Three of my titles still in print—selling well in Bookshops and Amazon.com. If you can get to Ventura I will sign them.
There is nothing like Gravestone art! It is a lost art in many ways. cemeteries are great for ghost hunting and they need to be preserved. If your community doesn’t gave a group to save theses sacred places—start one. Cemeteries are windowns into the past.
Very true! Once you face off with the paranormal—it changes you—I believe for the better. Once you confront ghosts—what is there to fear?
A short-short story I wrote— Tell me what you think of it and where I could send it for further publication. Richard Senate
The Iron Coffin a short horror story
By Richard Senate
Bob sounded excited on the phone, and if you know Bob he’s the sort of guy that never gets excited. I dropped my plans for that Saturday and went over to his house, not that it was far away, little less than a mile in the same housing tract where I live.
He met me in front of the garage, next to his four wheel drive jeep. It was dirty and I had a feeling he had been out in the back country.
“What’s got you all excited?” I asked as I got out of the car. “What is so important that you couldn’t tell me over the phone.”
“You got to see it, man, I can’t describe it.” He turned and opened the garage door. I didn’t know what to expect, maybe a Bigfoot cast in plaster or a piece of a flying saucer—Bob’s interests were many and varied. I followed into the dim space, as he danced around in his excitement.
“I haven’t shown it to anyone –not even June or the kids.” he exclaimed. He gestured to a rust covered object on the floor of the garage. At first I thought it was a log or something but as I drew near I could see it was inordinately unique.
“I found it hiking back in a canyon, over by the National Forest.” he explained. “There were no houses around, it was just there under a big oak tree.”
It was rusty, made of cast iron, It was vaguely humanoid in shape, a bit like an Egyptian mummy case. There were designs cast into it, flowers, cherubs, and a cross over the chest. There seemed to be words cast into the thing but they were so rust covered I could not read them. Besides they seemed in a different language, clearly not English. I touched it and moved the dirt and flaking rust in an attempt to read the message on the thing.
“Its Latin,” Bob told me, “I can’t make out the whole thing but I recognized a few words like Deos, that means God. I remembered a bit from my Catholic School days.”
“What the heck is it?” I asked.
“Its a coffin!” he said, “An iron coffin.”
“Was there any grave yards around –where you found it?”
“Nope,” Bob answered. “I looked around too. Just the ruin of a burned house with just a brick fireplace standing.”
I looked over the strange thing, It looked very 19th Century. I saw that the thing was cast in two parts and bolted together with seven rusted bolts.
“Want to open it?” Bob said with a familiar gleam in his eye.
“I don’t know. The way its rusted you might not be able to get those bolts off. Besides, maybe an expert at the museum should do that. There might be bones inside of the thing.”
“You know, along time ago they buried people with jewelry on them, rings and stuff.”
“You might get it open and find it empty,” I replied scratching my head. I had to admit that I was a bit curious to get a peek at that was in the thing.
“Come on!” Bob insisted, “Lets give it a try. I have some WD-40, that might loosen up these bolts.”
I was silent and he took that an approval. He went to the work bench and procured a wrench and the WD-40. He applied the stuff to one of the large bolts and then set the wrench in place and tried to budge the nut. He couldn’t get it to move—even when I helped him.
“Its too rusted,” I told him. “I think your going to have to cut those bolts off with a hacksaw.”
“No, no,” he insisted as he labored at the wrench. “It just takes some time to let the WD-40 to work, that’s all.”
“I still think you ought to drive it over to the county museum and let them have a try at it.”
“I found it.” he said, as if that was enough to silence all argument.
“Well,” I told him. “You have fun trying to crack this nut—I have a game on TV I want to watch.”
“I think its starting to move.”
“Have fun with your coffin,” I told him as I walked out and got in my car. I checked the time on the dashboard, I could get home in time for the kick off. I would call him after the game and see if he got the one bolt free.
The game was an exciting championship and I lost all interest in Bob and his Iron Casket. Betty and the girls came home and we had dinner and saw a movie then we went to bed. It was at two am when the phone rang. My wife answered it.
“June,” she said, then. “Oh my God! What happened?” I was wake now.
She covered the mouthpiece and whispered to me: “Bob’s dead!”
Now I was fully awake.
“What happened?” I asked.
“She came home late with the kids, she couldn’t find Bob. She found him in the garage, dead on the floor with a look of horror on his face. Their was an Iron Casket, open, with nothing in it.”
He had managed to open the thing after all.
A few of my titles. Contact Phantom Bookshop for a listing and to purchase these books and more—Phantom Bookshop on the net the home of wonderful and rare copies! Phantom@phantoms.com
Ghost Hunt—-Friday the 13th, December. A few thrills and Chills before Christmas and Obamacare kicks in! Bring Ghost Hunting Tools and a stout heart.
Has anyone gotten results with this app? I have been having good luck with it in the last few ghost hunts? Its free to download and I have found it a useful tool. Richard Senate
Is there a ghost woman coming down those stars? Taken at the Olivas Adobe, in Ventura, CA . Many have seen a ghost lady in the house.