Friday, August 28, 2015

New Review for Spectre Nightmares and Visitations at Horror Novel Reviews

Just found out I have a review for my horror and dark fantasy collection, Spectre Nightmares and Visitations. 

Some of the review: Spectre Nightmares and Visitations is a great collection of short stories from quite an imaginative story teller. These are the stories you would find in “The Outer Limits” or “One Step Beyond,” stories that stretch the imagination. Covering the gamut you’ll find ghosts, werewolves, other-worldly beings, and even wicked cats, oh my! Read the rest at…/pamela-k-kinney-spectre-ni…/

Supernatural Friday: Going Camping Can Be Scary

It is still summer, but things connected with autumn and even Halloween are slowly appearing in stores, and the fist Spirit of Halloween stores have opened. So how to get your fix of Halloween, but while summer is still here technically? By going camping and telling spooky tales around the campfire.

Telling tales around the campfire has been going on since—well, since the cave man times when the shaman of the tribe told stories of monsters, spirits and gods to his or her people.  Many tales are also told around the fire burning in a hearth indoors, but that happened later when it was cold outside.

So, I will tell a couple of urban legends to get you started to tell around your own campfire.

Good Thing the Light Wasn’t Turned on……
TWO girls who shared a room at a dorm in college. Both were in the same science class. The teacher reminded them about the midterm the next day. But outside of class, one of the girls was asked to a big bash by the hottest guy in school. The other girl had no interest in going and, being a diligent student, she decided studying for the test was more important.
At the end of the day, the one going, tried to get other to go, but she was insistent that she would study and pass the test. The girls were rather close and party girl didn't like leaving her roommate alone to be bored while she was out having a blast.  But her friend told her to go on.
The party goer went to the party and had the time of her life. She headed back to the dorm around 2 a.m. and was careful not to wake her friend up, keeping the lights off as the other was already in bed.  
She woke up early and went to wake her roommate. The girl was lying on her back, apparently sound asleep. Party girl shook her friend over but the other never responded Concerned, party girl turned on the desk lamp. She saw the science books and notes still on the bed, with blood all over it. To her horror, she saw her friend had been slaughtered and fell to the floor. She looked up and saw written on the wall in Meg's blood: "AREN'T YOU GLAD YOU DIDN'T TURN ON THE LIGHT?"

The Man with the Hook…….
A TEENAGE boy took his date to a dark and deserted Lovers' Lane for a make-out session in his vehicle. The radio set to some romantic music to set the mood, he began to kiss her.
Suddenly, the music stopped and an announcer's voice came on, warning about a convicted murderer that just escaped from the state insane asylum and that anyone who noticed a strange man lurking about with a hook in place of his right hand should immediately report his whereabouts to the police.  This asylum happened to be located not far from Lovers' Lane.
The girl grew scared and asked to be taken home. The boy, though, locked all the doors and assured his date they would be safe. He attempted to kiss her again, but she pushed him away and insisted they leave. NOW! Not happy about his date cute short, the boy turned the key in the ignition, the engine roared to life, and he jerked the car into gear and spun its wheels as he drove away.

When they arrived at the girl's house, she stepped out of the car, and as she closed the door, began to scream. The boy bolted from the driver’s side and ran to her side to see what was wrong.  There, dangling from the door handle, was a bloody hook!

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Supernatural Friday: Curse of the Three Sisters

For a belated Supernatural Friday today will be about a ghostly legend told about the Potomac River in Northern Virginia, as told in my book,  Haunted Virginia: Legends, Myths and True Tales

What are your favorite Native American stories? Let us know, by leaving a comment.


Curse of the Three Sisters—Northern Virginia

Another tale of the Algonquian tribes is about a curse by three Algonquin women that apparently seems to still work today. This curse concerns three large granite rocks that rise out of the water between Virginia’s shoreline and Washington D.C. The story takes place a hundred years before Jamestown had been settled by the white man.
Though the land was rich with farmland and game and everyone did well, peace did not reign here. To the north were the Iroquois and Susquehannocks and they would raid the Algonquin tribes of the Powhatan Confederacy in the Virginia area, the battles fierce and bloody.
After a long siege, one Powhatan chief felt it was safe enough for his warriors and him to hunt for food. He forbidden though, three of his young sons to go with them, feeling they were not old enough to defend themselves if trouble came.
The young men decided to show their father how well they could go out and bring enough fresh fish to feed the women, children, and old men in the village. They did this after the hunting party left.
Now the greatest abundance of fish lived in the waters near the northern shore where the Susquehannocks warriors might still be. Using a canoe, they pushed it into the river and struck out. Not long after, a Susquehannock scouting party captured them and they were brought before the village, tortured, and killed. Of the villagers, three young daughters of the village shaman who were in loved with the young men watched with horror and growing anger.
They devised among themselves that they would cross the river to the village of the Susquehannocks to demand the warriors that killed the men they loved. They would take them back to their village to beguile them with their beauty and their fathers’ medicine. But afterwards, they would kill them by a long, agonizing death.
The sisters lashed several logs into a raft and pushed it from shore. But the current from the river proved too strong and fast and soon, they found themselves racing downstream. Still angry over the senseless deaths of the men they loved, the sisters cursed the river and said if they couldn’t cross it, no one would ever be able to do so.
The raft broke up and they sank to their deaths. The curse became true as one flash from a lightening struck the spot where they went down. That night the storm continued and the river’s waters went crazy. The following morning all grew calm as the sun rose into the sky. But three boulders had rose out of the spot where the sisters drowned, boulders that hadn’t been there before.
From that time on, the rocks take their toll on those who dare to try and cross the river there. A growing list of those victims who died is added to a growing list by local law enforcements—many fishermen, swimmers, and boaters. Old-timers claim that you can hear moaning over the Potomac during a storm, warning of another impending drowning.
In 1972, when they tried to construct a bridge to span the river, it became interrupted by one of the worse storms ever. Whitecaps surged on the water and lightening struck the spot where the bridge supports were starting to be built. The water surged and swept away the construction framework. Funny thing, the bridge was to be called “Three Sisters Bridge.”
Next time you feel you want to test an Indian curse work, try swimming in the Potomac where three sisters had died.
Like every state in the Union, Virginia has unique myths, legends, and yes, even true stories that sound much like legends, but aren't. Learn about the urban legend of the Bunnyman and what happens to mortals at his Bunnyman Bridge in Clifton at midnight on Halloween. Prepare to discover the myths surrounding Edgar Allan Poe and other famous Virginians. See why Natural Bridge is actually a haunted tourist attraction. And what makes the Great Dismal Swamp so creepy: Is it the ghosts or Bigfoot? Meet the Witch of Pungo in Virginia Beach and find out that Mothman and the Jersey Devil actually visited Virginia. Read Virginian stories of witches, demons, monsters, ghosts, pirates, strange animals, and soldiers from the Civil War. Come visit a most amazing, frightening, and even intriguing Virginia that you never knew existed.

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Preorder Paranormal Petersburg, Virginia, and the Tri-Cities Area

 Releases September 29, 2015.

Travel to Petersburg, Virginia, and the surrounding areas of Colonial Heights, Hopewell, Prince George, Dinwiddie, and nearby Ettrick-Matoaca, Enon, and Chester to discover what spirits, monsters, UFOs, and legends await the unwary. Why are the Union and Confederate spirits still fighting the Civil War in the battlefields? Who is the lady in blue who haunts Weston Plantation House? Learn what the phantoms at Peter Jones Trading Post will do to keep from being photographed. Drink tea with runaway slaves still hiding on the top floor above the Blue Willow Tea Room. Are Edgar Allan Poe and his bride still on their honeymoon at Hiram Haines Coffee and Ale House? Why does the Goatman stalk young lovers? Meet the ghosts of Violet Bank Museum that greet guests at the house. Hauntingly active as they share space with the living, the dead refuse to give up their undead residency.

Preorder at Schiffer Publishing

Friday, August 07, 2015

Supernatural Friday: Original Poem: What the Hell Are Demons Anyway?

(An original poem of mine I wrote and own, so please share the link to others and not the poem itself.) 

What the Hell Are Demons Anyway?
Pamela K. Kinney

Demonic, devil, dem…what the heck!
It’s all the same,
Or is it?
Is it about demons?
Or devils?
So many decisions
So many names and translations.
Daemon or fiend?
Dark angel or fallen angel.
Unclean spirit or diamond?
Ancient Greek word daim┼Źn denotes a spirit or divine power,
No connotations of evil or malevolence.
But with Lucifer and Satan comes pure evilness
Demons are the new black.
Or red, with horns and pitchforks!
Whatever you think,
Those bad boys and girls are here
To terrorize us,
Give us nightmares,
And we’re not talking about horses here!
Demons, devil, fallen angel,
It’s all on the tip of the tongue
And maybe the stuff of Hell.