ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Weston Ochse is a former intelligence officer and special operations soldier who has engaged enemy combatants, terrorists, narco smugglers, and human traffickers. His personal war stories include performing humanitarian operations over Bangladesh, being deployed to Afghanistan, and a near miss being cannibalized in Papua New Guinea. His fiction and non-fiction has been praised by USA Today, The Atlantic, The New York Post, The Financial Times of London, and Publishers Weekly. The American Library Association labeled him one of the Major Horror Authors of the 21st Century. His work has also won the Bram Stoker Award, been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, and won multiple New Mexico-Arizona Book Awards. A writer of more than 26 books in multiple genres, his military supernatural series SEAL Team 666 has been optioned to be a movie starring Dwayne Johnson. His military sci fi series, which starts with Grunt Life, has been praised for its PTSD-positive depiction of soldiers at peace and at war. Weston likes to be called a chaotic good paladin and challenges anyone to disagree. After all, no one can really stand a goody two-shoes lawful good character. They can be so annoying. It's so much more fun to be chaotic, even when you're striving to save the world. You can argue with him about this and other things online at Living Dangerously or on Facebook at Badasswriter. All content of this blog is copywrited by Weston Ochse.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Haunted Mansion 3


Crossposted from http://hauntedmansionwriters.blogspot.com/


Friday, September 17, 2010

Calm Before the Storm

I survived the first night. I think we all did, although I’m not sure of the whereabouts of Sephera and Rain. Either they’re sill crashed in their rooms or they were taken to the ghost dimension. Also, if you haven’t read Scott’s post, you need to. He had an absolutely horrific experience. As someone who has had a similar ghostly paralysis, minus the shaking Scott experienced, I can vouch that it is absolutely one of the most terrifying moments of my life.

Last night, Sephera and I stumbled through the house with a K2 meter.  In the light of day, not a good idea. We went to the spot where a servant was murdered and the K2 meter spiked to 4 about the same time a chill wind blew through us. I might have screamed. Sephera certainly did, then she cursed in Canadian. I walked by the entry to the stairs this morning and still felt a residual steely bite of fear.

But here… now… everything is okay. I awoke this morning with a feeling of joy and happiness. In the daytime, this is a splendid property. Old curved woods, wide rooms, tall ceilings all speak to a time long gone. Twenty foot wide windows grace the room in which I am now sitting.

Today we’re going to the Rubicon Estate. We might see Francis of Sophia Coppola. We’ll probably drink some amazing wine. I hear that the winery has a place specifically for writers. Looking forward to that. I already have the bones of a story about this weekend I want to begin getting on paper.

This day is turning out to be one of those awesome Northern California days. But I can't help but wonder if this isn't some kind of calm before a ghostly storm.

So if you don’t hear from me anymore, it means something bad happened.

Stay tuned.

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