HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

Happy Halloween All My AWESOME Friends and Followers!

Have a SPOOK~TACULAR Day! 

♥That's it!♥

Yep! In My Dream's has a NEW COVER!!!

Yep... there were one too many people who said that they thought my book was about a werewolf. But I don't think they'll be saying that anymore! I thought the old cover looked sort of cartoony anyway, and I really wasn't happy with it... SO, I changed it to something pretty. 

In case you're wondering... Yes. I designed the cover. :) Didn't think I was multi-talented huh? I purchased the rights from Shutterstock and made a few tweaks here and there... and voila!

I knew In My Dreams needed a facelift. It was lost in a sea of beautiful covers, and now I'm totally satisfied with the new look and am SO TOTALLY EXCITED to show it to the world. Whoo-hoo! Yippee! 

I am super excited but it's also 1:14am, so I'm beyond exhausted and kinda loony right now.

I hope everyone will LOVE the new cover as much as I do!
Big difference, huh? Let me know what you think!

New Cover - So pretty! :)

Old Cover - Blah! :/

Halloweeny Stories: Part 2

Sorry! I've been slackin'... but for good reason. Promise! I've had bad migraines for the past 3 days, and it's finally subsiding. Even Excedrine for Migraine, caffeine, and lots of water didn't help. :( But I'm better now, and the brightness of the computer screen isn't making my eyes scream and take cover under their lids.

Now... on to PART 2:

Another one of my personal experiences was when my husband and I moved into a small cottage soon after getting married. The landlady lived in the main house at the front of the property, and there was a big yard separating the two homes. 

Everything was alright for the first month, until one night after going to bed I got the “press”. That’s when you feel like something is sitting on your chest, putting pressure on you and you cannot move or speak. I remember staring at my husband who was sound asleep, and tried to call him for help, but not a sound escaped my lips… This was again, the first experience of many to follow.

What sucked was that my husband didn't have any experiences or feel anything wrong with the place. I felt loony, scared, and was pregnant.
Then finally, one night while we were lying in bed, music started blaring from our empty guestroom. My husband got up and went into the room to find that our cassette player had been turned on. Now, this was a CASSETTE player. Remember those plastic square things that were replaced by CD’s? The only way to turn it on is to press down the play button, and… it was pressed down, with no one around. Go figure...(?) I was a little freaked, but glad that he finally experienced something. 

Another night, after our son was born, he wouldn’t stop crying. I tried everything, but he kept crying and crying, and I couldn’t figure out why. I finally took him into the living-room so my husband could get some sleep. After a few hours he finally settled down, so I turned off the TV and started to get ready for bed. I instantly had an eerie, cold feeling rush over me, like something was watching. I remember not wanting to turn and look down the dark hall behind me, but against my best judgement... I did. 
A white mist appeared and was floating in the hallway. Every hair on my body stood on end. Suddenly the mist shot toward me. I froze, and gasped for air, feeling a heavy pressure on my chest.  I couldn’t move. I couldn’t scream, and all I could remember doing was praying. It finally released me and I watched it shoot into the kitchen and dissipate into the refrigerator. Why there? Who knows. Maybe it was hungry? 

So anyway... I ran through the hall and woke my husband. 

Talk about a ghostly visitation! And why me??? I later found that the landlady's mother had passed in the cottage. Maybe she wasn't happy that I was there? If it was her, she was a BIG MEANIE!

We moved from the home a few months later, and since then I haven't had any other horrible experiences. THANK GOD!!! 

So the question is... 

Do you believe in ghosts?

Halloweeny Stories - My Spirit Encounters - Part 1

     I live in Hawaii where many homes are built on or around ancient burial sites, with countless stories of people who've had ghostly encounters. I told you I'd tell you about my personal experiences, so here we go...

     I vividly remember a house we lived in when I was about five years old. Lightly putting it… it was HAUNTED. Everyone that visited had some type of experience, whether big or small. But the experiences I had were terrifying, to say the least.

     My younger brother and I shared a bedroom at the back of the old house. The back yard had a hill which sloped downward towards our room. It was filled with many different types of fruit trees, and dead, dried leaves which covered the ground. To get to the back yard, you’d have to unlatch a metal gate on the side of the house, and swing it open (which made a loud squeaky, creaky noise).

     One night, after our mom finished reading us a story, tucked us safely into bed, and turned off the lights, my brother and I heard someone unlatch the metal gate. It creaked open, and then re-latched. Footsteps, crunched in the dried leaves just outside our bedroom. I froze, listening. Was it a prowler?

     We screamed, jumped out of our beds, and bolted down the hall to our parents room. They turned on all the lights, and scoured the backyard only to find - nothing… (Of course) It began to happen nightly, so we eventually learned to deal with that part of it. 

     But then… horrible things started to happen.

     One warm night, I woke up on my stomach, with my head pressed down into my pillow. I couldn’t move, or turn my head for air, because my body was frozen, paralyzed. I remember how difficult it was to breathe, and how hot the air was in my pillow from my panting. I was being suffocated.

     I started to pray, and not too long after that, my body released from the pressure, and I turned, gasping precious air into my lungs. 

     Like I said… I was only five, and this became almost a nightly terror. I never wanted to sleep, horrified that I'd wake up again, paralyzed, with my face pressed into my pillow. It is a distant memory that I'll never forget, though sometimes I wish I could.

     We moved out of that creepy old house into one that I slept peacefully in... but that's not the end. Stay tuned for part 2: The haunting continues...

I can't believe it's Saturday... again! Alarm went off at 6:3Oam, so I snoozed for 15 more minutes, then stumbled downstairs to press the "on" button on the coffee pot. My hubby has to perform a wedding this morning at Secret Cove; however Secret Cove is no longer a "secret". It's been found out, and is now a wedding "hot-spot". Here's a picture I took the other day when I went with him to a morning wedding. Isn't it beautiful! So picturesque. (Especially with no one there.) And I took this with my lame camera phone.
And yes... this is one of the spots in my novel In My Dreams. Pretty cool huh! Well... I'm not there today. Today I'm stuck behind this computer... working, and getting an EMF tan. Ugh! :)

 Have a nice weekend!