It’s Saturday, and my home is filled with college students, five to be exact, three of whom will be staying until Tuesday. That said, fellow snippeteers, I am running necessarily behind, but I promise to catch up during the next day or two.
Welcome to my 115th #Rainbowsnippets. This one, as always, is uniquely mine, but there are lots of other great snippets to read so after you finish here click the FB link at the bottom of the post to discover other great LGBTQIA authors and their works.
Are my stories in Haints and Hollers queer? Well, they’re recounts of my own experiences and I’m queer so… yep. They most certainly are but you have to look closely to see it.
Blurb: Thirteen tales plus one, an uprooting of tradition with another just for fun. A strong mix of history, speculation, and, perhaps, a wee bit of fear. The haints in these hills are listenin’, child, so come sit a spell. You’ll hear tales you ain’t before; dark yahoos, wishes gone wrong, veil walkers, and someone’s head might well roll. Ain’t nothin’ really, just a few new stories you can take back to the holler and share with you and yours. Maybe they’ll shiver. Maybe you will too. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll hug someone tight when things get scary enough.
This is an anthology of nontraditional Appalachian ghost tales. It’s not that we don’t like the classics. Rather, we’re ready for something new.
Today, I’m sharing from the longest of my three contributions to the anthology, “Great Uncle’s Rocker.” This snippet is from early in the story.
I went to the house during the week before the move to drop off some framed art we didn’t want broken during the transition. Once the art was safely tucked into the living room closet, I walked the house, upstairs and down, pleased by my stroke of luck. It was a very nice home. And the monthly rent, especially with the utilities included, was an excellent deal. It might not be exactly what we’d wanted, but in a place where the pickings were slim, this was a fine option indeed. “Nice house.” I smiled when my voice echoed across the lower floor then turned toward the kitchen, ready to begin this new chapter in my family’s life.
I shut off the kitchen light then walked to the living room to stand in the front doorway, taking a final look. The living room light turned off before I touched the switch. It shut off on its own accord. “Well now.” I examined the switch cover to discover it was a unique combination of light and remote for the room’s ceiling fan. It was also removable. That was the problem, I was certain. Bad batteries or a loose connection. I flipped the switch then left, thinking no more about it.
Yeah, in hindsight I should’ve thought a whole lot more about it, but therein lies the story or, rather, recount. Yes, just like with the other two tales I shared from this anthology, this is actually nonfiction. I was a part of this happening. Think what you will. I know the truth.
Next week, I’ll share one final snippet from “Great Uncle’s Rocker.”
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