Crossposted from http://hauntedmansionwriters.blogspot.com/
Friday, September 17, 2010
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.