Somewhere around ten years of age, I started fantasizing that perhaps as the house settled down for the night, it was trying to tell me stories––stories of what it had seen and heard over the years. Not to mention the strange shuffling sounds in the hallway that I just knew were ghosts coming to get me. My fears of that gloomy old house grew as I did, and at night after going to bed I would pull the covers over my head so I could drown out the house’s creaks and groans, and whistle and moans of wind through the walls. Only one of the bedrooms and the bathroom had electric light so candlesticks had to be used for the other five rooms. As a young child I lived in a two-storied old house that had a kitchen and a living room downstairs, and six bedrooms and one bathroom upstairs. So, let me tell you a little bit about myself, and how writing creepy, mystery stories for children began. I had to put BIC (butt in chair) and get on with it. By then, ideas would come flowing in at jet speed, right? Wrong. Then it came to me! I would write the article tomorrow when my mind would be in a much more creative space. Undaunted, I went for a walk, played some music, nibbled on some cashews, and stared out the window. Then I went blank, and for a writer, that’s a really, really nasty feeling. I felt so excited when Debra asked me to write an article for her blog. Writing Creepy Mysteries for Children – Anne McGee’s Backstory by Anne McGee
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