You may have noticed this place has been more than a little “dead” lately… for me, at least, there are a few really, really good reasons. I do have stories that I’m working on in an effort to produce some back-log… but, really, the main reason I haven’t been posting a lot is because I’m expecting my first minion. Unfortunately, things haven’t been going so well for me. My energy has waned and, most recently, I’ve been admitted to the hospital for complications per a condition called “pre-eclampsia.” (I call it “baby poisoning”). The short version is that my future offspring is slowly killing me and the doctors are letting him kill me so his chances of survival increase. It’s a strange balance of medicine and might… reversible only when the baby is born (plus some recovery time).
Naturally, I haven’t had much time to write… or do research for the blog. However, being forced to be in the hospital now… and probably for some 2-6 weeks longer (whenever the baby comes out) I might have time to go through some of the notes and research for stories I’ve already looked into writing about. Who knows… maybe I’ll actually build up a decent back log and get this place rolling again.
In the meantime, I appreciate all our faithful readers for being so patient. I write because I enjoy sharing the things I learn… and I love to share them with you all because I love telling stories.
Since I’ll have extra time on my hands… if there is anything we haven’t covered here at Witching Hour that you’ve heard about or something you’d like us to look into, don’t hesitate to comment!
Was he pushed? Was it murder? Was it coincidence that after his death his wife became one of the richest women in New York City? The mysterious death of Stephen Jumel has caused whispers and rumors through three centuries, but no one living really knows the truth. What is said about Stephen and his wife Eliza is sordid enough for a modern day soap opera…imagine what post-revolution society may have thought and said about them if even half the claims were true! Continue reading →
This month marks the beginning of the nationwide celebration of the 200th anniversary of the War of 1812 and the penning of what is now our National Anthem. Although the war began in June of 1812, celebrations began here in Louisiana this last week with Nola Navy Week. The celebration will continue through 2015, to coordinate with the ending of the War in 1815. To this end, I decided to write a few ghost stories set in Louisiana, but outside New Orleans and outside the typical well-known stories – like that of The Myrtles Plantation.
It is with much regret that I inform you that as of today, the Witching Hour will no longer be a site about paranormal stories and unexplained phenomena. I know that what goes on behind the scenes isn’t always made public, but it seems after a solid two year existence, we four girls are just burnt out on doing this. Life gets in the way of things more often than planned and it’s difficult for any of us to find enough time to do justice to the stories we offer you, which is what we believe you truly deserve as our long-suffering, faithful readers.
It’s quite ironic that the four of us also have another more secretive passion. I say secretive because we’re all grown women – three of us have even managed to surpass the 40 year hump – yet we all adore My Little Pony. Yes, I am outing us all, Ladies, and telling the world that we should be proud of our passions and not hide them. We’re also going to be changing our user names. I will become Rainbow Dash, Jadewik will become Pinkie Pie, scarygirl will become Applejack and Scooby Doo Fan will be Rarity.
Although we may not post as regularly as we do now, we hope that you will continue to follow us and join in on our discussions. And remember…. Friendship is Magic!
Although the building itself was built 44 years before the appearance of the famous Mother Road, fate would have it standing right on the very road which took travelers west to New Mexico and points beyond or east to Oklahoma and points beyond. Today, this little stretch of the infamous Highway 66 is called Sixth Street and it runs through part of Amarillo. Continue reading →