Wicked After Dark Blog Hop

Halloween is coming upon us a time of ghouls, goblins, ghost, vampires, zombies and other creatures of the night. 

Today I’d like to discuss the belief or disbelief in ghost.  Polls show that one in five people believe ghosts are real.

 Let me ask you have you ever felt that sudden chill in the air that travels up your spine causing the hairs on the nap of your neck to stand on end?  Thought that you seen someone out of the corner of your eye only to turn and find that your all alone? 

I’m a firm believer in ghost; as a young girl I swore that I saw a ghost when I stayed all night at my cousin’s house.  It may have only been a over active imagination but many years later when I was a teenage my friend and I walked by that same house on our way to her house only no one lived in the house anymore nor had there been for years.  When we came out of my friend’s house to walk back to mine all the lights where on in the house; we ran to get my friends brother and made him check the house all the doors and windows where still locked and the house was completely empty.   Later that same night we kept looking out the window at the house and still the lights stayed on.  Then just after Midnight all the lights went off all at once.  The house was eventually demolished; but that feeling never left me.  Making me often wonder if ghost really do exist then why are they still lingering in our world?  

One of the most popular beliefs is that the person experienced a tragedy at the time of death and that their spirit simply cannot move on. 

I explore this belief in my novel Bound by Blood:  A Collection of Short Stories of vampire, ghost and other creatures of the night. 

In the short story Shattered Vows Wynter DeBrassie was a jilted bride who took her own life and is now forever doomed to haunt the walls of the manor searching for the one who wronged her bent on revenge.  

Sneak Peek into Bound by Blood Short Story Shattered Vows:

February 14, 1986

Huddling in the corner of the room, his body shivering with fear as well as the bitter cold, Reynard’s eyes darted form one corner of the room to another.  Although there was no sign of her, he knew she was there.

He kept telling himself that he wasn’t crazy, that he really had seen her.  He felt like the hunted, being tracked down by a beast that thirsted for his blood.  She was a demon, out to destroy him.  He had seen that look in her eyes, how they burned with the fires of hell.

From across the room something crashed and splintered into pieces.  He strained to see what it was, but he saw nothing.  Common sense told him he must escape from this house before she destroyed him.

He had grown thin and haggard form loss of sleep and a waning of appetite.  Every time he closed his eyes, hers would appear and he would sit up screaming.

On several occasions he had awakened and found himself standing outside in the cold.  One night there was a thick fog that rose up from the ground, making it impossible for him to see a step ahead for fearing of falling down the sides of the cliff.  She came to him, her arms outstretched and eyes of burning coals.  She appeared to be floating on thin air.

“Reynard, my love.  Follow me and I will guide you to safety.”

Her image seemed to be floating in the air.  Reluctantly he followed her.  He kept losing sight of her as the fog thickened around him.  He speeded up his pace.  Sometime later he fell behind.  He looked about him, searching for this ghostly figure that was lulling him – hopefully, towards home.  It felt like he’d been walking for hours, in endless circles.  Trying desperately to catch up with this vision, he tripped and fell to the ground.  He quickly got up and took a step back.  Suddenly the ground was no longer beneath him.  He grappled with the air, managing by the mercy of God to grab hold of the edge of the cliff. 

Angel of Death (Vampire Book 1)

The task at hand? Save the elder vampires from the plague of "the endless sleep." As a hired assassin, Mika Shadow knows not to let emotions get in the way. Given her skills and gifts, she's known as the Chosen One amongst her people. During her mission to steal the formula for anti-aging, and the elixir of life for the vampires, Mika finds herself facing the kidnappers who shattered her world as a young girl and abducted her from her mother. Her past comes roaring back to life! As she is dealing with those demons, Mika also finds herself falling for her target. She only has four strict rules for selecting a mission or dismissing it. The fourth and final one - No emotions allowed - falls flat the minute she meets Domonic.

Shadows of my Past  (Vampire Book 2) 


Visions of death, sorrow, and anguish are common for Desi while working with the St. Louisville Police Department as a consultant in tracking down kidnappers and murders. However, a single touch from Barcuilai and her visions were of another time and place. Why then was the man in her visions standing right in front of her in the present? Desi wasn't sure how to handle these visions of sorrow that she saw when she touched Barcuilai. They troubled her in a way that made her feel as if her very soul was being torn apart. She wanted to flee; just as much as she wanted to erase the pain from his golden eyes. Together Barcuilai and Desi could not deny the connection they felt for one another. Will Barcuilai find love once more only to lose it again when Desi becomes the target of the very serial killers she's helping the police track down or will Desi just become another shadow of his past?

 Dream Dragon the Dark Side of Poetry

 Dream Dragon the Dark Side of Poetry: Dream Dragon is a metaphor I use for depression, it’s whenever you seem like life is a dream and things aren’t really happening to you but instead happening to someone else only you never wake up; then you realize it’s real.

                                                         Sample Poem from Dream Dragon 

                                                               The Hour of Midnight

                                                               By Leigh Savage 

The clock strikes midnight

and all was calm

In the blackness of the night

While children slept

and dreams where dreamt

Other’s come alive...

People here and there roam about

But beware...at midnight

From out of the darkness

They will come

The creatures of the night

They cannot be seen

Until you are seized

Within their deathly grip

The bite will be placed

Upon your neck

Your blood will flow

From you to it

You may steal a glance

Into the creatures eyes

but you will be hypnotized

As well as paralyzed

A flash of jagged teeth

Which pierced your skin

May cross your view suddenly

Then your vision fades.

but death won’t come.

For when you awake

You’re all alone.

The taste of blood is on your lips.

A new gawking hunger burns within.

A new found knowledge will approach

Now you know that you-

A creature of the night-

Will lay and wait

For the Hour of midnight.

Other Novels by Leigh Savage

Angel of Death (Vampire Book 1)

Shadows of my Past (Vampire Book 2)

Dream Dragon The Dark Side of Poetry 

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