Season of Shadows Blog

Similar to last year, my blogging frequency has been slowing down, over the summer, for this site. I just wanted to let everyone know I’m devoting more of my time to blogging at my new site as well as building a cemetary full of zombies for Halloween. I still plan on posting blogs here at Seasons, but they are going to be far less frequent until after October 31st. The closer we draw to the big night; I’ll also be reviewing some of my favorite Halloween sites on the web.

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As always, I appreciate everyone’s patience with my slow addition of summer time content, here in the blog, so I can gain momentum on my ghoulish, Halloween prop building activities.

Today’s spooky experience once again comes from my uncle’s bag of tales. His various outdoor excursions, over the years, have taken him to the stomping grounds of ghosts and other forms of paranormal activity. The following encounter may not be entirely ghostly in origin, but it appears to have a connection to something ethereal. I’ll let you be judge.

“Many years ago I spent a lot of time hunting for coins at a popular recreational destination- Jackson Lake, just outside Farmington, New Mexico. While locals, flocking to the location, provided a steady flow of dimes, nickels and quarters for metal detector enthusiasts, the lake was always easier to search when attendance was down. The last thing I needed was a bunch of kids and the occasional old man pestering me about how much money I had uncovered.

So, I waited until summer dwindled down, picked an off-season Sunday morning, packed up my detector and cruised down to Jackson. The early morning air, whipping through my half cracked driver’s side window, was crisp and clean. Last night’s rainfall washed away any remnants of the usual Saturday night parties held at the lake. As I pulled into the parking area, I was pleasantly greeted by empty spaces everywhere, not a single vehicle sat in the flooded out lot.
(Read the rest of The Strange Figure at Jackson Lake…)