by Karen Frazier, Managing Editor
Paranormal Underground Magazine
Cover photo by Jayme Coates
Just two days ago, Ghost Knight Media released my latest book Avalanche of Spirits: The Ghosts of Wellington. Up until the very moment the book was released, I was really excited. Here was this creation that I brought to life. It was about a subject for which I have an amazing passion and about a place that I love dearly. I could barely contain myself through a short publishing delay. When I finally got a copy of the book in my hand, I was ecstatic.
And then someone told me she’d ordered a copy.
I broke out in a flop sweat. What if people hated it? Worse yet, what if nobody ordered it because nobody cared? What if, after all of the energy that I poured into this small work of creation, only my husband and my parents read the book? What if they didn’t read it either? What if, for all of my passion and enthusiasm, I am a tree falling in the woods with no one around? Do I still make a sound?
While I was writing the book, I was driven by the fact that this was a story that deserved to be told. Not just the avalanche – that story has been told many times by a few different authors – but the story of the town and the ghosts that are still there. I promised those ghosts I would share their story with the world. I love those ghosts, and I have a promise to keep. I care that their story gets out to the world as much for them as I do for myself.
I never expected to fall in love with ghosts. After all, ghosts are scary with all of their invisible hocus pocus, right? Not so much. I feel these ghosts. I have seen them and heard them. I have felt their invisible ghost hearts. I feel them calling to me to return to visit them time and time again. I feel them when they come to visit me.
I am a woman who has a relationship with a group of ghosts, and it is as deep and profound as any relationship I have with living people. A year ago, if I’d met me and heard me say something like that, I’d have thought I was nuts. Wellington and its ghosts has changed all that for me.
It is my love for Wellington and the ghosts there that inspired my act of creation. Writing a book was the very least I could do in sharing them with the world so that others would know that they were there. Whether anyone reads the book or not, regardless of whether anyone likes what I wrote, I did what I set out to do. I told their story. Now I have to trust that those people who are open to the story of the ghosts of Wellington will be drawn to it so that they, too, can experience the love and awe that I hold for such an amazing place.