My Favorite Creepy Story(ies)

Actually, I have two creepy stories. Given I do not read, nor try not to write creepy, this whole post should read creepy by default. The first story happened a long, long time ago; a story I’ve shared somewhere on this blog before.

Late one night my sister and I were walking home. As I now think back, I don’t recall from where. All I know is we were walking… in the hood… very late at night, and it WAS NOT Halloween. As we approached a corner that was to put us in direct line with our house, we see this person headed towards us.

Right away we noticed something wasn’t right. First of all, it was late. Secondly, we were walking in a neighborhood where never ever had we seen a person so very, very white, dressed in so much black when thirdly, and most creepy of all, it WAS NOT Halloween.

On cue we got to counting. One – two – and on three we took off, rounding the corner like two Wilma Rudolphs. During our mad dash I took the time …and liberty… to clearly observe this person, or rather this thing. In what could be counted in milliseconds I saw the thing spread its arms, extending what looked like a vampire’s cape. It hissed at us too, exposing long white fangs and tried to chase us. It wasn’t a long chase because I think it took about three strides to reach our front door where my father customarily sat in a window, shotgun loaded. To this day I don’t know what that thing was. It could have been as much as Leroy the Vampire, as a real life vampire.

The other spooky thing that happened, was me writing a book that readers called spine chilling creepy. First of all, the idea for writing Lock Box materialized as I was musing over the possibilities of what happens in the afterlife. Losing loved ones can take our thoughts there, which happened to me. Rather than looking at the situation from a bleak outlook, I chose, or rather some foreign force moved me to imagine my loved ones having an incredible amount of fun in the afterlife. And so, December 2012 Lock Box was born.

Lock Box is a paranormal mystery that was meant to be funny, and fun. The story is about Daddy Curtis T. Cummins, not the regular daddy you want to be messing with. After making a few mistakes in his prior life, he has unfinished business to correct…namely and foremost… to do right by the child he neglected. Nobody, and I mean no∙bod∙dee, wants to get caught between a father zapped out of the ethereal world and returned to the real world in the form of one living MAD cell trying to protect his daughter and keep secrets.

Excerpt inside Lock Box.

‘Now, I’m hovering at this point. I don’t know who I will have to jump inside, so I’m feeling things out to be ready to jump when the time calls for it.’ End of Excerpt.

Not only was Lock Box my favorite writing experience and (I claim) best material published to date, there was one truly paranormal aspect about the book I cannot overlook. All be darn if after the book went to print, and having at least three opportunities to review and correct the proofs before printing, that I would open the first shipment of books, brand new beautiful (by-the-way) books, all to discover in plain, clear omnipresent view how I missed the blaring typo right there on the front cover!

Ouch!! And so okay, despite it not being my intention to write creepy, maybe Lock Box is a little creepy!!!