A-Z: Zagana

A - Z Challenge 2013:

The Paranormal Case Files of Indigo Eady

 

 

Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner.  I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles!

So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge.

I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…



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Z is for Zagana.

 

Zagana is one of the fallen angels turned demon, and is now one of Lucifer’s henchmen. I had the displeasure of meeting her far underground. Further underground than any live person has a right to be. She is the leader of the Shadow People. She also commands legions of demons, as well as protects them from anyone who would interfere with her evil intentions.

Yeah, Zagana and I don’t see eye to eye, needless to say. Here is a scene from when I had the displeasure of meeting her acquaintance:

 

“What do you want with us? And what did you do with Franny?” Yeah, I was sort of hiding behind Badger during my bit of bravado. I never actually claimed to be brave.

“I do not know what you mean,” said Zagana. “And perhaps I should remind you that you dropped in on me—uninvited.” A hint of menace laced her deep, but feminine voice. Her darkness hovered over the whole wall, about ten feet tall and almost as wide. The smell and her very essence made us back up several steps. Actually, we ended up backs against the door with nowhere else to go.

“W-w-well,” I said, lifting my chin. “W-w-we’ll just be on our way then. R-r-right after you tell us where Franny and her friends are.”

“HAHAHAHAHA! You are an amusing little plaything.” She drifted further into the room, and if possible, grew another few feet. Or maybe it was the huge shadow she seemed to cast on every wall. “And I do love playing,” she cackled. “Perhaps I do know something about your friends.” She hover-paced a few steps before turning back to me. “And a lot about you.” Red laser beam eyes pinned me to the door.

I shivered. “W-what do you know about me?” I was starting to suspect I knew about her as well. I didn’t know much about demons—except that they seemed to favor red eyes. And hers were blood red. And then there was the rumor that they stole lives of those close to death. And souls. They fed on souls.

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Have you ever had to be brave when scared witless? Without stuttering, I mean?

 

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A - Z Related Links:

Creepy Cotillion

Gertrude's Garden

Lucifer's Cage

Shadow People

Volatile Vortex

A - Z: Yggdrasil Packs a Punch

A - Z Challenge 2013:

The Paranormal Case Files of Indigo Eady

 

 

Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner.  I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles!

So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge.

I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…

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Y is for Yggdrasil packs a punch.

 

The Yggdrasil is a type of sacred ash tree. Also called the world tree, it is said to unite Heaven, Earth and the Underworld by its roots and branches. The real Yggadrasil tree is located at the center of the universe and is considered the tree of knowledge.

I suspect this to be the main ingredient in the punch at Gertrude’s Garden. My theory is that’s why all the dimensions can congregate and coexist there, the living and dead alike. Even non-seers like Simon and Badger. I also think that’s why the punch affected me so much more than the others—because I am already able to see the otherworldlies. Adding the punch sort of put me on overload.

Here’s what happened. Do you remember when we were on ‘G’ for Gertrude’s Garden? Or was it ‘I’ for inter-dimensional travel? Anyway, while I was there, I drank the punch. Paranormal Punch. And lord almighty, what a mistake. Here’s what happened when we were inside Gertie’s seated at a table and discussing the missing paranormals case:

 

“Th-they want to know, bwahaha,” snorted Franklin, “why Gertie’s is called the ‘garden.’”

The table erupted into a roar, but eventually Franny controlled herself. “It’s a joke, dear.” Snort-sniggle-cough. “It’s called the ‘garden’ because it’s attached to the cemetery. It’s the one thing all paranormals have in common. We’re ‘planted’ there until we emerge in the afterlife. Get it? Planted instead of buried? That’s why it’s called the garden.”

Everyone began laughing again.

“Um, yeah. I get it.” I guess when faced with the strangeness of afterlife, a morbid sense of humor is a must.

“Nice they can laugh at their own demise,” said Badger out the side of his mouth.

“No doubt,” added Simon, a plastic smile pasted on his face. He reached for his glass and took a sip of the red drink. “Mmmm, this is bloody tasty. What’s it called, then?”

“Just your garden variety punch, dear,” said Franny, tittering at her joke.

Realizing how thirsty I was, I took a sip. “Oh, this is good.” I chugged half of it in one gulp. Suddenly the room began to sway and faces blurred. I shook my head, blinked my eyes. When my chair began to spin, I clamped my hands to the seat to keep from falling off. The last thing I remembered was wishing I had a seat belt.

 

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And I’ll bet you already guessed that I had to be carried home, dead to the world so to speak.

 

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A - Z Related Links:

Creepy Cotillion

Gertrude's Garden

Inter-dimension Travel
Krispin the Kitsoon
Shady Shadow People

A - Z: Xylomancing the Stone

A - Z Challenge 2013:

The Paranormal Case Files of Indigo Eady

 

 

Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner.  I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles!

So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge.

I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…

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X is for Xylomancer.

 

You may be more familiar with the term 'divination." Perhaps you remember it from Harry Potter because it’s the one thing Hermione Granger wasn’t good at. Remember the one where she knocked the crystal ball to the floor? She dismissed divination as a bunch of old fashioned hooey, something that was a bunch of guesswork.

But it’s not hooey to those who practice it: modern day druids and witches, aka Wiccans. Trust me, if I can believe in some of the things I do, like talking to ghosts, reading energy and receiving psychic information, believing in magic is not much of a stretch.

Divination is a branch of magic that is quite ancient. Using various tools, the xylomancer attempts to foresee the future, or gather insights into future events. In Harry Potter, they used crystal balls. You may have even had your fortune told by a fortuneteller with a crystal ball. You could also use palmistry, tarot cards or Chinese fortune-telling sticks. The more traditional forms of divination are interpreting omens through the way twigs or branches fall.

So yeah, Hermione was right in a way. It is a lot of guesswork.

 

Did I mention that I'm not a witch?

 

Have you ever had your fortune told through a crystal ball?

 

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A - Z Related Links:

Afterlife
Extrasensory Perception
Freakin' Frankenstein
Psychometry or Psycho?

Which Witch is Which?



A - Z: Which Witch is Which?

A - Z Challenge 2013:

The Paranormal Case Files of Indigo Eady

 

 

Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner.  I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles!

So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge.

I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…

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W is for Which Witch is Which?

 

Let’s get this straight. I am not a witch, even though I’ve been accused of it more than once. I spend so much time trying to tell people what I’m not…well, never mind.

So let’s take these points one by one. According to Bing’s dictionary, the definition of a witch is:

1. somebody with alleged magic powers: somebody, especially a woman, who is supposed to have magical or wonder-working powers that are most often used malevolently – now I ask you, if I had magical powers, would I always be in so much trouble?

2. follower of nature religion: a follower of Wicca, a pre-Christian natural religion – another no-go. Anyone who knows me knows that I’m currently angry at God for taking my father.

3. offensive term: an offensive term that deliberately insults a woman regarded as ugly, vicious, or malicious ( insult ) – Admittedly, I’m no natural beauty, but I don’t consider myself ugly, vicious or malicious

4. seductive woman: a woman who is regarded as alluring or seductive ( informal ) ( sometimes offensive ) – Ummmm, I’ve barely even had my first kiss and given my current awkwardness—well let’s just say that nobody would consider me a seductress.

 

So you see? I'm not a witch!

In yesterday’s ‘V’ category, Hannah (the ghostly wench from the Blind Badger) briefly mentioned her love of modern technology. For a seventeenth century serving girl, you can imagine how fascinating it is, especially cell phones. But like she said, in her time, simply possessing a cell phone would have been grounds for being burned as witches:

 “… There never was such a thing in my time.” She leaned in and whispered, “You lot would have been burned for witches.” She said it with relish, as if a day at a hanging was the best entertainment ever.

 

Even though I’ve taken a lot of flak for my psychic abilities during the admittedly strange sixteen years of my existence, it’s still better to be living in the 21^st century rather than the 17^th. Because Hannah’s right. We would have been burnt at the stake as witches, right after the Sabrina Witch Trials. Or maybe before.

 

In any case, we would have been the spotlighted entertainment with the agonizing screams riding upon the smoke until nothing but ashes remained.

And the psychic girl would have been the opening act.

I’m grateful that there are no such beings as witches.

So really, let’s take a moment to bow our heads in thankfulness that this is the 21^st century.

 

What have you done that would have gotten you burned as a witch?

 

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A - Z Related Links:
Help From Hannah
Volatile Vortexes
Xylomancing the Stone



A - Z: Volatile Vortex

A - Z Challenge 2013:

The Paranormal Case Files of Indigo Eady

 

 

Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner.  I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles!

So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge.

I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…

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V is for Volatile Vortex.

 

Now I did mention the Soul Collector when I talked about Lucifer’s Cage and how Lucifer had access to his minions, even though he was locked up. But I don’t think I mentioned that the Soul Collector is actually a vortex.

So what is a vortex? It’s an evil entity, a sub-category of demon. A dark, swirling mass that sucks the life energy from its victims until it reaches the soul. That’s the real goal. A Soul Collector who lives off energy of the living, but saves the soul for Lucifer.

Here’s a scene right after I had an encounter with the Soul Collector:

 

“Bloody hell,” said Simon, “I hope I never meet it. I mean face-to-face. Through the door was bad enough.” He shuddered. 

Hannah nodded in agreement, whispering. “Lor, Miss. It frightens me somethin’ awful.”

“But what does it want from me?” I focused my sight between Simon and Riley, both thinking I was speaking to them. They shrugged and shook their heads. “Not you two – Hannah.” I pointed. “She’s sitting between you.”

“What?” Their voices echoed in unison as they quickly moved apart.

“Oh, Hannah is in here quite often with us. She knows everything that’s going on, don’t you Hannah? She especially likes cell, er, mobile phones.”

“Yes, Miss. I’ve learned how to use them. There never was such a thing in my time.” She leaned in and whispered, “You lot would have been burned for witches.” She said it with relish, as if a day at a hanging was the best entertainment ever.

We were getting off track. “But Hannah, what does it want?”

Her form flickered in and out. She glanced around furtively. “Your soul, Miss.”

“My what?”

“What what?” said Simon. “What’s she saying?”

I ignored him. “Why does it want my soul? What will he do with it?” And then I remembered Shelly being frightened as well. “And what does it want with Shelly – or you, for that matter?”

“Oh, it wants us as well, but it’s mostly you. You have a most powerful energy, you see? You can speak with both sides equally. It’s afraid of what you can do, that you will help the lost souls. It collects souls and uses the energy to survive.”

“Oh.”

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Now I'm sure you've never seen a vortex--have you? 

 

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A - Z Related Links:

Help from Hannah

Lucifer's Cage
Shady Show People
Which Witch is Which?
Zagana



A-Z: Unpacking and In Denial

A - Z Challenge 2013:

The Paranormal Case Files of Indigo Eady

 

Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner.  I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles!

So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge.

I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…

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U is for Unpacking and in Denial.

 

I debated whether or not to include this story. On one hand, it’s kind of personal. And painful. And embarrassing. When I went to live with Simon and Uncle Richard, I was in denial about my father's death and so I didn't unpack. To tell you the truth, I still haven't. Somehow my father's death isn't a closed chapter yet and so I don't unpack. Anyway, it's up to me to unpack when I'm ready, right?

 

But on the other hand, it’s the first time I met saw Franny. You may be able to tell by now that I’ve grown rather attached to her. But at the time, I was livid….

The room wasn’t bad. A twin bed, an easy chair in the corner, and a desk and chair against another wall. A trunk at the foot of the bed held everything I owned, everything I was able to bring with me when my father died.

The room was abnormally neat for a teenager, partly because I didn’t own much. But mostly because I hadn’t unpacked yet. I was on the verge, though. Really I was.

The best part of the room was the bay window with colorful pillows and cushions to sit or lie on, and a huge oak tree right outside. A nice place to while away the hours, if I could ever get any peace!

The room was quiet for a change – no sign of spirit activity. There didn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason as to when spirits were active, except they seemed to be more prevalent in the middle of the night. But having stayed up all night the night before, sleepiness suddenly overtook me. Changing into sweats and bunny slippers, I curled up on the window seat and wrapped myself in a blanket. Only for a few minutes, I told myself. And then I would start the laundry.

When I opened my eyes, it was to a twilit room. For a brief moment my world was normal. Well, normal for me, anyway. But then I remembered. I sighed and cast a glance around the room. Perhaps this was the new normal, perhaps...

I frowned. What was that smell? A fragrant perfume filled the room. I sniffed, looking around for the source. A lit pink candle glowed on my desk, casting dancing shadows on the walls. And now I became aware of other things, as well. Pretty tasseled pillows piled on my bed, with matching throw blankets. Personal items from my trunk were now arranged on my dresser and desk. A photograph of me with both my parents when I was younger sat on the nightstand.

Someone had unpacked my things! I jumped up, incensed. Did Simon do this? No, he wouldn’t. And that’s when I glimpsed the old-fashioned figure of a woman drift through my bedroom door.

            I ran to the door and flung it open, catching sight of the spirit as she turned the corner and zipped downstairs. I charged after her.

            “You!” I yelled, running after her. “Stop. Right. Now!” I chased her down the back servant’s stairs, which wasn’t easy in bunny slippers with six inch floppy ears.

I burst into the kitchen, skidding along like a penguin on ice toward the table. Seated at the table, Badger yelled, “Whoa!” jumping up with hands out to try and break my fall before I went head first over the table. I tried to put on the brakes. But when you’re me? Not so easy.

            Simon, always so helpful in these situations, jumped away from the table, laughing.

            Lying halfway across the table, with Badger’s hands around my waist, and bunny feet waving in the air, I cleared my throat. “Ummm. Sorry, am I interrupting?” You’d think I could come up with a better line than that, given how often these things happened. But no, I had to go and act like I was about to throw myself onto the table anyway.

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Other scenes featuring Franny are in the 'F' and 'O' posts.

 

Have I asked you yet if you've ever seen a ghost?

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A - Z Related Links:
Freakin' Frankenstein
Orbs, Pretty Orbs!
Shadow People are Shady



A-Z: Telepathy in the Tunnels

A - Z Challenge 2013:

The Paranormal Case Files of Indigo Eady

 

 

Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner.  I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles!

So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge.

I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…

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T is for Telepathy.

 

Telepathy or thought transference is a sort of mental communication. I hesitate to talk about it because I read that people who are likely to believe in it are schizophrenic. You know—people who hear voices in their heads that tell them to do things like kill people. They put those people on medication or lock them away. But I swear I’ve only experienced it once. And I was the person doing the communicating, not the one hearing voices in my head telling me to do things.

 Without going into details, we were looking for a missing body to wrap up a case we were on. Well, the killer was looking for the body, too, to hide it better before the officials found it. We only knew where to look because Hannah told us the most like place: the tunnels.

 Today, most of the existing tunnels were part of the new sewer and drainage system. Certain tunnels led all the way from the river into the city, and lay beneath shops, banks and pubs, long forgotten. Except by those who still used them. Unfortunately we ran into the killer in the tunnels, and he was the one with the gun. Fortunately, Bart’s spirit appeared and helped us out:

 

“Listen Indigo, up ahead the path levels and widens out. It’s a chance for you to escape. Take the right fork. It leads up and intersects with the path you came down.”

I nodded imperceptibly.

“I’m going to cause a diversion. I’ve been practicing.”

I didn’t know how I could alert the others. I fervently began to say in my mind, over and over again; right fork, right fork, right fork. I directed it at the back of Simon’s head. He had never shown any signs of psychic ability, but he did come from a long line of them.

Not the best time for a lesson, but nothing to lose at this point. I mean other than our lives, but they were on the line anyway.

I concentrated harder than I ever had, willing Simon to hear me in his head.

And suddenly, he turned to me, a strange look on his face. I took the opportunity, with my hand in front of me, to point right with my thumb. He nodded his understanding, amazement mingling with fear on his face.

We were approaching the designated area, and I worried about whether Bart could actually cause a diversion. And then I remembered the snug storm, and was glad for it.

When the time came, I didn’t look back, only yelled, “RUN!” The sound of Andy slipping and shouting behind me urged me on.

Not only did the others not hesitate, but they took the right fork. I didn’t stop to think about it, just ran up as fast as I dared. Last in line and nearest to Andy, I had to put more distance between us. A shot rent the air. A responding hunk of rock leapt beside me, fragments stinging my cheeks.

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Have you ever had a telepathic moment?

Thought about someone, and then the next minute they call or stop by?

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A - Z Related Links:

Afterlife
Bart Bagley and the Blind Badger

Extrasensory Perception
Help from Hannah



A-Z: Shadows are some Shady People

A - Z Challenge 2013:

The Paranormal Case Files of Indigo Eady

 

 

Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner.  I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles!

So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge.

I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…

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S is for Shadow People.

 

Shadow People are a sub-category of demon, therefore they can’t be trusted. Yeah, shadows are some pretty shady people.

Demons morphed from fallen angels. But the fall was so far from grace that there is nothing of the angel left in their evolution. And since demons are descended from angels, and angels were never human, the term Shadow People is a bit of a misnomer. But they are so named because they appear in human form as shadows.

For the most part, Shadow People are harmless, but as tricksters, sometimes they go too far. They can be easily led, which can be extremely dangerous. I suspect they lured us out into the cemetery where the orbs waited for us:

 

We barreled after the shadow girl through a side door and into the misty black night. We had blundered deep into the cemetery before I realized it. The tombstones became larger and more elaborate the deeper we went. I slowed to a walk when I lost sight of the girl, my chest heaving, only partly due to running.

Finding myself in ‘Gertrude’s Garden’ came as a bit of a shock. I knew we’d end up here eventually, but I thought I’d have time to prepare myself somehow. But here I was, massively unprepared for the thoughts bombarding me. Like, could I be close to my father’s grave and would it be completely wrong to pass it by without even a glance? But I had two rules in my new life that I had no intention of breaking: don’t unpack and don’t visit dad’s grave. I had my reasons.

I shook myself mentally—plenty of time later to dwell on my nonsensical hang-ups.

“Where’d she go?” Badger turned three sixty trying to catch a glimpse of the shadow.

“I dunno.” Simon was bent over, palms leaning on his knees as he caught his breath.

“She disappeared somewhere around here.” I shivered as we continued slowly up the path. The further we walked, the colder it got.

Franny, Drew and Miss Cornerstone ventured off the path, circling headstones and drifting through tombstones and searching mausoleums for the elusive shadow.

Up ahead, tiny orbs of light hovered and swirled.

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Most folks have seen shadow people out of the corner of their eyes. Have you ever seen one?

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A - Z Related Links:

Creepy Cotillion

Damnable Doppelgangers
Gardengoyles in Gertrude's Garden

Lucifer's Cage
Orbs, Pretty Orbs!
Unpacking and in Denial
Volatile Vortex
Zagana



A-Z: Raid at the Eady's

A - Z Challenge 2013:

The Paranormal Case Files of Indigo Eady

 

 

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Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner.  I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles!

So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for theA-Z Challenge.

I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…

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R is for Raid at the Eady's.

 

I had to include this story in my case files because it was one of the funnier stories—and because it wasn’t about me falling down, knocking down, or throwing up on anyone for a change.

Even though Franny has been around the 21^st century for a long time (actually, the whole time), she is still a Victorian at heart. A Victorian madam, in particular. And so she is conditioned to react in certain ways under certain circumstances.

I’m going to say right up front that the boys were INNOCENT. They did not kill Billy Radcliffe, even though they were seen chasing him through the streets just a few hours before he turned up dead. The police merely wanted help with their inquiries.

Did I mention it wasn’t me acting the fool this time? Yes? Okay, here’s the story…

 

Franny appeared at the top of the stairs. She looked scared. She still wore her nightclothes and her hair was down. I wondered fleetingly how a ghost could look sleepy, like they had just gotten out of bed. They didn’t sleep. Did they?

The pounding came again.

“Oh, dear,” said Franny. “It’s the coppers! Run, girl, run!” she yelled, streaming quickly down the stairs. “It’s a raid! Run! I’ll hold ‘em off ‘til you’re gone.”

Franny disappeared, but was back in a flash with a large bag which she dumped upside down on the stairs, a trail leading to the front door. Marbles? Why was Franny spreading a huge bag of marbles everywhere? They bounced down the stairs, rolled down the hall, around my bunny-slippered feet and across the floor.

Between the pounding on the front door and marbles flying around the room, the racket finally woke Simon up. He pushed his way through the kitchen door to find me standing in the hall, frozen and confused to the spot.

“What’s going on? Wha?” said Simon, before stepping on marbles and going down to land flat on his back.

“Oh dear, oh dear.” Franny wrung her hands. “This is not going well at all.” She swooped up next to Simon, urging him to get up. “Get up and run, boy!” she yelled. “Oh, why won’t you two run?! Coppers are at the door!”

Was I dreaming? I pinched myself on the arm. “Ow!” Okay, not a dream. So what happened? I woke up. I went into the hall. Franny poured marbles everywhere. Simon came in. Simon slipped. And cops were at the door.

Cops were at the door!

“Simon.” I tugged at his arm. “Get up.”

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You can also find Franny in the 'F', 'O' and 'U' posts.

 

Have you ever helped the police with their inquiries? Okay, you don't have to answer that.

 

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A - Z Related Links:

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A - Z: Quintemancer

A - Z Challenge 2013:

The Paranormal Case Files of Indigo Eady

 

 

Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner.  I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles!

So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge.

I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…

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Q is for Quintemancer.

 

A Quintemancer is someone who can manipulate and control energy. In the wrong hands, this ability can be very dangerous. For instance, demons are always after human energy as a life force to sustain them. But what would happen if they could manipulate and control your energy rather than just steal it?

If you’ll recall, I’m currently sitting on the committee investigating missing paranormals. I can’t reveal too much, because I don’t want to compromise our investigation. But I strongly suspect that demons are learning how to manipulate energy - check out the 'O' post to get a little hint of what they can do. Such a scary thought!

 

Have you ever met a manipulator, erm, Quintemancer?

 

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