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Friday, November 2, 2012

Halloween Blogfest: Jenna Byrnes


One Night at Grandma's
Jenna Byrnes

When I was a child, we'd travel regularly to visit my grandparents who lived two hours away in an old farmhouse. My older brother, whose main goal in life was to torment me, liked to tell me spooky stories about the farmhouse. These invariably kept me from a good night's sleep. But no story came close to what he and I witnessed firsthand, one night at Grandma's.

Our family history contained a sad and scary tale about my uncle who died as a small child. The house, built by my great-grandfather had a long flight of stairs leading to the bedrooms on the upper floor. One Christmas morning, my uncle, who must have been three years old at the time, found a shiny, red tricycle under the tree. He pestered and pestered for someone to take him outside to try out the trike, but his parents and older siblings were busy opening their holiday gifts. The way the story goes, no one noticed little Jimmy missing until he hollered and got their attention. There he was, at the top of the stairs, sitting on his tricycle. How he dragged it up there, to this day, no one knows. Just as his folks dashed to the staircase, Jimmy shoved off to take the bumpy ride of his life. He finally fell off the trike about two-thirds of the way down, snapping his neck in the process.

Fast forward thirty years or so. My grandmother made the best homemade candy with chocolate, nuts and sometimes peanut butter. My brother and I could never get enough of the stuff. After the grown-ups were in bed, the candy was left unattended. We'd sneak out to the room where grandma kept her table of treats and indulge in some late night chocolaty goodness.

One night, after we were sure the elders were asleep, my brother and I slipped out of our makeshift beds on the floor and tripped out to visit the candy. Just as we rounded the corner to the living room, we heard a noise at the top of the stairs. We froze, fearful it was mom or dad catching us in the candy-thieving act. When we saw who was on the stairs, the air couldn't whoosh from my lungs fast enough. A small boy, on a shiny red tricycle, hurtling down the stairs at an amazing speed. Only this time, he didn't fall off the trike. He rode it all the way to the landing and raced past my brother and me. His face was a mask of victorious triumph. We turned our heads to follow him and see where he'd end up, but the boy and trike vanished as they reached the stone fireplace.

I'm lucky I onlywet my pants that night. It took my brother and I years before we could talk about it. Both of us remembered it the same way, and we never talked about it again. We didn't sneak out for candy after that, either. And when grandma and grandpa sold the farm and moved into town, I wasn't unhappy. That place literally scared the piss outta me.

The one thing I forgot to tell you about this story is that none of it is true. Okay, my dad was Jimmy, he did live in a farmhouse when he was a kid, and he did ride his trike down the staircase. Oh, and my grandma did make the greatest chocolate candy, but grandma was a softie and I got all I wanted. The only other part of the story that's true? I would have peed my pants if anything like that ever happened to me!

Thanks so much for reading my "Real life ghost stories" blog. I hope you'll check out my titles on my website: and visit my publisher's website at Books We Love, where single titles are always $2.99 or less!

Books We Love has generously offered this Spooky Cookie and Chocolate Assortment to one lucky commenter on this blog post. Be sure to leave your email address in the comments, good luck, and Happy Halloween!

About the Author:
Jenna Byrnes could use more cabinet space and more hours in a day. She’d fill the kitchen with gadgets her husband purchases off TV and let him cook for her to his heart’s content. She’d breeze through the days adding hours of sleep, and more time for writing the hot, erotic romance she loves to read.

Jenna thinks everyone deserves a happy ending, and loves to provide as many of those as possible to her gay, lesbian and hetero characters. Her favorite quote, from a pro-gay billboard, is “Be careful who you hate. It may be someone you love.”

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Jean MP said...

Great story! Enjoyed your post.
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Debby said...

How funny! I enjoyed your post so much.
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gigi said...

Great post! Please count me in. Thanks!


Urb said...

Okay, that story scared the pants off of me! I am so very glad it was not true, and a little embarrassed that I believed it. Good story, though--loved it!

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Jyl22075 said...

I was a bit relieved when I found out the story wasn't true. :)

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Loveless3173 said...

Haha.. in a way... that would have been one hell of a nice "true" story. LOL.. I'm fascinated by ghost stories though, I have no doubt if I ever encounter a "real" ghost I'd probably piss myself too. :/ such a shame... LOL...


Books We Love said...

Thanks to everyone who commented on Jenna's blog post. One name was randomly selected and that was Debby! Congratulations and we'll email you now for mailing details.