I'm in the last section of Origins Of Ghosts, finally. But I've been concentrating more on our singing act and my wife has a lot of catering work. Having been a Marine, I'm only good for grunt work and peeling potatoes so it works out okay. While we watched television last night, one of our unseen friends upstairs rolled something across the floor that sounded like a bowling ball. It's always the sound of something dropping and then a roll. The last few times when I've been alone with the dog, it sounds like one of the chimneys have collapsed onto the roof. Very loud sound of falling objects and rumbling. I know I'm not imagining it because the dog jumps up and starts growling and barking. We go upstairs and nothing is out of place. The last incident with the falling bricks noises was so loud that I went outside and checked the entire house to make sure one of the old chimneys didn't collapse. Dorothy said something peed on the floor in front of
My fiction, life in general, and war, with some pics from my Marine days in Vietnam.