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Post by Michael West on Aug 4, 2007 16:56:56 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Mo*Con II[/glow] "You did what in a church?" This was the response I got from my friends and family when I first described this event. But as sponsored by the Indiana Horror Writers, the conference was not your normal horror convention. This year's guests included authors Wrath James White, Brian Keene, Gary Braunbeck & Lucy Snyder, and sure, there were panel discussions, readings, signings, and even a book launch, but this weekend felt more like a family reunion than your typical con. Brian, Gary, Lucy, Wrath, all of the Indiana Horror Writers, Debbie Kuhn, Alethea Kontis, Chesya Burke...all people I love and love to be around. Seeing each of them again was just so wonderful. It's nice to be able to talk about the craft of writing with those who really understand, but we didn't just talk shop all weekend long. We also discussed the events of our lives, our core beliefs, what makes us who we are, what divides us, and what brings us closer together. We learned more about this extended family of ours, and came away enriched by the experience. In fact, this concept of the extended family was the very topic of writer, IHW member, and minister Maurice Broaddus' address. He put the entire event together and did just an incredible job of it. If you've never read his blog, now is a great time to start. Below are the links to his run-down of the weekend events: www.mauricebroaddus.com/2007/07/mocon-ii-recap-i-first-impressionswww.mauricebroaddus.com/2007/07/mocon-ii-recap-iv-on-family(See pictures of the skeleton and ambulance below.)Sunday, Gary spoke about an event that changed his life, and I am so grateful he had the courage to share the tale with us. It reduced me to tears, and when it was done, the first thing I wanted to do was go over and give my friend a hug. I urge all of you to read his story for yourselves and draw from it what you will. Reading it is not the same as hearing the man tell it to you himself, but it is the next best thing. Please, follow the links below: www.mauricebroaddus.com/2007/07/mocon-ii-recap-ii-gary-braunbeckswww.mauricebroaddus.com/2007/07/mocon-ii-recap-iii-gary-braunbecksFinally, below, I have a few pictures of my own. Enjoy! Brian Keene and I take a moment to enjoy each other's work. A close-up of the skeleton covered in signatures. Gary Braunbeck signs a rib. Wrath James White signs another rib. Brian Keene wrote a short Ob story on the leg. And I signed yet another rib. There I am, fourth rib down. ;D Partying late into the night with Sally Broaddus and Brian Keene. And then things got out of hand... Brian Keene and Chesya Burke pose as the ambulance pulls away...the first time. The driver, who said he was also a writer, "forgot" his radio and had to come back to get it. Of course, while he was there, he had time to sit down to chat with the guests. "It's a slow night," he told us. Seriously. We can't make this stuff up. Next up: APEX Day in September!
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Post by Michael West on Aug 6, 2007 8:57:16 GMT -5
It was brought to my attention that I forgot to name the other members of my Indiana Horror Writers family in my last post! Well, I'll do better than just name them...I'll show them to you. ;D [glow=red,2,300]OUR FAMILY[/glow] From left to right: Bob Freeman, Sara Larson, some big forgetful idiot there in the middle, Tracy Jones, Lauren David, and Maurice Broaddus. Not pictured: Carrie Rapp and Crystal Walter
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Post by Michael West on Oct 21, 2007 20:24:16 GMT -5
My apologies and updates... It feels like I've been away forever. Actually, as most of you know, I've been hard at work on a new novel. Almost done with the editing (Well, my editing anyway.) and as soon as I have news on that front, you will all be the first to know. Halloween is a week away, and I will be busy with my annual haunted house, West Manor. But I swear, come November, expect many new entries and updated content. ;D Thanks to all my faithful readers and friends for their support these last 6 months. You guys have really kept the fires burning and your help is truly appreciated! Again, when I know more about the novel (publication info, etc.) I will post it. In the meantime, you can quench your thirst for new Michael West prose with a short story "To Know How to See" (LOL...its over 8,000 words long!) in the December issue of APEX Digest. Now...off to plan some Halloween mayhem. GO COLTS! I will see you all very soon!
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Post by horrorfan on Oct 22, 2007 11:03:33 GMT -5
Hey Michael, Good luck with the editing and the haunted house. I wish I could go check yours out but I'll be running my own Haunted Carnival in my basement on Halloween night.
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Post by horrorfan on Oct 23, 2007 19:10:06 GMT -5
Hey Michael,
I need to catch you out and about one day and pick up a copy of The Wide Game from you. Is it possible to buy one from you directly, instead of by mail, seeing as how I only live a couple of miles away?
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Post by Michael West on Nov 21, 2007 9:52:59 GMT -5
Ah, the horrors of plumbing! As many of you know, the wife and I have been renovating West Manor for over a year now. It is a slow and painful process. Not having a fortune stashed away, we have to do it as we have the funds, a little at a time, which means that sections of the house remain torn up and in clutter, much to the chagrin of my wife. <--Me, when she gets fed up with the house. The latest chapter involved installing new counter tops and a new sink in the kitchen. The counters look great, but the sink is different from the one we had (read: better), and when we got it in, the old pipes would not match up. Of course, the pipes are copper, and they will not bend without cracking. So after hours of trying to make it work, it became obvious that I needed to call a plumber. This, of course, was an unplanned and unwelcomed expense, since the holidays are right around the corner, and having never had to call a plumber, I was unsure of who to use. I called a family friend who'd had dealings with them in the past, and she told me who NOT to call, but really could not recommend anyone who was both fast and reasonably priced. About that time, an ad comes on the television for a local plumber and I decide to make the call. They promised up-front pricing, no overtime charges, and a 10% discount if I but leave a message requesting their services, so I did. And true to their word, they called back bright and early the next morning to set up a time. Between 1 and 3. Now, if I were to set up a book signing and tell the store I will be there sometime between 1 and 3, they would rightfully throw a fit, but for some reason, it is fine for contractors to give windows when they may or may not arrive. The plumber arrives at about 3 (naturally), gives us a quote for all the work, and we agreed to the price. All was fine with the world. THEN...the gentleman informs us that the flexible piping he has is too short. He thinks he can lengthen it (patch it together), but the bill will shoot up another hundred bucks! So me, a poor struggling writer, not wanting to fork out any more than I have to at Christmas time, have him complete the work he can, then I call in the Big Man...my Dad. We get the piping ourselves and spend another few hours trying to hook it up, using a Jack mirror from A Nightmare Before Christmas to see up under the sink. Long story short...we finally have water, and another chapter in the never-ending saga of the West Manor re-construction comes to a close. Next up...flooring.
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Post by Michael West on Nov 29, 2007 18:02:25 GMT -5
Christmas is just around the corner, and if you're like me, you're out there trying to find the perfect gift for everyone. You know Aunt Millie loves her cow cookie jars, and your son just needs the latest video game, but what do you get the horror fan in your life? Well rest easy, frantic shopper! I've got you covered. ***Author’s Note: I am not employed by any merchant, company, or website listed here. I don’t get any kickbacks. This is all based on personal experience and many, many conversations with other horror fans. ***Author’s Note Part 2: To friends and family…this is not some pathetic attempt to make my Christmas list public knowledge. This is not even my list. I’m helping people here! Providing a service! However…if you happen to be stuck… [glow=red,2,300]BIG TICKET ITEMS[/glow] [glow=red,2,300]1. BOOKS[/glow]Okay, I’m a writer. Sue me! There are a lot of ways you can go here. We have the regular trade paperbacks at $7.99 and cloth (hardcover) that will set you back $15-$25. So if you’re going to the local brick and mortar store, or Amazon.com, here are some of the year’s best novels (in no particular order): Author / Title --------------------------------------Braunbeck, Gary / Mr. HandsKeene, Brian / GhoulHill, Joe / Heart-Shaped BoxLaimo, Michael / Dead SoulsMaberry, Jonathan / Dead Man's SongBoston, Bruce / The Guardener's TalePiccirilli, Tom / The Midnight Road Langan, Sarah / The Missing Simmons, Dan / Fangland Hand, Elizabeth / Generation Loss You can also purchase signed or lettered limited edition novels. These can have glorious artwork, leather bindings, and every other bell and whistle you can think to bestow upon the printed word. Two of the best publishers for these types of volumes are Delirium Books (http://www.deliriumbooks.com) and Cemetery Dance Publications (http://www.cemeterydance.com/). If you deem your horror fan worthy, these gifts will set you back anywhere from $50 to hundreds of dollars. Here are some good examples... From Delirium: Dead SeaBy Brian Keene Limited Hard Cover ($50) The InfectedBy Michael McBride Lettered Hard Cover bound in leather ($195) From Cemetery Dance Publications: Destinations Unknown by Gary A. Braunbeck Available in two states: Limited Edition of 1,000 signed copies ($40) Traycased Lettered Edition of 26 signed and lettered copies bound in leather with a satin ribbon page marker ($150) The Secretary of Dreams (Volume One)by Stephen King Available in three states: Slipcased Gift Edition of only 5,000 copies ($75) Signed and traycased Limited Edition of only 750 copies ($300) Deluxe signed Lettered Edition of only 52 copies, each protected in a deluxe traycase [glow=red,2,300] 2. MOVIES[/glow] When horror fans aren’t reading the latest book, they’re watching a favorite horror film of the past or present. If your fan is like me, they have some films multiple times, buying them whenever formats change. So before you head to Best Buy or the web, here are some high and low-end suggestions: Masters of Horror: Season One Box SetRelease Date: 8/28/2007 SRP: $79.97John Carpenter, John Landis, Tobe Hooper, Larry Cohen, etc. The entire first season of the Showtime original series! The greatest directors in horror give us hour-long movies to keep us up at night! Planet Terror (a.k.a. Grindhouse: Planet Terror)Release Date: 10/16/2007 SRP: $29.99There was no better time to be had at the movies this year. Funny, scary, gross…it’s everything a horror fan could want and more. Jack Ketchum’s The Girl Next Door Release Date: 12/4/2007 SRP: $26.97A grisly movie based on a grisly book. They’ll love it! Silent Night, Deadly Night Release Date: 12/11/2007 SRP: $14.98What better way to say “I love you” than with the gift of killer Santas? On DVD for the first time in all of its unrated / uncensored glory! Just in time for Christmas! [glow=red,2,300]3. T-SHIRTS[/glow]There is no horror fan alive that doesn’t have at least one black T-shirt with a skull or movie image on it! $15-$25 each, but some stores have discounts if you buy multiple shirts. Below are some great sites for horror duds: www.frightrags.com -- Horror movie shirts and hoodies from the 70s to today. Home of the “What Would Jason Do?” shirt www.rottencotton.com -- Twisted shirts from horror and exploitation films www.forbiddenplanet.com -- Horror, Sci-fi, and fantasy gear www.fearwerx.com -- Cool Zombie and Cthulhu shirts (see below) www.cafepress.com -- Can’t find it anywhere else? Search here. [glow=red,2,300]4. Cthulhu[/glow]The elder god may be gone, but he is hardly forgotten. The tentacled one appears on just about every type of item imaginable: slippers, T-Shirts, posters…you name it! $10 and up. Below are a few good sites to shop, or just Google Cthulhu (he’ll thank you for it!): www.toyvault.com/cthulhu/index.htmlwww.fearwerx.comwww.cafepress.com/buy/cthulhu[glow=red,2,300]5. GIFT CERTIFICATES[/glow]I know, I know…this is so impersonal. Well I’m not talking about $20 at Sears or the Home Depot. Maybe you wanted to get a book, shirt, or movie, but you had no idea what your horror fan’s favorites were. Give them a gift certificate to one of these horror-related shops! I guarantee you, if your black-hearted loved one opens a box with a Fright Rags certificate inside, they won’t be thinking, “They had no idea what to get me.” No. They’ll hug you and think, “They get me! They really get me!” Also, certificates can be made in any amount, so if you just need a little add-on or a major gift, you can do either. [glow=red,2,300]STOCKING STUFFERS[/glow] [glow=red,2,300]1. MAGAZINES[/glow]We’ve already established they like to read, and a magazine fits in a stocking quite nicely. There are a lot of good ones out there. Many have short stories by the authors your horror fan loves, others have reports from the sets of the latest fright flick, and a few feature both! They have names like Rue Morgue, Apex Science Fiction and Horror Digest, Cemetery Dance, City Slab, Horror Hound, Fangoria, etc. Get them a single issue ($6-$10) or a full subscription ($20-$100)! [glow=red,2,300]2. MOVIE TICKETS[/glow]This is a gift that will never go to waste! Nothing better to a horror fan than to go see a movie in a theater on opening night. You can avoid spoilers, listen to the screams of fellow moviegoers, much hot-buttered popcorn and down Snowcaps like there’s no tomorrow. Many theaters have their own gift cards, and stores like Costco sell actual tickets that can be used at any time, even opening night! ($10-$20) [glow=red,2,300]3. SOCKS / STOCKINGS[/glow]Mothers and Grandmothers have given us socks in our stockings since the holiday began! But why give plain white socks or a pair of generic hose? Put some skulls on there! www.hottopic.comwww.gothicstyles.comwww.findcoolclothes.com/01399.html[glow=red,2,300]4. BOOKMARKS[/glow]Again, they like to read. You’re getting them books. Don’t force them to bend pages, especially in those lettered, leather-bound editions! You can find them cheap at your local bookstore ($2-3) or for $12, follow the link below for something fancy… www.hookmarks.com/proddetail.php?prod=skull-bookmark[glow=red,2,300]5. GIFT CERTIFICATES[/glow]Okay see above, under BIG TICKET ITEMS. These fit easy into any stocking. Well…that’s it. That’s all I got. You’re on your own now, but hopefully you are now better armed. Now shop ‘till you drop, then crawl out of your grave and shop some more. Me? I’m off to buy for people who don’t like horror. Now that’s scary!
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Post by Michael West on Dec 5, 2007 13:05:01 GMT -5
If you are a regular to my message board (and if you're not...what the hell is wrong with you? ), you will notice a few changes. More and more of my work is being published, and while this is a good thing, a really really good thing, it did result in the board being...well...untidy. People were discussing my stories here, the novels there, and other things in between. Now everything has its place. In The Michael West Discussion Zone, you will find frequently asked questions along with boards for all my stories and novels. All my published works are there and you can post your questions or comments on each. I would ask that all discussions or questions on my works be posted here and only here. I will also use this section to post news of upcoming releases, appearances, and events. ;D In The Faithful Readers Zone, you can introduce yourself and chit chat about anything else you like. I like the changes, and I hope you will too. Thanks to everyone for their continued interest and support! It is much appreciated! ;D
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Post by Michael West on Dec 15, 2007 6:25:15 GMT -5
Last night, I got my Christmas fix. My sons and I wrapped presents while watching It's a Wonderful Life, eating white fudge Oreos, and drinking eggnog. It just doesn't get any better than that. ;D Supposed to be a blizzard rolling in today. Snow, followed by ice, followed by more snow. Went to the store last night to get some items for dinner tonight and it was a zoo--people buying eggs, milk, and bread. I have lived in Indiana my entire life and I have yet to figure out why people get a craving for French Toast every time it snows. I wish I could say I'm going to sit at home and watch the stuff pile up from the warmth of my family room or office, but alas, I have my son's basketball game to attend. Also, my wife does not go into work at the hospital until 11pm, and I said I would drive her if the roads are bad. Must be love...or total insanity, not really sure which at this point. On the writing front, I hope to have some very good news to announce after the holidays, so stay tuned!
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Post by Michael West on Dec 16, 2007 23:49:53 GMT -5
Looks like I'm a MySpace violator! Last weekend, I sent this image as a message to friends who always post comments on my profile: Today, when I visited some of these friends, I found the image had been replaced by this: At first, I thought I had exceeded the bandwidth on my Photobucket account, but then I realized that this was a MySpace thing. MySpace had taken the photo down. Now I'm worried they will delete my profile or something. Maybe I'm being a bit paranoid, but there was nothing obscene or overtly violent in this greeting. It was a fun horror-themed greeting sent to other horror fans. Guess I just won't be sending any more picture greetings.
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Post by Amie29 on Dec 19, 2007 14:59:38 GMT -5
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Post by Michael West on Dec 20, 2007 12:38:22 GMT -5
Someone emailed me this Christmas survey and I took some time to fill it out. 1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? A little of both 2. Real tree or artificial? Artificial (3 of 'em!) 3. When do you put up the tree? Thanksgiving weekend 4. When do you take the tree down? Sometime after New Years 5. Do you like eggnog? Hell yeah! ;D 6. Favorite gift received as a child? Evel Knievel: Escape from Bigfoot Canyon playset 7. Do you have a Nativity scene? Yes 8. Hardest person to buy for? Tie: my brother / my parents 9. Easiest person to buy for? my sons 10. Worst Christmas Gift you ever received? The gift I gave that person the year before, rewrapped. 11. Mail or email Christmas cards? Both 12. Favorite Christmas Movie? It's a Wonderful Life 13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? All year long, as I see things. 14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? I don't think so. 15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? White fudge Oreos 16. Clear lights or colored on the tree? both 17. Favorite Christmas song? "Do they know it's Christmas?" by Band-Aid 18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? Stay home 19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer? Uh...yeah. 20. Angel on the tree top or a star? Angel on two and Mickey Mouse on one 21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? Christmas eve at Mom and Dad's, Christmas day at home 22. Most annoying thing about this time of year? Dealing with rude people! 23. What is the "corniest" family tradition you do, or miss doing? We eat the white fudge Oreos and drink eggnog while we decorate the tree or wrap presents and watch It's a Wonderful Life24. Ugliest Christmas Decoration ever invented? Barney! 25. Which looks best, theme trees or homey trees? themed trees 26. Gingerbread or sugar cookies? Sugar cookies 27. Do you like Fruitcake? NO!
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Post by Michael West on Dec 27, 2007 13:52:16 GMT -5
Got an HD DVD player from my parents for Christmas. Had to go and get a $40 optical audio cable to hook up the sound up to my receiver, but I popped in 300 on HD DVD and was blown away! The picture quality...the sound! Yes, there is a Heaven, my friends...and I have been there! ;D Now I gotta go buy me that new Blade Runner disc! ;D
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Post by Michael West on Jan 10, 2008 17:18:41 GMT -5
Well, it's a brand new year! ;D Lots of stuff on the horizon in 2008. Unfortunately, I'm not at liberty to talk about any of it at the moment. (I know, I'm such a tease! ) Look for some big announcements to start coming any time after January 15. For now, I'm working on a re-write of Poseidon's Children. Nothing major, just trimming it down a bit and updating the prose. My style has changed so much over the last two years, and I did not want it to suffer by comparison to Cinema of Shadows if it should be released later. Hope everyone has a very happy and prosperous 2008! ;D
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Post by Michael West on Feb 26, 2008 11:54:26 GMT -5
IHW Winter Retreat 2008 (Part 1): "I've just stepped into a horror movie!"“Can you play Snow, ‘Informer?’” a nameless voice begs on my radio, and then a stream of unintelligible lyrics suddenly blasts through the speakers. Every week, a local radio station in Indianapolis has what they call “No Refusal Friday.” You can call in, request whatever you want to hear, and the DJ on duty is obligated to play it. On this particular day, it seems the people want hits from the late 80s and early 90s. I drive through very real snow, taking my right hand from the wheel every so often for a sip of still hot coffee or to consult my trusty Google map, and it feels as if I am actually going back in time. Strip malls and chain stores give way to trees and then to endless expanses of farmland, all buried beneath a freshly fallen shroud of white. Small towns pop up and fade in the rearview mirror, each one taking only a moment to traverse, and it does not take me long to reach my final destination: Converse, Indiana. I drive down the main strip and see the old Woodcarver’s building, site of the Indiana Horror Writers first annual Winter Retreat. It is three stories tall, with large display windows on the first floor, betraying an earlier time when the lowest level might have been some sort of store. A metal fire ladder descends the brick façade, providing possible escape should it be necessary. You see, the Woodcarver’s building is haunted. According to Bob Freeman, IHW’s newly elected President, and author of Shadows over Somerset, it is one of the most actively haunted locations he has ever experienced. This is saying a lot, as Bob has been to the ancient castles of Ireland, places where tortured souls still cry out on a regular basis. I grab my laptop and bags and head inside. The first floor appears normal. Row after row of tables and chairs, some with massive jigsaw puzzles in various stages of completion, others with woodcarving tools neatly boxed and waiting for their owners to put them to use. The results of their labor are all around, hanging from the wall and lining various shelves. There are Native American figures, animal heads, and entire landscapes carved from various grains of wood. Atop an old Pepsi machine I see an odd sight, the first of many…a huge wooden sculpture of human limbs intertwined. (Later, I would learn that this particular sculpture once sat in those large store windows facing the main street of town, just a bunch of arms and legs, until someone pointed out that they were in the shape of a swastika.) Most of the other IHW members are already here. Bob Freeman, Sara J. Larson and her husband Bill, Tiffany Proctor, and Michelle Pendergrass. We sit down to recount our respective journeys, to discuss our excitement about the events that have been planned, and then Scent of the Wolf author Tracy Jones arrives, anxious to find her room and get unpacked. Bob rises from his chair and offers to give us a tour. First, we climb the steep stairs to the second floor. "Stay close to the railing," Bob warns. "People have felt something give them a push." A push?He goes on to warn, "And it's probably best not to be alone, on the stairs or anywhere else for that matter." The upstairs hallway is long and dark, with light shining through the window at the end. It's very surreal, and more than a little bit creepy. The doors that line the hall are made of a deep red wood, and they are deeply set in the frames, creating shadowy alcoves that could hide any number of horrors. We walk to our rooms, the floorboards creaking beneath our every step. At least nothing can sneak up on me, I tell myself. Those who have stayed in the rooms before us have signed huge white boards. When a board is filled, it is framed and hung on the walls of the hallway. Many of the blurbs left behind speak of ghosts and strange happenings. One of the blurbs even has a carved axe glued to it, with a bloody "REDRUM" from The Shining beneath "All work and no play Rich a dull boy." I look out the window and watch the snow; thinking how fitting a sight this is, considering a bunch of writers will now be snowbound in a haunted inn. The first room, the one we will be using for our discussions on this day, had once served as the waiting room for a local doctor. Attached to this room is the bedroom where Sara and Bill will sleep. Years ago, it was the office where surgeries were performed. Who knows how many patients died there, how many remain there still? I follow Bob down the hall to my room. A lawyer had once set up office there. Now it is a small bedroom with a queen-sized bed and a couch. I look out my window and down onto the street below. Already, my car is covered over in snow, and the tiny flurries have turned into huge wet flakes. I wonder how many inches we will really get when all is said and done. This really is The Shining, I thought. I've just stepped into a horror movie!The next room down the hall had a more sordid past. Now, it was a harmless storeroom, piled high with knick-knacks and boxes, but it used to serve as the offices of the Klu Klux Klan. Psychics, called in to investigate the Woodcarver’s building, had broken down into fits of tears upon entering this room. They claimed the KKK had tortured young black men with hay bailing hooks. I took a step inside, gave a quick look around, then followed Bob across the hall, where the tour grew even more surreal. Hammers. The door opened on a large, rectangular room filled from floor to ceiling with hammers of all shapes and sizes. Some had their handles carved into faces, their claw ends painted to look like ears or bucked teeth, others had antlers attached to the sides, and still others were screwed together to form words and odd sculptures. There was even a hammer in the corner that stood more than six feet tall. I stared around, wide-eyed, then turned to Bob and managed, “What the hell…?” Bob explained that one of the Woodcarvers had spent his life carving and creating these hammers. When he died, his wife did not want any of them, so she donated everything to the building. The room had been turned into a museum dedicated to his work. Bob went on to say that the last time Quest Paranormal was here, they caught an apparition on tape that may or may not have been him. I felt a sudden chill run up my spine, and after a quick look around, followed Bob out. We walked back down the hall to another door, one hiding a winding staircase that led up to the third floor, where the Independent Order of Odd Fellow (IOOF) performed their rituals. We climbed the steps. The third floor was still being renovated. Power cords criss-crossed the floor like black and orange snakes, and ladders were everywhere. Paint was peeling from the ceilings and the walls were cracked, but the place was absolutely beautiful. Brass chandeliers and fixtures were everywhere and light streamed in from huge bay windows on two of the four walls. “My God,” I said, “It’s Session 9*[/b] !” ( *Session 9[/i] (2001) is a very creepy horror film about a crew who goes into an abandoned insane asylum to remove asbestos, only to have weird things start happening. See my review here: bymichaelwest.proboards49.com/index.cgi?board=film&action=display&thread=1122140979) As soon as the words escaped my mouth, I caught sight of an old-fashioned wheelchair, just like the one in the movie. I could not believe the coincidence. It was more than a little unnerving. “Quick, you have got to take my picture sitting in that chair!” I hand my digital camera to Sara Larson, and after showing her how to work the buttons, I walk over and sit in the wheelchair, posing. The camera goes dead. “I think I hit the wrong button,” Sara confesses. I leave the chair, turn the power back on, and check the battery. There is still a charge. We try it again, and again…the power goes out. It seems that someone or some thing does not want me to have my picture taken in that chair. Luckily, Tracy Jones did not have the same problem with her camera and I got my picture. Later, I would take my camera downstairs and it would work fine. This was the first odd happening of the weekend, but it would not be the last. [glow=red,2,300] TO BE CONTINUED... [/glow]
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