It's dark here. Windy, too. Time for a short little campfire story, I do believe. And yes, I have been watching too much American Horror Story, why do you ask?
It was a dark and windy night. I wanted to hang the Halloween decorations, but the idea of putting holes in the wall simply scared me to death. All the spackling, painting...the madness.
So I hunted for the removable tack thingys. Yes, they are called thingys...where's my flashlight. OK, so looking around the house for the tack thingys. I realized there weren't any with sticky on them. I'd need to go outside to the camper.
No lights. It's dark. Windy. No DH to send out there. And all I have is a little flashlight. But I need to put up the decorations. I'm not even sure why, but I know I just need to.
I pulled up my big girl pants, grab the flashlight and head outside. The door slams shut in a BANG. Dangit. I didn't want that. I twisted the knob on the flashlight. There's light, but it's little. Crud. Fine, I need those stupid tacky things.
The gravel crunched underfoot and the wind whipped my hair into my eyes. The camper isn't far away, but it's still darn dark. I opened the door to the camper and damn it, the thing isn't plugged in - don't ask me why I thought it should be - so there's no light in it. Flashlight, don't fail me now.
I grabbed the tacky things and make my way back out of the camper when I see it. Crap. I can't get the flashlight in the right direction to see what it was, but there was something moving out there. MOVING.
Oh my dog... I'm trying to breathe, but yeah, I'm scared. Where was that thing? And why in hell am I checking rather than running like hell into the house? I've got a death wish? Maybe. Nosy? Absolutely.
I finally get the light on whatever it was I saw move. It's five feet tall. Silvery. Waving. Not focusing. OH CRAP!!
Now I finally run. But did I bother to close the camper door? DAMN. Fine. I don't really want to go back, but I'm not too far away.
I checked and yes, it's shut and shut tight. Phew. But that thing is still out there. I still can't figure out what it is. My mind has wandered. Is it the little girl next door? She does escape without detection sometimes. Is it her older brother? A raccoon? Skunk? An escaped convict that I didn't see anything about on the news?
Suddenly, my big girl pants aren't so big. I got the heck out of there and ran for the house. My heart pounds for the rest of the night but there's no way I'm going back out to see what the thing was.
The next morning, after a fretful night of tossing and turning - I mean, someone could be on my property...I saw Halloween. Anything is possible - I mention the occurrence to DH.
"Um, that's a tree."
A tree? Can't be. That's the pit for the pond. There's no trees. I ran outside in the bright light of day.
What did I learn?
It was a damned tree.
I get freaked out way too easily.
I'm getting a freaking-big flashlight.
Sadly, this is a true story. I can't even change the name to protect the innocent as I am the goofball who was scared by a tree...
But since this is my last post of the night and I've proven I'm quite human and fallible, here's a sexy snippet of my ghost story, Careless Whisper. Enjoy!
He's her kinkiest desire, if she's willing to open her heart and believe in him.
The dead don't always rest in peace. Some stick around to make the lives of the living hell on Earth. Ryan Black knows the frustration of dealing with the dead. He's a Ghost Explorer. He's conquered houses filled with apparitions, abandoned school buildings that house angry vermin, and managed to woo the female population of Snake Falls, Ohio. But he's about to face his toughest challenge—convincing sceptical Samara Jacobs she not only shares his gift, but holds his heart.
Women fall at Ryan Black's feet and Samara's determined not to be one of the many—that is until she's forced to work with him. He's certain ghosts exist and willing to prove it. As she gets to know the man behind the television persona, she decides the handsome klutz who chases things that go bump in the night isn't so silly after all. But is he worthy of her love?
Reader Advisory: This book contains anal sex and a little harmless domination.
“Look around at the scenery. Ohio girls are the stuff of legend. For example, Meredith has those legs a man fantasises having wrapped around his waist.”
“Well, then there’s Caren. She’s got a nice rack and she’s single.”
“Pick nits.” Eddie snorted and shook his head. “You’ll shoot down all my ideas just to be right.” He scoped the cafeteria room once more. “What about Samara? She’s cute in a girl-next-door kinda way. All peaches and cream. I’ve caught her checking you out once or twice—a day for the last year.” He pointed to Ryan. “She’d make a perfect forever girl.”
“I had my forever girl. But I could be wrong.” Samara checked him out? Hmm… Kinda nice to know the attraction wasn’t a figment of his undersexed imagination. He’d spent many a night fantasising about her, holding her, making love to her, waking up in the morning and seeing her smile.
At her table across the room, Samara curled up in her chair, paperback book propped in one hand and concentration written on her face. From his position, he couldn’t read the title, but he’d passed her desk enough times to know she liked romance novels. In the two years he’d worked in the same building with her, he’d heard her speak a total of three times but he knew her voice like his own.
“What? I’m checking out the scenery. It’s—” he drew a breath, feeling more than the oxygen stirring something within his body. His sex drive? He shifted in his seat. Yeah, there was a definite tingle below the belt. “It’s intriguing.” When he closed his eyes, the vision of Samara astride his lap formed in crystal clarity. The tingle evolved into a damned hard-on and thank you God. Sexy, captivating…there weren’t enough words to describe the rush. He needed to make his way onto her radar, fast.
“You don’t listen for shit.” Eddie growled.
Ryan opened his eyes and glared at his friend. “Say something important.”
About Wendi Zwaduk:
I always dreamed of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I tend to write books with titles taken from songs because music is one of my many muses.
I earned a BA in education at Kent State university and as well as a Masters in Education from Nova Southeastern University. I've tried my hand at teaching, waitressing, and retail sales, but writing holds my heart.
I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals. I have more stories in my head than my brain can handle percolating. I can't wait to share them with you!