GUEST BLOGGER: Terri Williams

My guest blogger for this week is Terri Williams! Feel free to leave comments!

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I have had experiences with the Paranormal for as long as I can remember. But the summer of 1987, would change my perception of the unknown and spark a love that would eventually grow into a passion for the field. I have just had my first book published, based on our(myself, 2 of my cousins, and our best friend) experiences during the summer of 1987. I wanted to tell my story so that other people experiencing similar phenomenon would have someone thay could relate to and realize they are not alone. If my story helps one person to cope with their own frightening situation, then I've done my job.

My book is available online at:
http://www.xlibris.com/
http://www.amazon.com/
http://www.borders.com/
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/
And
http://www.booksamillion.com/

Below is an excerpt from my book...A Haunting Among Friends


“As I turned to go out of the door, the flashlight went across one of the doll’s face, and I saw something on the doll’s face out of the corner of my eye, so, I turned back around, and leaned closer to see what it was, I thought it was dirt, so I reached out and touched it, but when I brought my hand towards my face, I seen it was something liquid” he said. He dropped his head in his hands and sobbed some more, a little harder this time. Our Mother hugged him tight. None of us said a word for at least five minutes. He gathered himself one more time before he continued with his story. When I realized what was on my hand, that’s when I jumped up and was going to run out of the room, but instead I tripped and fell through the ceiling. Our Mother asked, “Gregory honey, what was on your hand that scared you so much?” He covered his eyes again, and cried. Through his hands he said, “It was BLOOD!!” Our Mother looked like she had just seen a
ghost herself. All of the color in her face had vanished. “Blood, are you sure Gregory?” “YES!” he screamed, “If you don’t believe me, go look for yourself, see look at my fingers, it’s still there.” Sure enough, there was dried blood on the tips of his fingers. And he had no cuts anywhere. She helped him to his feet, and to the bathroom. On their way into the bathroom, I heard our Mother tell him that she would help him clean up, and that he should lie down until our Father got home, and he and I could take them upstairs and show them the dolls. Gregory began to cry harder at the mention of the dolls. When he was finished in the bathroom, he laid on his bed and covered his head and eventually fell asleep.