A couple of years ago, I told my niece about a local ghost tour they do in town every Halloween season, thinking it would be fun to go to it. But then I read the press release, in which the guide actually said--surely to appease the religious fanatics--that it was all in fun and that he doesn't actually believe in ghosts, so there's no chance of anything scary ever happening on one of his tours.
Well, that really pissed me off (and we decided not to go). Heck, it still does.
And about a year or so back, after getting hired to work in a building they say is haunted*, I decided to write a story about it. That tale, "The Grand Tour," tells of Savannah, whose new boyfriend works nights in October hosting a ghost tour in town, but when she shows interest in going, Dorian tells her not to come, that there's no ghosts, and it's all pretty boring, actually. So, she goes in costume, to satisfy her curiosity.
I published three stories in a row after Big got me the cover art back, and this is probably the best of the three. BUT IT'S NOT SCARY, AND GHOSTS DON'T ACTUALLY EXIST, SO DON'T YOU DARE BUY IT! Otherwise, you could check it out here.
Oh, and I met the ghost tourguide earlier this year, but didn't think to tell him his spiel had inspired a story. I also didn't call him a buttplug either, so there's that.
*I looked and listened for ghosts quite a bit in the first days of working there, but that has gone way down in recent months. I probably only pause and listen to something strange or wonder what is causing that shadow five or six times a week, maybe even less.
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