Guest Post: Author Susan KronickAuthor of Sarah, They're Coming for YouDuring summer vacation, some years ago, a friend and I drove from south Florida to Vermont. Heading north bound on I-95 we enjoyed companionable silence along with the pre-dawn open road. The tranquility of the pitch black starry sky, and deserted highway made for a most relaxing trip.About an hour due north of Palm Beach County, content riding shot-gun, I leisurely glanced out my passenger side window. I thoroughly enjoyed the peaceful ambiance, delighted at the sheer lack of traffic. Moving my purse from lap to the floor mat beside me, I bent slightly forward, tilting my head to the right maintaining a steady gaze of the countryside. I gently placed my bag beside my feet. Without warning, I jumped up in my seat, as far as the restraining seat belt allowed. My scream, indicating, shock and utter surprise broke the silence in the car. . Staring back at me, like a mirror image, his head tilted slightly in alignment with my position, was the face of an Amish man. As we locked eyes, he politely nodded at me with a slight smile. Although I have seen ghosts my entire life, the rational side of me assumed he must be driving in the lane next to us, until I realized there were no other vehicles on the road!“Do you see him?” I asked my friend, who shares my supernatural gift of seeing ghosts. “Not really, I have my eyes on the road,” she answered.“He looks like an Amish guy or maybe Quaker .Definitely not Quaker. He said he doesn’t want to be confused with the face on the oatmeal box.” I responded.Before I could mention to my companion his name was Vernon, he moved from outside my passenger window to the backseat of our car. Vernon was not a woeful earthbound spirit, but had successfully crossed over at the time of his death circa early 19th century. He was a guardian angel, intent on our safe arrival in Vermont. Vernon was a chatty fellow, stayed with us the entire trip to Vermont, accompanying us to the historic Norwich Inn.Vernon was a wonderful traveling companion, quite chatty unlike many ghosts. To this day, I fondly remember Vernon. He was so warm and friendly, I felt as if he were a live person rather than a two hundred year old ghost!--------------------------------Author BioSusan Kronick’s background is the perfect backdrop leading up to her latest paranormal novel, Sarah, They’re Coming for You. She has a Master of Science in Psychology from Nova Southeastern University and a Ph.D. in Paranormal Studies/Psychology from Union Institute and Graduate School, as well as being an adjunct psychology professor at Barry University and Palm Beach State College. A psychic and a medium, she has the gift of seeing the dead since she was a child. She also has taught parapsychology classes through the Palm Beach County School Board, as well as at Palm Beach State College. Susan has extensive experience in the area of investigations of haunting and the paranormal. She lives with her husband and her four spoiled rescue dogs in south Florida. You can visit her website at http://www.susankronick.webs.com/. “Like” her page at Facebook.
QUICK NOTE...Update: 10/10/19
Good news: We're back home! Bad news: It's like Apocalypse Heck Part III.
The one year Hurricane Michael anniversary is already here. Where did the time go...and yet it feels like forever. You don't realize how much you take for granted until it's all gone. I'm grateful my family/fur babies survived, and I know they are just "things", but sadly, in this life, those "things" help us get through every day. So yes, "happy" yet not. Every day is still a struggle...not just for my family, but so many others.
Thanks for stopping by and sharing my bookish adventures. It helps remind me I'm not alone in this crazy journey called life.