a time, would slide and then stop, slide and then stop.   Lindsay wrote down a letter on a scrap of paper each time it stopped.  She felt she was the only objective witness.

B – E – E – L – Z – E – B – U – L  It was giving us nonsense.  Was it a code, or the initials of several boys Marty would date?  (She was dating Darryl at the time.)  Her own initials were MAR for Martha Anne Robinson.

“It’s not working,” was Marty’s conclusion as she broke the code of silence and dropped her hands into her lap.  

The others grew impatient.  If Ouija wasn’t going to disclose to Marty her one true love, why should it work for them?  

“Let me see that,” demanded Peggy.  Lindsay’s scrap of paper with its series of letters passed from hand to hand as we each tried to determine the code of the Ouija’s message.  We were musing about the combination of letters, intent on the scrap of paper that Peggy now held.  We were completely absorbed in deciphering its message; all quiet, intently studying the meaning.

“What’s that?” yelped Mindy.  She was staring intently at my closet doors which were intended to slide back and forth on a center-clip track.

“Good God!”

“Are they swinging?”

Yes, indeed they were.  The closet doors were actually swinging back and forth.  The clip that kept the two sliders on track weren’t working, or something.  The doors weren’t sliding open and shut; they were beginning to swing back and forth, hitting against the clothes hanging in my closet and then swinging into the open room as though they were not being held by the clip at all.  Lindsay stood up.  Debbie began gulping and crying.  

“Flip on the light!”

Bunched together like a football huddle we stumbled in the semi-darkness toward the light switch.  Marty flipped her palm up, across the plate.  Nothing happened.  By this I mean the overhead light did not go on.  At least we had the candle light.”

Learn what happened next in the chapter entitled, ‘A Date with Ouija’, as well as what transpired during six other incidents that the author regales reader with in her first short story release to enthusiasts of the supernatural.

Ms. Hill invites you to her website.  Visit http://emilyHillwriter.com for details.

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A.V. Harrison Publishing features ground-breaking topics from emerging authors. Its books are distributed by Ingram, available on Amazon.com and B&N Nook. Owner, Emily Hill, invites submissions and can be contacted at info@avharrison-publishing.com.