A Scary Tale From The Mist for Halloween

Available on Kindle for $4.99!

I have a treat for you this Thoughty Thursday: a fabulous story from one of my fave online peeps.

For those of you who don’t know Catie Rhodes, she’s one of my favorite bloggers. Imagine how excited I was when I found out one of her spooky tales made it into an anthology! (Squeeeee!!!!)

I’m pretty easy to scare and I read a lot of Catie’s stuff with one hand over my eyes, peeking through my fingers. “Haste” was no exception.

From the first paragraph she had my heart pounding, and I got up twice — once to check that the front door was locked and once to double-check the windows.

I still finished the story, because it was that good.

When I asked Catie what prompted her to write, “HASTE,” she said:

HASTE is about rage and consequences.

I can’t count how many times I’ve wished I could turn back the clock because I let my temper get the best of me.  Usually, I wish I could take back something I’ve said.  I can be rather sharp-tongued.  (This is why internet socializing suits me so well. I have time to think about everything I’m saying before I hit send.)

The main character of HASTE commits a double murder in a fit of rage.  As events unfold, she has plenty of time to think about the old saying

Act in haste. Repent at leisure.

Every action has consequence.  The legal system metes out a great deal of consequence.  However, I also believe in the concept of karma delivering consequences.

It is possible to wiggle out of the legal system’s clutches.  But it is impossible to cheat karma when she comes to collect. The main character of HASTE learns this the hard way.

When I asked Catie to include me in her book tour, she asked what I wanted for the post.

A scary story, of course! Here is a true one, for all of us, in honor of Halloween…

[Welcome to Catie, the Siren of Spooky…]

I grew up in a new house.  It was a ranch style house, the style typical of the late 70s and early 80s.  One on end of the house was a garage with an upstairs rec room, a kitchen, and a large living room.  On the other end was a long hallway that led to three bedrooms and two bathrooms.

My daddy and my Uncle Jerry built this house with their own hands.  It’s dated now, but it has the kind of craftsmanship you don’t see in a spec house.  My daddy built these beautiful pecan stained cabinets.  You can see the wood grain running through them.  It’s nothing like the junk you see at Lowes or Home Depot.

But hearing me wax nostalgic about the house my daddy built is not why y’all are here, is it?  As I recall, ya’ll got out of bed and dragged over here to hear me tell a scary story…that happened to me.

So we were talking about the house where I grew up.  You’d think a new house wouldn’t be haunted.  But something other than living, breathing people resides in that house.   It has scared the holy guacamole out of me more times than I can count.

Stuff I experienced growing up:

  • I often had issues with what might be called sleep paralysis.  I’d wake to a shadow standing over my bed.  If I tried to get up, I’d be pushed back down.  My bed would start to shake, and I would feel hands slapping at me.
  • I heard voices.  It was always a low murmur, right under the volume where I could understand the words.  However, I could make out several different men’s voices and sometimes a woman’s voice.
  • There is always a menacing presence in that house.  It seems to live on the end where the bedrooms are.   If I have my back to the hallway that leads to the bedrooms, my skin crawls. I have to keep checking behind me to see if something is hovering there, watching me.

The seven wooded acres on which the house sits has seen a lot over the years.

When my daddy was clearing the land, he found two silver spurs.  Both spurs had a serial number on them.  One of my parents did some research and learned the spurs were issued to a Confederate soldier during the Civil War.

One spur was found on one end of the property.  The other spur was all the way on the other end.  My daddy speculates that the spur’s owner was shot and maybe dragged by his scared horse.  I have often wondered if this soldier is not still hanging around.

Maybe he and some other soldiers spent the night camping on the property.  Maybe they were surprised by highwaymen or Union soldiers.  Maybe some sort of deal went wrong.

Anything is possible.  Here’s what I know.  Whatever haunts my parents’ house is malevolent.  It likes to scare people.

After I was grown up and had not lived in my parents’ house for several years, Mom asked me to check on things while she and Daddy took a vacation.  I stopped by on my way home from work.    I’d feed the cat, make sure nothing had been tampered with, and take a potty break.

It—the ghost or whatever it is—waited until the last evening before my folks came home to scare me.   My mother had asked me not to use the hall bathroom—it had a leak or something—but to use the one in the master bedroom instead.

I was leaving the bathroom and had to go through my parents’ bedroom to get back to the hallway.  As I walked through my parents’ bedroom, my flight or fight instinct kicked in.  Even though I could see nothing, I knew to run as fast as I could.

I pounded down the carpeted hallway and could actually hear footsteps swishing against the carpet behind me.  I raced through the living room and exited the house through the dining room.  Once I slammed the door behind me, I turned to look at it.  I fully expected to see the doorknob turn, just to let me know it almost had me.

That didn’t happen.  But I had the sense of something laughing at me.   That presence had enjoyed what it had done, how it made me feel.

I had left lights on inside the house, but I couldn’t’ make myself go back inside to turn them off.  Too scared.  I went to the house I shared with my husband and had him come back with me.  It seemed foolish once we got in there and started turning off lights.  But it doesn’t feel foolish as I remember it and type this post.

That’s all I’ve got.  I’d like to take this opportunity to thank Jenny for reading Tales From the Mist and for allowing me to take over her blog for the day.  I hope some of you decide to check out the anthology.  It contains some really good stories by some great authors.

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Summary of Catie’s story:

“Haste” by Catie Rhodes
A betrayed wife who murders her cheating husband and his lover in a fit of rage becomes the victim of her own impulsiveness.

I’ve listed the outlets below…the e-copy is a steal at $4.99! (I hope you buy it!!)

Do you love scary stories and/or movies? Are you able to watch alone or do you need someone to hold your hand? Who is your favorite “scary author?” Enquiring minds always want to know these things here at More Cowbell!

Jenny

Now let’s shake those cowbells in the comments for Catie!!

Tales From The Mist is available at:
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About Catie

Catie Rhodes is that kid your mother warned you about. She cusses, doesn’t wash her hands after petting the dog, and she tells lies. But in Catie’s family of storytellers, a lie is simply a story you didn’t get people to believe. Traveling through her native land of Texas has given her enough weird, spooky, and funny to write about for this lifetime and the next ten to come. You can find out more about Catie at her website, http://catierhodes.com/ and follow her on Facebook and Twitter.

About Jenny Hansen

Avid seeker of "more"...More words, more creativity, More Cowbell! An extrovert who's terribly fond of silliness. Founding blogger at Writers In The Storm (http://writersinthestormblog.com). Write on!
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41 Responses to A Scary Tale From The Mist for Halloween

  1. LauraDrake says:

    Wow, Catie – I LOVE scary! And I cannot imagine living in that house all those years! YIKES!
    You hooked me -going to buy your book now! Thanks for introducing us, Jenny!

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  2. Yes, yes, yes. I will purchase the anthology. As soon as I determine which purchased book created The Kindle for PC That Will Not Open not-so-fun-omenon. It wasn’t the Fifty Shades Trilogy. Those had been downloaded and read before the demon struck.

    You have a stellar storytelling voice, Catie. I imagine it around a campfire (in the middle of the too-scarce Texas woods with night noises and distant howling coyotes) inviting me to, “sit down my pretty and I’ll tell you a story.”

    I blame sucking my thumb until I was in third grade on my parent’s demonstrated ability to produce a kid a year. [Hey! I aced Psych 101, which makes me qualified to self-diagnose that as a sign of attention deprivation.]

    Had this type of experience happened to me, I might still be sucking that thumb. No tales from me, so I get creeped out by satisfy my need for haunted tales by living vicariously through the stories of others.

    L-O-V-E your bio blurb, btw. On my way to your site to sign up. My favorite friends have always been the ones my mother warned me about.

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    • Catie Rhodes says:

      I am so glad you enjoyed the spooky story, Gloria. Your compliment about my storytelling voice made my day. And thanks for your compliments about my bio. I really am that kid who’ll get you into trouble. You’ll be laughing the whole time, though.

      Where I grew up–near the Big Thicket–there were endless acres of huge longleaf pine trees. Deep in those woods, it felt like another world. One where the normal laws of civilization did not apply. The wind would whisper through the pines, rising and falling like voices.

      In those forests, people see things and hear things that defy explanation. It’s a breeding ground for tall tales about Bigfoot, ghostly black panthers, buried treasure, and betrayal. If you want to hear a scary story, you don’t have to search too hard to find somebody who’ll tell you one.

      Needless to say, I sucked my thumb for a long time too. LOL

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  3. K.B. Owen says:

    Woot! Perfect for Halloween. So glad you gave us all a little sneak peek, thanks! I’m not a scary-story lover, but I can appreciate when one is told well, and I loved your personal story, Catie! Happy Halloween. 🙂

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    • Catie Rhodes says:

      So glad you enjoyed hearing about my parents’ haunted house. You’re right. Scary stories are not for everybody. My mom is not fond of them. I think she can’t quit thinking about them when she’s alone. LOL Happy Halloween to you, too.

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  4. Jane Sadek says:

    Catie – are you the only one harassed by spirits in your parents house or does it happen to everyone? Just wondering.

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  5. Catie! Thrilled for you! So creeeeepy! I, too, have experienced enough paranormal to believe ghosts swirl around us. Congratulations on being anthologized.🙂

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  6. Emma says:

    Very creepy. I’ve always been curious about visiting a haunted house but I’d be too terrified to ever do it. Just picked up Tales from the Mist on Amazon. Looking forward to reading it.

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    • Catie Rhodes says:

      But, dude! You live in Ireland. There have to be huge numbers of haunted houses over there. Not to mention haunted cemeteries, churches, castles, etc. I do know what you mean, though. There’s a famously haunted house in Louisiana–maybe a half day’s drive from here–that is also a bed and breakfast. I’d tour it during the daylight hours, but I’m too big of a chicken to stay there all night long. LOL

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      • Emma says:

        I’ve been to the Old Gaol in Cork City last month for culture night, reportedly haunted but I never saw a ghost🙂 I’d definitely be too scared to stay overnight, unless I had a drink or two with friends!

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  7. Sherry Isaac says:

    Catie, I’ve got oodles of el-weirdo stories from growing up, one that became a short story, others that fuelled scenes, others that lurk in a quiet corner of my brain until the lights go out in a thunder storm… Loved yours.

    Jenny, thanks for the intro. Off to buy buy buy. (Hubby is right, I can turn any task into a shopping expedition.)

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    • Catie Rhodes says:

      Sherry, what you said here interested me in your fiction. As soon as I finish typing this reply, I’m off to look for work. So I guess I’m like you in that I can turn anything into an excuse to spend money. Thanks for commenting and good to meet you.

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  8. Did your parents have any scary incidents in the house? I think some people (and animals) may just be more sensitive to different energies…and once the energy knows you can feel it, enjoys being “known”.

    I have the anthology loaded on my kindle and it’s next on my reading list. Perfect for Halloween! I think I will read in the dark…bahahaha🙂

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    • Catie Rhodes says:

      My mother–who I hope doesn’t read this post–has confessed that she’s often uneasy when she’s home alone. Daddy hunts, and he’s absent for the two months that deer season runs. I feel sort of sorry for her stuck in that house all by herself.

      I do agree with you that some energies are encouraged when they realize you’re aware of them. The house my husband and I share right now has a moving shadow. I can sometimes see it going down hall or it will rise up out of a corner when I come into a room. It’s worse on the days it manages to startle me.

      Hope you enjoy the anthology!

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  9. susielindau says:

    Stinkin’ ghosts! We have a banger in our house. I was recently packing for my trip to Cali and the mirror in my closet banged. It was loose (falling out of the frame) and I righted it. I thought, “Oh that’s where all the racket has been coming from.” Last night, same banging…I don’t know why I dismiss all the banging on the bed frame the walls, the dressers. What really creeps me out is the scraping of something across the dresser tops….I think we all want to make sense of it, but sometimes you just can’t.
    Great guest post!

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  10. patodearosen says:

    Catie, I wouldn’t have re-entered your parents’ house to turn off the lights even with my husband! You’re brave for a self-described chicken.

    Thanks, Catie and Jenny, for putting me in the Halloween spirit!

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    • Catie Rhodes says:

      Pat, however scared I was of whatever chased me that night, I was more scared of my parents’ wrath for leaving the lights on! LOL

      Glad you enjoyed the post and thanks for commenting. 😀

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  11. I’ve read Catie’s story and I love it!! She is such a talented writer… I can’t wait for her to release her novel!! I’ve had the pleasure of reading some of it and it is good stuff, people!!

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  12. Jenny Hansen says:

    Catie, it’s funny…as much as all the crime and lurid stuff scares the crap out of me, I’ve always been fairly calm about ghosts and spirits (as long as they’re nice).

    I lived an apartment for 10 years where the previous tenants mother had died right before I moved in. She liked to hang out there for part of the year – Fall and Winter. I don’t know where she went for the other part–maybe she was a snowbird–but she was definitely THERE. I’d often see her shadow out of the corner of my eye.

    The spirit of both my mother and my husband’s father have both come to visit me as well. Only in times of great emotion, but they’re definitely there and it’s a very physical feeling for me.

    Plus, when I was very ill, my mom (who was an amazing nurse for 43 years) hung around. I knew things medically during that time that there was no reason for me to know. A few weeks into .my bedrest, I started feeling her more often, and hearing her voice in my head telling me how to do things.

    Right about the time that we knew I would live, I woke up one day, grieving terribly for my mom and feeling like my house was empty. That was when I really realized with certainty that she’d been around, watching over me and helping me get through it. It was a dreadful feeling to have her leave after hanging around for so long.

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    • Catie Rhodes says:

      I love that you have so many ghost stories. My husband is more sensitive to it than I am and claims to have had visits from relatives who have passed on.

      I was very close with my paternal grandfather. Sometimes I can feel him here very strongly. I can smell his cigarettes and his Old Spice cologne. As you noted, some spirits can be of great comfort.

      I find that I don’t fear dying all that much anymore. I look forward to seeing those who have gone on before me. I know that’s odd, but I’m odd. 😀

      Thank you so much for having me on your blog today. I’ve smiled a lot.

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  13. Scary stuff, Catie. I think some of us are just more susceptible to seeing/feeling the supernatural. I basically grew up in a haunted house so maybe that’s why I’m still tuned in. The ghosts in my house weren’t malevolent although they did scare the crap out of me at times. I think they just wanted to be acknowledged. Now the house next door that’s been in the family for years – there’s definitely something malevolent there. I get creeped out just coming within 20 feet of the place.

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    • Catie Rhodes says:

      Okay. I officially want to come visit you. But I am afraid to spend the night. LOL

      I do agree with you that most spirits just want to be acknowledged. When I visit cemeteries, I walk around the entire grounds reading the inscriptions and just letting anything watching know that I respect those who were there first. It’s an odd habit I have.

      I actually think being “tuned in” is a genetic thing. I know my great-great grandmother was a witch. I figure it’s just some throwback gene floating around in me.

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  14. zkullis says:

    Catie, super stuff! Like a few people have mentioned above, I too am more sensitive than many to the outré.
    I absolutely LOVE creepy supernatural stuff. It always gives me chills. That has something to do with the fact that I love to write dark/scary stories.

    Can’t wait to read your stuff!

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    • Catie Rhodes says:

      I am so glad you enjoyed this! I never thought of myself as more sensitive to those on the other side of the veil, but maybe I am.

      LIke you, I love creepy and supernatural. I go out of my way to find it. And I love Urban Legends, too. Especially the paranormal ones.

      Thanks so much for taking the time to comment.

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  15. I’ve started reading the book, Catie. But I can only read one scary story at a time…my poor heart needs recovery time. LOL

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  17. Julie Glover says:

    You know I’m such a skeptic, but I want to spend a night in one of those haunted houses. I really have never experienced anything like this, and I want to see/hear/feel what it’s about. I’m not a naysayer exactly, but I do believe that many of these phenomena can be explained. I agree, however, that some cannot.

    Your story is marvelous, Catie! A self-described chicken went it comes to horror, I really liked it. It was a little icky, but mostly creepy and suspenseful and intriguing. I like that stuff…like Hitchcock movies that make my skin crawl and my scalp tingle. Indeed, HASTE is a scalp-tingler!

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