An American Haunting Review

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I had read several reviews of this book,
but had never read it because of all the conflicting information, surrounding
the “True Story of The Bell Witch”.

A few weeks ago, a friend pressured me into
reading it, because she said it was an amazing book, based on a “true
story”. So, I finally started reading it
about a week ago, and to be honest, it is a strange book, in that, its
style is so contrary to what I normally read. Supposedly, Brent Monahan, which
is a fabulous Mystery and Horror Fiction writer, was introduced to this book.

The Novel, which is supposed to be a
letter, from Richard Powell to his daughter, is a riveting tale about a
poltergeist that haunts the
Bell
family. It is the most bizarre
poltergeist that I have ever run across in my days of reading horror novels and
in real-life (I’ll save that for another day.). I was quite bewildered by the first half of the book, but the pieces
started falling into place, as they always do with a good novel. However, as I’ve already stated, it is a different
read than what most of us are accustom to.

It is more of a journal, recounting
important events that happened during the time that the Bell Witch inhabited
the
Bell household
and should I dare to say, Betsy Bell. The ending was so utterly shocking that I was awestruck.

Now I realise that Mr. Powell was in the
legislature and the
Bell’s lived in Red River, during the early part of the 19th
Century, but it’s too orchestrated to be factual. There are several other books narrating the
Bell Witch, yet I’m still not satisfied. The publication has enticed me to research the Bell Witch and read every
book about it. I love a good mystery.

I will not give away the ending, nor will I
tell you how the demon acted, but I will say that the ending will possibly
sicken you, as it did me. It is better
to read the book and then watch the movie. The book has a marvelous ending, while the movie has an atrocious
ending. Movies never satisfy my
imagination, like a book can.

Since saying that I had never read or come
across a poltergeist, like the Bell Witch, is because I’ve seen things in my
lifetime that most people dare not beseech. If each of us untangle ourselves from the world, we can see things that
we normally wouldn’t. Some people are
blessed with these abilities, while the rest of us are not. There is a lot in the cosmos that scientist
cannot explain.

Have you ever seen an apparition glimpse
out of the corner of your eye, only to spin around endlessly, to find
nothing? Have you ever treaded down a
dark path, hearing susurrations in the lull of nightfall? Have you ever seen ghostly figures in the
dark of night, as you pass from bedroom to kitchen, wondering if you really saw
something? These are the questions that
bother us all deep within our psyche.

P.S.: Kate/Minx, I had full intentions of writing a review for the “Coven of
One
”, but I lent my copy out to a friend. She was supposed to read the first chapter and give it back, but she
likes it so much that she won’t give it back. My aim was to entice her to buy the book. As soon as I get my copy back, I’ll write a
review. I truly loved it, Kate.

 

I Despise Presumptions…

Hi folks, I ‘m feeling better today, but I’m
not ready to jump up and dance on cue yet.

I was feeling ambitious today, for what
reason I don’t have a clue, but it could have been the fever messing with my
head or something.

Anyhow, feeling ambitious and wanting to
explore this place I call home, I stopped off at a local café. I could only survive for so long on my
sisters cooking. My nephew, who is only
seven, can cook better split-pea soup, than his mother. All I asked for was split-pea soup. I mean how difficult is that?  Come
on Sis!

As I entered the café, the quaint little
waitress, rushed up to me and said, “Hi Honey. I’ll be right with you”, whilst straightening her hair.

I sat down at the available bar seat, so
she could take my order. I noticed
within an instance that she had changed her hair colour, from a dish water
grey, to a lively red, with hints of blonde woven within the bright read hair. I had to
say something, so I uttered, “Did you change your hair”, as I gazed into her
deep hazel eyes (Most women I know, love a question, even when it is stupid.).

“Why. thank you Jefferson,
I got tired of grey, it’s so out of fashion”, she replied, with a grin
overtaking her wise and weathered features.

“Well,
your husband better watch out, because I have a thing for red-heads. Heck, every time I see a red head within my
vision, I do a double take”, I answered, whilst roaring with laughter.

“So Honey, What will you have today?”

“Oh, I’m feeling adventurous today, so I’ll
take two eggs over medium, sausage, grits, and an order of hash browns with
cheese”, I replied, as I gazed at the menu.

Alright Darlin’, Jim will have it up for
you in no time”, she said, as she hung the ticket over the griddle.

The cook threw the contents of my iron man
breakfast on the griddle. Suddenly, the
sausage began to fizzle, as the eggs started spiting and spattering in the
oil.

“This is going to kill me”, I cerebrated to
myself, as I opened The Coven of One, a book by author, Kate Bousfield.

Just as I started delving deep within the
book, the cook said, “Hey, I’m Jim”.

“Hi Jim, nice to meet you, my name is Jefferson”, I said, as I turned a page and smiled.

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“What ya reading?”

“Oh, it’s a fictional book about a lone
witch that…”, I replied as he started swinging his hands outward in anger.

“What are you reading that for? Do you not believe in God?”

“Hold on there partner, there is no harm in
reading a fictional book. I believe in a
lot of things, one of those is expanding the mind, without taking mind altering
drugs”, I replied, as I closed the book.

It was at this moment that he saw the
Pentacle, which he thought was a Pentagram. A common mistake if he or she doesn’t know what he or she is talking
about.  Now, I’m not implying that I know anything, for I have much to learn.

“Are you a devil worshiper or something? You must be crazy for reading that”, Jim
asked as he teetered back and forth nervously, with eyes darting between me and
the book.

“No mate, I like fiction, and this book
happens to be a very well written book. I read for the knowledge and entertainment. Heck, I’ve been all over the world a thousand
times over, through books”, I answered, whilst sipping my tea.  (I
take my own mug, full of Earl Grey or Green Tea, everywhere I go.)  (Someday s I drink Irish Tea, if I’m feeling brave.  :) )

“Well, you just be careful reading that
kind of stuff”, he said, as he turned back around to turn over my eggs.

“My friend, knowledge is power, and power
is knowledge. If you’ve got one, the
other is achievable”, I uttered, as I anticipated my meal.

After our conversation, he would glare at
me occasionally, but for only an instance. I didn’t intentional insult the fellow, but I think I insulted him.

I’m not implying through this story that
Americans or Southerners or stupid, we are just set in our ways. If you want to categorise people as stupid,
because they don’t want to see past their own norms and folkways, then we are
all idiots. This man tried to combat
something, which couldn’t fight back, so I had to stand up for the book and my
right to read whatever the hell I want to read. The Coven of One is an amazing book that I am thoroughly enjoying. 

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Minx, I should be finished reading it by
the end of next week.

Skint, I only have one chapter left in your
book, The Three Bears. I apologise for not finishing it
already, but as you know, I’m a very busy chap. I’m taking a few art classes next semester, which I’m really looking
forward to. As soon as I can finish both
of the books, I’ll write my own review, which I’m quite sure you will
like. Thanks…

Susan, this crazy web of servers, we call the internet, isn’t the same without you. 

DBA, keep the short stories coming, for I couldn’t survive a day without reading them.

Shameless, I loved the story about meeting bloggers.  A thought provoking question, if there ever was one. 

Mr. Loe, keep doing the crazy antics.  I can’t wait until the next chapter.

Phil, keep the playaz in line buddy.

Wayne, don’t give up the dream buddy.  It’ll be alright…

John, keep the New Zealand Pubcast coming.  Each session is better than the last. 

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Shew…I’m a wee bit dizzy from the meds, so I’m going to have another cup of tea and call it a night.  Take care all…



 

Thirty-Six Dramatic Situations…

According to George Polti, there are only thirty-six dramatic situations, i.e. Plots.  He published a book in 1921 stating examples and variations.  Personally, I believe that the 36 cover most of the bases.  However, writers are inventive and coming up with new plots all the time.  The basic bare-bones dramatic situation can probably be covered by the list, but that is just my opinion.  Frankly, I’m a spring chicken in the writing field, so I’m trying to learn all that I can.  Your opinions are appreciated.

Why do I bring up such a subject?  Well, as some of you know, I’ve been working on a novel, when I have the time, since I returned from Ireland.  It has gone through several transformations, since I started writing it three months ago.  There are so many twist and turns that I’m getting lost in my own story.  When I started the book, it had a beginning, some twist and turns at the end of each chapter, built characters, and an ending.  But at present, I don’t even know where the characters will end up.  It is quite entertaining though.  :)

I’ll finish it sooner or later.  :)
Drama

Commercial Art…

One of my cousins from Baltimore, who is into art, just sent me a very interesting book.  It’s called Head, Heart, & Hips.  I’ve not had time to look it through yet, but it looks very interesting.  My cousin is a graphic designer, so he has an immense respect for the arts, as do I. 

It’s funny that we used to not get along all that well, because we had different views about America and the world, but we are like best mates now.  Anyhow the book is about sex, seduction, and how it plays into modern day commercial art.  Be forewarned though.  The front cover has partial nudity on it.  I’m not bothered by it, but you may be.  Anyhow, have a great week all…

By the way, my cousin is the one, who introduced me to the the New Yorker.  He also taught me to not be ashamed of reading such material, for it only enlightens the soul.  Eh…Well, they have worthy content in most issues.  What say you?