Surrounded By Noise

It can sometimes be a real challenge to be a writer and today it’s especially so.

The apartment next door is vacant and so the landlord is having it remodeled.

Add to that the next building to this one is being re-roofed.

So as I sit at the computer working on a story the carpenter is hammering and drilling on the other side of the wall behind me. At the same time about six roofing people are ripping chunks off of the top of the place next door and talking as loud as they possibly can.

If I can successfully write a coherent story while surrounded by all of this noise and confusion I’ll be surprised.

I have to admit though that so far the flow of words has continued quite smoothly.

Ghostly Wind

The wind is moaning as it blows through the patio.

I’m sitting at the computer located in the room next to that patio. It’s my favorite of the two spots where I do my writing. The curtains are drawn but just enough light filters through so I don’t have to turn on any lamps.

The dim, shadow-filled room coupled with the sound of the wind sharpens my sensitivity. My inner connection opens wide, ebbing and flowing, pulsing with the sound.

Today I hear ghosts. Low moaning ones. Sometimes only one or two. Other times, what seem to be great hordes of wailing spirits. Shrieking.

I break out in goosebumps from head to toe. I feel creeped-out. It’s a feeling I’ve had more than a few times.

Why? Oh yes, I remember why.

Ghosts have stories to offer. I know, for I have written them after previous encounters just like today.

I wonder. What will they bring me this time? Scary stuff, I’m sure. Hopefully not so scary that I awaken from nightmares and run screaming from the apartment.

The restless shades of the departed are all around.

One story I see has multiple souls caught in some kind of negative spiral or something. Other ones include graveyards, piers, and deep forests. All seem to have fog involved. It figures…fog is creepy. Oh, and a big train that appears in my back yard. I wonder how that works since I live in an apartment.

These are just preliminary thoughts and I’m already somewhat spooked.

Golly, that wind really sounds scary!

Galveston Roller Coaster

One of my first adventures in Galveston, but definitely not one of my favorites, involved a roller coaster called the Mountain Speedway. It was located behind the Buccaneer Hotel on Seawall Blvd.

We had gone to the beach in the afternoon and afterward had a seafood dinner at Hill’s Restaurant. By the time we finished eating the sun had set. My sister wanted to go to the amusement park just a few blocks down the street so we headed that way.

As we neared the Buccaneer we caught sight of the roller coaster with all of its dips and curves outlined with small lights. My sister, who was several years older than me, just had to ride it. My mother and dad talked it over and decided that we would all ride it.

Now I was still quite young and didn’t know what a roller coaster was. Rather than several cars hooked together the Mountain Speedway used single cars that held about six people. My sister wanted to be in the front seat, of course, so my dad rode with her. My mother and I sat in the second seat.

Nobody told me what was going to happen but as we began the tow up to the top I began getting nervous. My mother used the diversion of pointing out how pretty the neon sign at the top was. That worked until we got up there and the car was released.

We screamed down the first dip and I totally freaked. My mother had to hold her hand over my eyes while at the same time hold me tight because I was shaking like a leaf.

It was the longest and scariest couple of minutes in my life.

I never rode the Mountain Speedway again. In fact I was in my late 20s before I rode any roller coaster again…and I didn’t enjoy that time either.