Thursday, May 3, 2012

Introducing Ellie Anderson

When Dawn Kirby finished the Turning series I was wondering if I'd find another writer interested in writing a weekly series on the blog. I mean, the time it takes to write a weekly, fresh series can't be easy. But, thankfully, I remembered Ellie's excitement about the idea, and without hesitation (okay, maybe a little), I approached her and she readily agreed to do it.

So today I'm pleased to introduce Ellie Anderson to the blog. Ellie really is a brilliant writer with a unique style that's all her own. Starting Friday we invite you to read her weekly chapter and offer feedback in the comments. Nothing rude... honesty is important, but make sure it's written professionally.  Ellie is a mysterious one with a gift of story telling, and I hope you'll read along each week and enjoy the story.

Death, cemeteries, haunted houses and ghosts have been my passion since I was a girl of seven.   Budd Lake, New Jersey.  1970.  That’s where it started.  My mother put me to bed.  The fire station sounded their siren like they did every night for the 9:00 town curfew.  A tall, thin, transparent man materialized at the side of my bed.  Dark hair.  He wore what I call a “burglar cap.”  Think of cartoon icon Andy Capp.  Remember the hat he always had on?  Yeah… now you can see it.  The thin man’s t-shirt was striped red and white.  Big, thick stripes.  Three to four inches.  I've always had the sense that it was a French-looking shirt.  No idea where that thought came from.  I've never been much on fashion.  His baggy trousers (I call them trousers because he seemed to be from a time well before ours when pants were trousers and clothes were more of an “event” than just a way to keep covered) were gray and flannel-esque.  His trousers were cinched with a thin, black belt.  And the best part…he was smoking a corn cob pipe.  He just stood there.  Looking down at me, smoking his pipe.  Yes, the covers went over my head several times, accompanied by a lot of eye scrunching.  And then the covers came down again several times.  He still stood there.  Smoking and looking at me until he eventually faded.

You may say it was my imagination.  I was young…probably dozed off and dreamt it in the early stages of slumber.  My parents thought the same thing when I ran screaming into their room.  I have questioned it myself many times.  But there are few memories from my childhood as clear as this and I always return to the confidence of knowing that it was real.

For the next ten weeks, beginning May 4, 2012, I will tell a ghost story that covers more than a century and meshes my life experiences of writing, cemeteries, ghost-hunting, and working in the field of criminal law.

Ellie Anderson


Steve Weddle said...

ghost story

Ginger said...

I can't wait! Another story to look forward to on Friday, and I love ghost stories.

Sabrina E. Ogden said...

I'm looking forward to reading your chapters each week, Ellie.

It's gonna be perfect!

Elizabeth said...

Pleased to meet ya! Looking forward to the series.

Jacqueline said...

So excited to read some new ghost stories I need the quickening. I have kinda lost my passion for them since, I got all hung up over with the Vampire Rhage!! If Ellie’s intro was this captivating, it will be way fun and interesting see what she has for us in the future. Welcome Ellie and Can’t Wait to read your story!

Thomas Pluck said...

Can't wait for this one! I'm reading Weird NJ on my lunch hour, and I want to hear more about the man in the watch cap.

Anonymous said...

Thanks for the comments, everyone!
I'm looking forward to the opportunity to get some creative juices flowing. Thanks, Sabrina/Kate!