I am guilty. I’m guilty of Edumacation. I’ve written stories about some things I find real and I’ve set out to educate people in their entertainment.
Why would I do such a sneaky thing?
Because I’m fed up with people who treat the paranormal as an entertaining place to tell people nonsense. If it were sitcom I would feel less stress about it. For one thing, I never watch sitcom, so I wouldn’t know. I don’t watch much reality tv either, but what I do distresses me. It has some of the same qualities as a Road Runner cartoon. It encourages people to do things that are dangerous and dumb.
With that in mind, some of my stories are pretty blunt about what is dangerous and dumb and why.
Grave Matters (in Tea Room Tales) is a walk through a historic graveyard, where Marlene is talking to the ghosts and her friend is taking measurements and trying to get scientific proof. As someone who sees ghosts, I’ve always found that silly. My apologies if that shows. I don’t believe in scientific proof very much, but I firmly believe in ghosts.
But there are different classes of apparitions, and it’s worth knowing what you’re looking at. There’s a lot of argument about this, and I am unwilling to join into the fray. Instead, let’s just say this is simply my experience.
- Images of dead people that seem caught in time. They do not respond to anything here and now.
- Interactive ghosts who will talk to you.
- Spirits that are demonic either separately or connected with a ghost.
- Warning spirits
I’ve written about all of these kinds of apparitions, largely because I believe knowledge is power, and a good story starts with some truth. Mostly the ghosts I’ve known were confused people, no different than you or I. The Liberation of the Loo is a story about that. They’re just people. Like everyone else, they’re charming, frightened, weird, in need of help and often grateful.
Apparitions who are just an image are quite harmless. I think of them as if they had a moment of time caught on film. It replays over and over. I don’t believe anyone is there. It’s just an image in time.
Ghosts on a mission frighten me more. Sometimes harmless. Sometimes not. If you wouldn’t want to hear it from a street person in an alley, you don’t want to hear what they’re saying. Ignore them and get out of there.
How do I expect people to use that information? I really don’t. Except perhaps to figure out that talking to a demon is about like being a Road Runner reenactor. There’s no future in it.
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Tea Room Tales features both these stories and is available at Amazon.com.