Annually May 3 is Paranormal Day, a day to talk about scary things like ghosts, vampires and other undead creatures that go bump in the night, and sometimes in broad daylight. But why wait until May when we have today?
Where we live, in Southwestern Ohio, one of the most haunted cities in the area is Cincinnati, Ohio. Here’s a sampling of some haunted spots in that fair city.
Music Hall, in downtown Cincinnati, built on top of a pauper’s grave, is rumored to be haunted and was selected as one of the Travel Channel's Most Terrifying Places in America.
Union Terminal, or the Cincinnati Museum Center as it’s known now, is said to be haunted by the ghost of a security guard named Shirley, who was murdered there.
At the Cincinnati Art Museum a seven foot specter rises from a mummy sarcophagus.
Kings Island Amusement Park employees have reported sightings of a little girl in a period 1900s blue dress believed to come from the graveyard adjacent to the park.
Mother of Mercy High School has a nun, Sister Mary Carlos, who haunts the auditorium, which is named after her. The Sister interferes with performances unless she is asked for permission to use the space and is invited to the performance.
At the Cincinnati Zoo not all the animals are caged. A ghostly lioness prowls the park at night.
We haven’t seen any of these apparitions, and don’t plan on going ghost hunting to find them, but Catherine has lived in a few places her family believed to be haunted.
As a young girl she lived in an old house that had been subdivided into apartments, and her parents believed the apartment they lived in was haunted. Pictures and items would be moved to different places when they came home; a cousin saw a man standing at the foot of her bed one night; and when the neighbor’s children would call at the door for Catherine and her sister to come out and play, a man’s voice would answer saying, “They aren’t home.” Funny thing was, no one was home when kids came calling … except the ghost.
In another home where Catherine lived a murder had taken place years before. Her folks kept the scary information a secret from the children. While she lived in the house, Catherine had a recurring dream of a woman who appeared at her bedroom door and urged her to climb out the second story bedroom. Catherine would always awaken before she made it out the window. When the family moved, she mentioned her dream to her mother, who told her about the murdered woman. She had died at the top of the steps by the door to Catherine’s bedroom. Her mother believed the ghost of the woman was trying to kill Catherine and that if she had ever gone fully out the window she would have died. That dream, no matter how hard she tried to replicate it, has never occurred in any other home where Catherine has lived.
Carolyn and her husband were caretakers for the hall around 1971. “We had to
clean the buildings,” Carolyn said, “and we would hear whispers around us.”
Carolyn believes there is more than one ghost because of the multiple voices
they heard. They would be in bed in their basement apartment of the town hall
and could hear racket going on and what sounded like people bumping into the
walls when they knew no one was there. “On one occasion we had to clean a room
on the upper floor where a train group met. We could hear voices in the room
and the door wouldn’t unlock. When we finally got the door open, there was no
one inside.”
After Catherine’s sister learned the building was haunted she wouldn’t go
into the main area by herself.
Can’t say that I blame her!
Now that I’ve thoroughly frightened myself by writing about all this spooky
stuff at night, I think I’ll go double check the dead bolts, flip on all the
lights, and look up some paranormal ghost busters … just in case.
Happy Haunting!
Have you ever had any spooky, paranormal encounters?
While you think about that here’s an excerpt from the first book in our
Turning Stone Series, The Promised One.
The woman stared at him, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. “Return
the ring, or you’ll be sorry.”
With a short laugh he stood. “Big words for someone bleeding to death.”
After dropping the ring into his pocket, he gathered the scattered contents of
her purse, and started to leave.
“Wait.” The words sounded thick and slurred . . . two octaves deeper . . .
with a Scottish lilt.
Shaw frowned and spun back toward her. The pounding in his chest increased.
On the ground, where the woman had fallen, lay a man.
He wore the same slinky blue dress she had—the seams ripped, the dress top
collapsed over hard chest muscles, instead of smoothed over soft, rounded
curves. The hem skimmed across a pair of hairy, thick thighs. Muscled male
thighs. Spiked heels hung at an odd angle, toes jutting through the shoe
straps. The same shoes she’d been wearing.
The alley tipped. Shaw leaned against the dumpster to steady himself. He
shook his head to clear the vision, then slowly moved his gaze over the body.
A pair of steel-blue eyes stared out of a chiseled face edged with a trim
salt-and-pepper beard. Shaw whirled around scanning the alley.
Where was the woman? And who the hell was this guy?
Terrified, Shaw fled.
The dying man called out, “You’re cursed. Forever.”
When your “goose bumps” disappear perhaps you might be interested in the links for our books:
Putting words and stories on paper is second nature to co-authors C.D. Hersh. They’ve written separately since they were teenagers and discovered their unique, collaborative abilities in the mid-90s. As high school sweethearts and husband and wife, Catherine and Donald believe in true love and happily ever after.
They have a short Christmas story, Kissing Santa, in a Christmas anthology titled Sizzle in the Snow: Soul Mate Christmas Collection, with seven other authors. Plus their paranormal series titled The Turning Stone Chronicles.
They are looking forward to many years of co-authoring and book sales, and a lifetime of happily-ever-after endings on the page and in real life.
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