**UPDATE** And you will know why.... Houston, We have ghost....

Please be advised this new update.....
****This is for over 18 yrs old and older****

Well ladies, we are in the home stretch of my birthday party bash!!!! And I hope you are all enjoying yourselves! Today, I have with us a very special guest! Now, I have to travel far and wide to get her here today! But I decided to go back to her homeland. We went to Ireland.

So, pull up a stool at this Irish Pub... And ask for whatever ale's ya (lol)~!! For this hottie right
here is serving the drinks. This is the famous Jonathan Rhys Meyers from Dublin... I hope you like him...

Now, that you have a drink in hand... and look at the treats I found us... It is to prepare us for a Ghost of a story....
Now, are we all comfy yet... Is the suspense killing you yet... Okay, Okay...
Please help me give a warm welcome to one of my favorite "tricky" witches.....
Please welcome Ms. Houston A.W. Knight!!!!

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Are Ghosts Real?

Allow me to introduce myself, I’m an outspoken Irish girl with a strong will and mind of me own, who enjoys writing paranormal, western and futuristic romance…or as they call it today, woman’s fiction.

Although most call me Hawk, my name is Houston A.W. Knight and I’m here today to share some of my thoughts on ghost.

See the picture below? That’s a real picture, of a real ghost. My friend Jan gave it to me. Her friend Dirk had taken this picture on his cell phone in his own house. I had this picture on me own blog about a year ago and the most interesting thing about the photo was that no one saw the same image…I stood in a room full of people and each told me what they saw…no one saw the same thing. WHAT DO YOU SEE?


BTW I had trouble even pulling this photo up. I had it in my photos and when I went to get it, it wasn’t there, nor was it on my laptop photo album file where I always keep my back-ups. How had it disappeared? I actually had to go to my blog to find it again and boy did I have trouble copying it from my blog…another unusual event for me. Then, it refused to copy to be sent to Cecile…hum, think he’s trying to tell me something?

**And yes... he did not want to found on my computer either Hawk, I had to go to the email you sent me to find him... Damn men... Only want to be found when they want... Even Ghosts***

Don’t believe it?

Well, let me tell you a true Ghost story.

I was about nine when some friends of my sisters came over to the house one day. They looked scared to death. Trust me, these guys were not wimps, they road choppers, but I’m telling you they were afraid when they told her this story.

At the time, in the early 60’s, we were living in a small town…a very small town. Everyone knew everyone else’s business, and everyone I knew, had talked about the ghost house on the hill at one time or another, but no one ever went up there…until one night the local Sheriff heard some of the kids with choppers were going up to the ghost house to smoke funny stuff….marijuana. So the Sheriff got his Deputy and when up to the ghost house.
When they arrived, to their disappointment, there wasn’t a chopper in sight, so they decided to hang back and see if the kids showed up. The Sheriff and his Deputy got to talking and smoking cigs and time passed until suddenly from the front of their cruiser they saw a small old man emerge from a overgrown section just to the right of their car. The Sheriff figured the old man to be about 80 based on the way he moseyed towards the cruiser. When he got up to the window he said to the Deputy,

“Nice hot rod you’ve got there.”
“It’s a cruiser.” The young deputy replied. “What are you doing up here?”
The old man looked surprised and said, “I live here.”
“You live where?” The Sheriff injected feeling a little nervous about the way the old man kept eyeing the squad car.
“Here.” The old man pointed towards the run down haunted house. “How fast does it go?”
“What?”
The old man nodded at the cruiser. “The hot rod you’re sitting in son? How fast does it go?”
“Did you say you live here?”
“Yeah,” the old man backed up, giving a crooked smile, “Did you come up here to tell those kids to stop smoking up here and stop dropping them buds all over my place? It could cause a fire you know.” His last seven words were spoken in a chilling tone as the old man backed away from the car and headed to the darken, broken windowed house.
“Hey!” The Sheriff called as he got out of the cruiser. “You can’t go into that house Mister, it’s condem--” Before he could finish his warning the old man gave a wave and disappeared right in front of the cops. That’s right, the ghost just faded away into a mist.

Needless to say the cops beat it out of there in a hurry. They were so disturbed by the event they thoughtlessly told the coffee-house waitress about it in ear shot of the local newspaper reporter, who wrote about their experience for the morning edition. It was titled, “Our brave Sheriff runs from local ghost.”

But my story doesn’t end…the town was so entertained by the tale it quickly became the talk of the town. My sister’s friends decided they wanted to see the ghost and went up there the next night….nothing. They went back every night after that to see the ghost and saw nothing. Finally they gave up on the ghost but kept going back each night just because it was a nice place to hang out…(only teenagers would think a haunted house was a great place to hang out) until one night while they were sitting there just passing the time with each other, goofing around as boys want to do, when suddenly they saw a little old man walked out from the overgrowth and said, “Nice hot rod you’ve got there.”

They were so shocked they didn’t respond…I’m sure one guy was waiting for the other guy to be brave…neither one was. They both stood there mouths open, hearts pumping, as the old man said just before fading away in front of them. “Those things can cause a fire you know.” He pointed at their cigarettes as he became nothing more than a mist, “A bad fire.”

As soon as the ghost was gone they fired up their street rod and raced out of there. They went home pretty shook up by what they’d see, until the following morning’s headlines rattled their bones and chilled their blood even more. It read “Ghost house burns”. The article said the Fire Department couldn’t explain the cause of the bad fire or why the frame of the house still stood.

Now - you’ve got teenagers and the town Sheriff with his Deputy who saw the ghost…all of them described the old man exactly the same.
Look at the ghost picture again and tell me what you see….and what you see will depend on your beliefs I’m sure.

My question is…do you believe what you see?

**Well, I believe they do live among us. All for different reasons. But I do think that they are here... Living within us, in our normal lives.**

Blessed be all on Hallow’s eve!


<(:-D Hawk If you want one of my personal ghost stories go to my blog Houston A.W. Knight
and check out my 2008 archives September article, titled, “DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOST?”

Well, Cecile, I hope your fans enjoyed the ghost story – it’s not a scary one but it happened. Not all ghost are nasty – I’m living with one right now that even followed us (or went with us) on our Las Vegas vacation. And NO I didn’t invite him!

Yap, who would have known a ghost needed a vacation from being a ghost? But he let himself be known to us that he’d followed.

Of late he’s been able to make things appear and disappear. I have a hat I wear (Only) when me
hubby and I go to Nascar races in Daytona. Our ghost decided to bring it on the trip and he let me see it (and unpack it) the day we made our road trip home. Now I know I didn’t pack that hat (it’s a cowboy hat – big cowboy hat) there is no room in our small RV for that hat – I’d never pack it, nor would me hubby. But there it sat in a place I would have seen it had it been there at the start of the trip…because me hubby’s baseball cap fell in that exact spot on the trip going and that cowboy hat wasn’t there.

I know my ghost is a he because he appeared to me – I believe he’s from the Civil War time….or just after it…and I believe he lived on this land that my house now stands on because he was here before me, and let me know that.

The day we bought this house he was letting us know where we stood. The first night we slept here I woke the next morning to find the back door wide open (as if to tell us to GET OUT) each night I would lock the back door, check it and double check it to be sure it was locked only to find a wide open door (still in the locked position) each morning. He didn’t stop doing that until I told him to stop it because it was dangerous – a thief or crazed killer could come in while we slept … so he then started locking us out every time we stepped outside for a minute…yap, we had to keep our keys on us at all times.

One night we woke to a noise and saw a shadow pass in front of our lighted clock - he was so solid he blocked out the lighted time – so solid, me hubby thought it was a thief and gave chase, only to find air. I had to laugh at the shock on his face when I told him (a non-believer at the time) that it was the ghost who’d been opening the doors.

I have tired to get rid of the ghost – I told him to move on but he won’t go – instead he just seemed to find his peace and accepted our being here.
Now, it’s as if he doesn’t want to let us go. He goes everywhere we go and let’s us know it with little hints…funny thing ghosts are.

Being Irish I have always accepted Ghost and other such things that most people don’t but we Irish people live in a different world then most…it’s that druid past I guess.

Enjoy your Halloween! :)

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I want to thank Ms. Hawk for coming over to my place. I surely do love having you here honey!

Now... I hope you have enjoyed Hawk's post... And of course what is the last thing you get at my place...Once you have been a good girl and read the post...

Present time!!
Today is no different!!!! But there is a twist on today's presents... Dottie (From My Blog 2.0) introduced me to this hottie... and I simply could not get enough of him... So, I asked him to stay and help hand out presents!!!! And he of course said yes... Especially after I batted my eye lashes and said it was my birthday!!!! So, lets welcome back... Jonathan....

I just love the picture above... that come hilter look... open shirt... and.... oh yum... And this picture below... Okay, really do I have to tell you why I love this picture...
**Inner hussy is having so much fun purring right now**

So, he decided to go get in his present giving clothing and tell you what you can win...
By answering Hawk's question... Do you believe in ghost??

This is what is up for grabs... and who knows what else I'll throw in your package? *evil wink

The contest is open to US only, but if you know someone who will ship it to you,
please put that in your comment.
Please make sure you leave me an email address so I can get in touch with you.
The contest ENDS Friday, October 30th (MY BIRTHDAY) and the winner will be announced Monday, November 2nd... Please understand that my birthday party is this weekend and therefore, I may not be around my computer....

Time is running out for Ms. Sophie Renwick's Double Sweet Giveaway... Please go --->>> here to check out that sweet deal!!! Her contest ends Tuesday, October 27th!

There is still time to put your name in the hat for Leontine's Supernatural giveaway... It ends October 30th as well!!! Please go --->>> here to drop your name in the hat!!!

Well... I hope you are having fun.. and make sure to stick around tomorrow... Never know what will be in store for you... Mmmaaaaahhhaaawwwwhhhhaaaaaawwwwww!!!!!