Welcome to Lilith, a tale I’ll share a few chapters at a time until her story is complete. If you’re new to the blog this is a great place to start, you don’t need any background information to enjoy this account of demonic possession. But be sure to head on back to Ghost Story number …
Today is Friday and every Friday, before the kids wake up, I sage the house. I’ve done this every week since that-which-we-pretend-didn’t-happen happened. Biddy told me the practice clears emotional energy left from the events of the previous week and that it was in our best interest to keep the home clear. Supposedly, negative beings …
There is a medium whose show I watch and re-watch obsessively. Her night vision testimony of haunted locations is convincing enough, but she works alongside an ex-homicide detective from Jersey. Just try telling this guy you floss your teeth every night and he’ll spot your bullshit from a mile away. No way would this guy …
“How are the renovations coming?” Biddy asked grabbing her latte off the table. “You know, they’re coming,” I answered vaguely. “You look like you haven’t slept in weeks,” she commented. “Don’t pull any punches,” I replied, laughing, “The house is great, it’s just a bigger project than we’d expected so it’s been a touch overwhelming.” …
We moved into our house. I didn’t know I had a dream home until I moved into this one. It’s in an incredibly populated neighborhood, and yet, there is wildlife. Coyotes in the neighbor’s yard, chipmunks up the wazoo and more bunnies than could possibly be safe. Though, you know my prepper obsession and I bet …
ghosts in the burbs 