Although the temperatures where I live have maintained unseasonable highs until yesterday, they are now beginning to dip a bit lower.
The holidays loom: Halloween, Thanksgiving, then…gulp…Christmas.
Leaves are changing from their summer green to their dormant shades of gold and red. Some appear nearly purple. While parts of my state have experienced flooding recently, we’ve remained dry in the mountains.
This lack of moisture has made the leaves more brittle. They eagerly release in the first wind, filling porch corners and even the garage if we fail to shut the doors.
Fall festivals are dotting towns with carnivals, hayrides, trucks loaded with pumpkins, haunted houses.
Haunted houses? Yes, many of us love to be frightened. We adore a good ghost story.
In the South, ghost stories are prevalent. Perhaps it is the heat and the haze, that undulating steamy air that can’t be contained in our hands, but can be seen shifting on the horizon.
Maybe it’s the dripping Spanish moss, lonely forested roads, large abandoned houses missing windows in shapes of eyes, and doors looking like mouths frozen in silent screams.
Whatever the reason, every family seems to have their own ghostly ancestor. Although I named my main character after one of my ancestors, the plot and the setting came from a place much further south.
I know what you’re thinking…that suburb of Washington, D.C.?
Georgetown, South Carolina.
I wrote a post for my publisher’s blog back in May of this year. Given the season and the many reasons this makes a good ghost story…in my opinion…I thought it worth a second look.
Renee Johnson is the author of Acquisition, and The Haunting of William Gray. She is currently working on a Young Adult novel, while editing a suspense novel which has international flair–an homage to her love of travel and foreign food. She lives on a farm in North Carolina with her husband, Tony Johnson, and two very spoiled German shepherds named Hansel and Gretel.