HANK PHILLIPPI RYAN: Yesterday ,we thought we posed the question of questions. Steve Ulfelder said the world was divided into two camps; the dog people and the cat people. And we thought, well, that's true. Which side are you on?
But today our dear Laura Benedict (a long time friend of Reds and a fabulous writer and a constant delight) has a--possibly--more difficult question. When she talks about cat people--she may mean CAT PEOPLE.
So, Reds, read Laura's position on this--and the decide: which side are you on? And be very very careful how you choose. And a copy of Laura's wonderful new BLISS HOUSE to onw lucky commenter!
DON'T GO INTO THE BASEMENT
Here’s a secret about me: I write supernatural
fiction, but I’m no longer a frequent watcher of horror films. Sure, I occasionally
watch them (and I adore scary books), but I don’t find films so scary anymore.
I fear it’s one of the vagaries of being in the business—and rare is the ghost
story that’s told on film in a new, exciting way.
But you know what does scare me, disturbing me so
much that I can’t watch anytime after dark? Any tv docudrama about ghosts or
people being haunted: Paranormal Witness, When Ghosts Attack, A Haunting. Unlike
Ghost Hunters (which I used to watch religiously, until Grant left—long story),
these shows aren’t about proving or disproving the presence of ghosts. These shows
dramatize the stories of people who have directly experienced being haunted.
You’ll notice that I didn’t say “ostensibly” or “purportedly.” I totally (okay,
mostly want to) believe these people.
And not only do I believe them, but I can’t stop
watching!
One reason I believe: In fiction, hauntings
hardly ever happen in ranch houses. Or trailers. But on these shows, hauntings
happen in bars, restaurants, town halls, retirement homes. Who would think to
make up a haunting in a ranch house or a house trailer? (Usually the ranch
houses turn out to be haunted by a teenage suicide from down the street, or an
insignificant historical figure named Pauline.)
Here’s how the shows work: They hire actors to
do dramatizations of the stories, and the people originally involved are shot
in a studio, talking about the events. Some stories are decades old, others
only two or three years.
That’s the other reason I find these shows believable.
I watch the victims’ faces: they are utterly and completely sincere. Sure, they’ve
probably told their stories a thousand times so that even false details might
become like real memories. But I find it hard to believe they’re faking a
lingering fear. And many of these people are still very afraid.
Most of the stories go this way: Single mom
finds the PERFECT run-down, historic house (complete with Silence of the Lambs
basement) to rehab. She moves in with her young daughter and begins to tear
down walls with sledgehammer. Daughter strikes up a friendship with invisible
friend named “Cornelia.” Spends a lot of time whispering in her room with Cornelia.
Rooms trash themselves when no one is home. Houseguests can’t sleep in the
basement guestroom because of miasma of creepiness. Daughter starts drawing
pictures of Cornelia—who happens to have long teeth and empty eye holes. The
cat hisses at things that aren’t there.
Mom—who can’t afford to move out—calls in a
medium. Or a priest. Or a friend who is “very spiritual.” The house gets
blessed by someone reading random words from the Christian bible. The medium
tells her a “very evil man” lived there. Mom does research and finds out the
house used to be…a mental institution built on a Native American burial ground!
(At which point I would sue my title company.)
Then end of the story usually goes one of three
ways: 1) Mom never finishes the rehab, but the daughter moves in with a
boyfriend just as soon as she’s old enough to have one. 2) Mom sells the house
to people who never have a problem with ghosts.
3) Rarely, the blessing will work and all ends well and Mom opens a
B&B.
I watch these shows with my grown daughter, whom
I raised on frightening fare. One of our favorite games is to compare the actors
to the original people. Sometimes the comparison isn’t flattering—either way. And
it’s always fun to note when real spouses or significant others from the
original events are significantly absent from the show. Boyfriends come and go,
wives are divorced. We always wonder if they no longer believe in what
happened, or they weren’t offered enough money, or the relationships ended
badly. We also ask ourselves questions like, “Why didn’t they talk to the
neighbors the first time the walls cried blood?”
Recently we got rid of satellite tv (too
expensive, poor service), and I swear that these shows are the only thing I
miss. Weather Channel? Internet. Local news? HD antenna (as long as it isn’t
raining or there are no sunspots or whatever). Game of Thrones? I refused to
pay for premium channels, anyway. Netflix carries a season or two of Paranormal
Witness, and I can pay eleven or twelve bucks to Hulu to get a season of A
Haunting. In fact, I could buy every single episode for less than a month’s
satellite bill.
But there was nothing like having my girl come
home for the weekend and settling onto the couch with her to watch four DVR’d
episodes in a row of people running screaming through their half-demolished
houses or perfect antique-stuffed living rooms yelling, “Mom! Mom! There’s
something in the basement!” (We do not, by the way, have any sort of basement
at our house. On purpose.)
Do I sound crazy to you? Perhaps I’m just one of
those suckers who was born in one
particular, supernatural-leaning minute. It’s just too fun not to believe, at
least a little.
What about you? Do you have a ghost story that we
should all believe?
Laura Benedict’s latest dark suspense novel is BLISS HOUSE (Pegasus Crime), praised as “Eerie, seductive, and suspenseful,” by Edgar award-winning author, Meg Gardiner. Laura is also the author of DEVIL’S OVEN, a modern Frankenstein tale, and CALLING MR. LONELY HEARTS and ISABELLA MOON, both originally published by Ballantine Books. Her work has appeared in Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, PANK, and numerous anthologies like Thrillers: 100 Must-Reads (Oceanview), and Slices of Flesh (Dark Moon Books).
A Cincinnati, Ohio native, Laura grew up in Louisville, Kentucky, and claims both as hometowns. She currently lives with her family in the southern wilds of a Midwestern state, surrounded by bobcats, coyotes, and other less picturesque predators.
Tomorrow on Jungle Red: What makes good YA?
And the winner of TRUTH BE TOLD is Bev Fontaine
The winner of TERMINAL CITY is Plum Gaga
The winner of SMALL PLATES is Brenda Buchanan
The winner of WOLVERINE BROTHERS is Lynn in Texas
Contact Hank via her website to claim your prize!
