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Monday, October 3, 2016

Spooky Fall Fun

Hi all, I've been woefully neglectful concerning attention to this blog. HOW.EV.ER.....that is because there is FABULOUS book publishing news on the horizon and the time commitment has taken me away from blogging for a bit. But I am baaaaack. And if you're dying for something fresh and unforgettable in the fantasy and paranormal book department, my new book series (TBA) is sure to get a lot of people talking. It's still to early to say much about it yet because so much is happening behind the scenes right now, but it IS coming soon! Until then, I've decided to take advantage of this beautiful fall season to add a spooky story just perfect for the upcoming Halloween season. Do you think this story is true or not? Or is it a fig newton of my imagination? I am, after all, a fiction writer and we tend to have overactive imaginations anyway. YOU be the judge and tell me what you think. Could this happen? Has anything similar ever happened to you? VANISHED, by K. Jackson Knight The dark-haired girl sat in an open bathroom stall on the second floor of the English department at the college, fully clothed, her knees drawn up under her chin, and arms wrapped around her legs. I had no idea anyone was in that stall, or the restroom for that matter, and our eyes met for the briefest of moments as I passed. Of course when I realized the stall was occupied, I looked away quickly, as it's the polite thing to do. It was apparent to me from her body language and demeanor that she was hiding from the world, or at least trying to. She was about nineteen I guessed, and I naturally assumed there was a problem. Maybe her parents. A boyfriend or girlfriend. Maybe she'd failed a course. Whatever the problem, I knew she didn't want to be bothered. There was a soft kicking sound on the stall wall, as if she were really ticked off about something. After using the facilities, I washed my hands and dried them, then peered closer to the mirror to wipe away a smudge of mascara from beneath my eye. Seriously, I needed to stop buying the cheap stuff and spring for something that didn't give me raccoon eyes. It's then I noticed an eerie silence had fallen over the small, two stall restroom. The soft tapping noises had ceased. I couldn't be alone. I hadn't seen her leave. The hair rose on my arms and the back of my neck. I leaned over and glanced along the bottom of the two stalls. No legs. I asked, "Are you all right?" I figured if my question annoyed her she'd either ignore me or tell me where to get off. DEAD SILENCE greeted me. Of course I thought the worse. Maybe she was.... Maybe she had....My writer's mind went into overdrive with all the worst case scenarios. I checked the stall where I'd seen the girl. Empty. Thinking she might have switched stalls, I drew in a deep breath and gave the last stall door a gentle nudge until it opened. I expected to find the worse. And I did. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw, or perhaps I should say, what I didn't see. The stall was completely empty. The mysterious dark haired girl had vanished. Within seconds, I too, beat a hasty retreat out of there.

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