- by Patricia Rosemoor
But somehow I got away with writing HAUNTED, a book set at Halloween, another of many firsts for me.
The first Intrigue with a paranormal element – a ghost who provides a fun twist. Well, a couple of twists.
Ever since I can remember, I was in love with the idea of paranormal anything. Blame my mother. She was born on November 1. I think she was born a day late.
The costumes she always made for me when I was a kid were spooky. And she took me to spooky movies. I was a latch key kid. I believed The Creature from the Black Lagoon lived in my basement. The basement door was next to my apartment door… Needless to say, I always got inside the apartment fast. And I never went into the basement unless I was forced to do it. I sat my way down, peering around the stairwell to make sure I wasn’t unpleasantly surprised.
As a young adult, I read books that made me keep the lights on all night. Rosemary’s Baby. Jaws. The Exorcist. I swore I would never see any of those movies. I did see them all, of course, and had to hold someone’s hand while doing so. The one I really wanted to avoid was The Exorcist.
I think I slept with the lights on for a week after I read that one. And my mother made me take her to the movie anyway. She threatened to disown me if I didn’t. Ack! What else could I do?
Mom really, really was into the paranormal even more than I was. One year she asked if we could go to a haunted house for Halloween. I said sure. I took her to one of those cheesy (but scary) haunted houses that are such fun at Halloween. She was horrified. She meant a REAL haunted house. Yeah, Mom, like the owners would just invite us in.
Mom died at 60 of lung cancer. But every year just before Halloween, I think of her and wish her a happy birthday.
Today HAUNTED is on sale at all the usual outlets (Amazon, BN, Smashwords) for .99 in her honor.
Happy Halloween and Happy Birthday, Mom!