Dennis Latham: Life, Fiction, and the Pursuit of Madness

    Been a lot of stress around us lately, dealing most with other things outside the house. Plus, I'm working on my ghost book, and we have a new Doberman. She's six months now and very protective and sleeps with us each night. Before we went to bed, she kept staring and barking at the upper corner near the ceiling in the dining room. It's near the same spot where something evil tried to take me out years ago and I managed to drive it away. About twenty minutes after we went to bed, Greta, sat straight up and growled. She got out of bed, went to the hall windows, saw nothing, and headed downstairs. My wife got out of bed to follow because she said she heard something downstairs, too, and was worried about the dog. A moment later she was running back, yelling for me to get the gun because the alarm was tripped and someone was downstairs. I retrieved my rifle in about 1/10 of second, locked and loaded, and with the dog behind me cleared each room on my way to the alar...

The working cover for my new book.  I've been up since about four. I wrote some on my non-fiction book, Origins Of Ghosts , about my experiences with ghosts throughout my life. I'm not a ghost expert, have never tried to see a ghost, and have never wanted to see ghosts or have weird stuff happen to me. But I do, and have almost my entire life. I've also been concentrating more on my singing act with my wife, Dorothy. I've come to understand that some outside evil force stops me from ever being successful at anything I do, and another good force protects me from that evil and any possible death attempt that has been directed my way so far.   I know how this sounds, and it has taken me a long time to accept it. My latest brush with death came when I was standing in front of my desk. Right as I sat down, a lightning bolt came though the window without breaking the glass and exploded with a loud snap crack above my head in a blinding ball of light. Had I re...