The Ghost Writer







Hello, my name is Julie Lancaster-Whann and I’m so happy you are here with me on my Halloween Ghost Writer blog.

I take ghost writing quite serious and I expect you to as well.


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Me above, reaching for my Great-Grandmother, Honnie’s, photo.  This was her typewriter after all.


Halloween to us starts on October 1, and ends November 1st.

It’s not just 1 day a year here!


This blog will be about anything Halloween that I wish to write about and share with you.  I’m hoping to fill it with lots of fun ideas.  Halloween to me is our only holiday that is just plain FUN!  I’ve always loved Halloween, Halloween Parties,  Halloween Costumes, Halloween Themes, and of course, Halloween Candy.


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We have many Halloween blogs on this website for you to check out and perhaps even get some ideas.



Monk as Captain Jack Sparrow

We also get our dogs involved in Halloween as well.  They may not like some of the costumes we have put on them through the years, but they do love the attention we give them while wearing them.

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Monk and Sugar Whann


Julie’s Ghost Story

(Grab a cup or coffee or tea and some scones.  I’d like you to stay awhile.)


I wanted to start out this blog post with my very own ghost story. 

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Happy Halloween Everyone!


I Don’t See Dead People  (Well, actually…….)

You know, I can’t be a “Ghost Writer” without actually having a “Ghost Story”, now would I?

This particular ghost story is mine, and it is true, whether you believe it or not is not my problem. 

I hope you enjoy!


I Don’t See Dead People (Well Actualy…….)

You know, the funny thing is that I was going to write all of you to assure you that I’m not one of those” psychic” people that have ever seen a dead person, but then it dawned on me, OH, YES I HAVE! 

How could I forget, right?  Well I did forget! 

When you have seen some freaky things for the past 55 years then you forget about some of them.  I have noticed that when I watch a movie and someone see’s something scary they tend to run out of the house screaming, whereas when I see something “odd”, I just continue reading my book.  I started to say the word, “scary” where I posted the word, “odd”.  But to me it isn’t scary.  I’ve never been afraid of these things.  They are just part of life for me.  What I consider to be “normal” you may see as “terrifying”.  I will get to all of that soon, but if some “ghost” dared to try and scare me they would fail miserably.  It takes a hell of a lot to scare me.  Besides, I know that no “ghost” would dare try and scare me because they know I am comfortable around them.  I don’t fear them.  I adore them!

PEOPLE, are who I fear the most!

When we bought our house……………..

We bought our house in 2006 from a widow that had just lost her husband.  When we moved in we were told by some neighbors that James had a heart attack and died at the hospital, so Carol decided to sell the house and move closer to her children.  That is all that we knew. 

When we moved in to this house I immediately started to notice some strange things.  But for me, strange things are normal, so I tend to just dismiss them.  But Gordon and Brodie started noticing some strange things as well. 

I immediately starting seeing strange things in the house.  For example, when I would brush my teeth in our bathroom, I would see something very blurry up near the ceiling.  Kind of like when you are driving down the road in the hot summer and you see some steam rising from the hot asphalt?  Or kind of like a mirage?  We have a very large bathroom.  High, Florida ceilings, we have a toilet room, and a very large tub and double sink vanity.  It’s a big bathroom.  But when I would see something strange, I would just continue doing whatever it was I was doing. 

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I cannot tell you how many times that I would be up on the ladder with my hammer and nails, only to put the hammer down, then turn around, only to turn back and notice that it had disappeared!

It happened a lot while I was alone.  What happened to my hammer?  I just put it down!  Where did it go?  I would then just go and get another one out of the garage and start again.  I never said anything to Gordon, or Veronica, or Brodie, about any of this because to me it was no big deal.  It did happen quite frequently though.

Finally, one Saturday afternoon Gordon was in our bedroom hanging photos on the wall when he yelled to me, “Come on, bring it back!  Come on Julie, bring it back!”  I was in the kitchen at the time and I came into our bedroom and I asked what he wanted?  He told me to give it back!  I asked what I needed to give back?  He told me, the hammer that I had taken.  I told him that I was in the kitchen the whole time and that I didn’t have any hammer.  I then realized that he was experiencing what I had been experiencing.  He was missing things too!  How exciting that it wasn’t just ME it was happening to!  Oh, this is great, I thought!  I then shared with him what I had been going through ever since we moved in.

It was nice not to be the only one strange things happened to!  (For a change.)

We decided to keep this to ourselves and not tell Veronica and Brodie.  But Brodie was noticing strange things on his own.  And not just him, but his friend Justin.  One day Justin asked if we had found a Star Wars CD?  He then went on to tell us that it was so strange, he placed the CD on the table and then when he turned around to get it, it was gone!  That’s when I realized that we had better tell Brodie what was going on as we’re all experiencing things that were missing. 

The missing items would always show up two weeks later, in the same spot that they went missing!

I was also seeing strange things in our living room.  I would see a man sitting on a chair staring straight ahead, as if watching the t.v..  I would also see a cat enter the room, only to not actually be there at all!  I did see the cat more than I saw the man, if that means anything.

I didn’t see the cat in the same way that an actual cat would look like entering any room.  It was a shadow of a cat with it’s tail high in the air.  I could very clearly tell that it was a cat though.  It never lasted very long, just a few seconds and then it would disappear. 

I am just assuming that the “man ghost” that I was seeing was James.  I didn’t know what he looked like, I still don’t. All I saw was the outline in shadow of a man sitting in our chair.  But he wasn’t all dark, I could see some facial features.  I can tell you that he was medium height and weight, and he was sitting in my yellow wing back chair that belonged to my grandparents.

We started asking our neighbors about the L. family.  What were they like? 

I was told that James L. was a practical joker.  Ah, I thought, that would explain all the missing items.  We also learned that his wife Carol did keep his ashes here in the house.  Well, that might explain why he was still here.  Maybe he didn’t know that she had gone?  Or where she had gone? 

YA -HOO!!!  We have ourselves a ghost!!  I was so happy!!!  My very own ghost!!  How cool is that??


One evening Gordon and I were in our bedroom talking.  I was sitting on a comfy chair and Gordon was lounging on our bed.  All of a sudden I saw this white thing fly all around the room.  The entire time I was talking to Gordon I was following the thing with my eyes as it darted here and there all around the room.  I then saw it swoop into our bathroom, hover over the bathtub a few seconds and then drop very fast into the tub.  All of a sudden Gordon exclaimed to me, “YOU SAW THAT!!!  I SAW YOU!!  I WATCHED YOUR EYES!!  YOU SAW THAT!!

I told him that “Of course I saw that!  I’ve been seeing things like that ever since we moved in here.  I think it’s our ghost.  I think it’s James L.”

I had always wanted to live in a haunted house and my wish came true!!  I was very excited!

I may have been exhilarated to have a ghost in the house, but our son Brodie wasn’t.  Gordon didn’t really care however, and Veronica was rarely here to even notice a ghost at that time.  She was busy with school, work, and friends/boyfriend.  But Brodie was still young and in high school. 

He and I talked about our ghost.  He and I even looked online to see if we had a ‘haunted house’.  We came across a website that informed you that you had a haunted house if any of these things had happened to you…..

We read the information.  And while I was thrilled that we had a ghost!  Brodie was busy reading about ‘how to rid your home of a ghost.’  I read that part too, but I wasn’t interested in getting rid of him.  The article stated that in order to get rid of a ghost just be polite and ask the ghost to leave.  Tell the ghost sternly that it needs to go somewhere else as it isn’t wanted here.  I had no idea that Brodie hated having a ghost in our house.  It wasn’t until about a month later that I asked Brodie one day if he had seen anything strange because I hadn’t in about 3-4 weeks and I was wondering what was going on with James?  It was at that point that Brodie told me that he had asked him to leave. 

I then said, “You did WHAT??”

He then repeated to me that he had asked our ghost to leave.  I was so mad at Brodie for doing that!  I loved having a ghost in our house.  I missed James.  But he never came back.  Neither one of us have experienced anything the least bit odd in years.  Not in our home, anyway.

 But yes, for one day I did see a dead man sitting in our chair back in 2006.  I think it was James L.  I saw that stupid ghostly cat more than I did him! 

Hope you enjoyed our Whann Family Ghost Story,

Scare ya later!




Trish Dropped in to say Goodbye,

She Stayed 5 Days

Trish Wolfenden, in Paris

A Goodbye Ghost Story

On January 30th. 2017 my good friend Trish Wolfenden passed away.  She would have been 76 on her February birthday.  She lived in New Zealand.  I had known Trish for a few decades.  I was a Girl Scout leader in Hawaii when she was a Girl Guides leader in New Zealand.  She had written to the Hawaii Girl Scout Hale (House) asking for a troop in Hawaii to become pen pals with her guides.  I saw the ad and quickly responded.  After a few years of us writing each other I asked her how many Girl Scout troops replied to her ad?  She told me that I was the only one.  Our girl’s may have stopped writing each other but Trish and I continued to, for years.  We became friends, and then good friends.  She and her husband Bob came to visit us when we lived in Ft. Meade, Maryland, and when we were living in Tampa on MacDill Air Force Base.  Trish told me it was on her bucket list to visit us here at our house in central Florida and to spend Christmas with us.  An American Christmas, as she called it.  I really did figure that it would happen eventually, but that never came to pass.  In November 2016 she was diagnosed with colon cancer.  She was told she would have between 2 months and 2 years to live.  She died 2 months later. 

I was very sad to lose her.  I love her very much.  Her, and her husband Bob.  They were both very good friends of ours.  But this ghost story begins about a week and a half after Trish died.  I had taken a bad fall over the dog gate and had a severe sprain to my left knee.  I could barely walk, I was on crutches for about 2 weeks, and I was laid up on the couch for over a month.   I had moved my computer and other electronics to the coffee table.  That is where I stationed myself for a good two months, actually.  I did get quite a bit of website work done during that time.  So, that was good.

The Wolfenden’s, L-R, Trish, Leilani, Bob, and Carl

But it was about a week or so after Trish died that I started to notice some strange things around the house.  One day, before I showered, I had laid out my clothing on my bed.  Then I went in to shower but when I came out of the shower and approached my bed, I noticed that my clothing and underwear were on the floor.  I can remember thinking how strange that was?  I’m a very thoughtful person.  I don’t just go through life willy-nilly, and absentmindedly doing things.  I’m always aware with whatever I am doing.  If I place my clothing onto the bed I take into account that my bedspread is of a silky material and that I need to place my clothing a bit further onto the bedspread so that nothing does slip off.  So, image my surprise to find my clothing on the floor?  I ended up chalking it up to my absentmindedness and went on with my day.  I believe that was a Friday.  Anyway, the following evening, that would be a Saturday, Gordon and I were in our living room talking when we suddenly heard a noise in our bedroom.  I went in to investigate and I saw that our curtains had fallen down.  I came back into the living room and told Gordon.  He gave me this strange look of disbelief.  I asked him what was wrong?  He then got up and went into our bedroom to see the curtains lying on the floor.  He still looked at me very strangely and I asked again what was so wrong?  So, what if our curtains fell?  He then informed me that in order for our curtains to fall they would have to be lifted UP OFF of the HOOKS!  They can’t just fall down, Julie!  They were lifted UP off of their hooks!  I asked him how that can happen?  He told me that he didn’t know?  Especially when BOTH SIDES were lifted off their hooks!

Trish and her daughter, Leilani

Well, we did consider that strange but life does go on, and so did we.  Until Monday afternoon……..

It was Monday afternoon around 3:00 p.m. when I went into the kitchen and got a banana.  I always eat a banana around 3:00 p.m. every day.  Bananas are a natural muscle relaxer and I do suffer from cramps in my feet and legs.  So, I always make sure I eat a banana every day to combat that.  Well, I realized that I had to go to the bathroom so I placed the banana on the coffee table on top of my notebook, which was about 8 inches from the edge of the table.  When I came back into the living room to eat my banana, I noticed that it was on the floor.  What?  How did that happen?  A banana doesn’t just roll off a table!  I then started to put together all the mysterious things that have happened over the last few days and I realized that we had a ghost!  My first thoughts were that James L. was back!  I was thrilled that we had a ghost again, but angry that he was apparently in my bedroom and up to his old tricks again.  So, I yelled at him!  It went something like this………….. ’Alright!  That is it!  I see that you are back!  That’s fine, and you are welcome to stay here and be part of this family but you will stay out of our bedrooms and bathrooms!  Got it?  Understand?  You will also respect us and not play tricks on us any longer!  Do you understand??

I was pretty hard on our “ghost.”  But as the day progressed I picked up this great sadness as if I had disappointed Trish.  I kept thinking to myself, how did I disappoint Trish?  She died.  Why am I feeling this way?  That’s when it dawned on me that our ghost was HER!  It was Trish!  She had come to say goodbye and to get my attention.  I suddenly felt very badly.  It was a few weeks later that we talked to Bob on Skype and told him the story.  The second he heard about the curtains he said, “It was her!” 

Had I known it was Trish I would have talked to her and told her how much I miss her, and how much I love her.  But instead I mistook her for James L. and yelled at her thinking it was him. 

I haven’t felt her anymore since then.  She hasn’t been back.  I’m sure that if possible she is watching out over her granddaughter’s in Ireland, and her children in Ireland and Australia.  And of course, Bob, in New Zealand. 

Trish wanted to be buried in the Maori tradition.  And she wanted to be buried next to her grandfather.  Her grandfather had rescued her from the orphanage her mother placed her in.  Bob had Trish cremated and he was going to have her urn buried at the head of her grandfather’s tombstone. 

Trish and I had so much in common.  I myself want to be cremated and I would love it if Gordon or Veronica and Brodie would spread my ashes on top of my grandparents graves but unfortunately my step-father is buried nearby.  So, I think I would like for Gordon/Veronica and Brodie to spread my ashes at the beach in Indian Shores.  My second favorite place in the world.

Realizing that Trish came and said goodbye to us, makes me think that I can visit people when I’m gone.  I have always believed in ghosts and I always will. 

I will miss you forever Trish.  And I will always envision you in your kitchen cooking something wonderful!

Your friend,




Midnight In the Garden of Good and Evil


Yes, we actually know one of the characters in the book.  Hint:  Clint Eastwood’s daughter played her in the movie.  🙂

To be continued………

My nephew Joseph, and my son Brodie at Colonial Park Cemetery in downtown Savannah.


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Right after I have my Bewitching Lunch

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So Satisfying….  Pimento Cheese on Pumpernickel.


Halloween Pedicure with Cocktails

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I was walking along the beach in Indian Shores one very gray, rainy day, when I saw this beautiful big rock with a gray shell heart in it. 

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It probably weights about 20 pounds.  I saw it and I knew I wanted it!

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I Love the Heart

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I decided to decorate it with some of my jewelry and nail polishes.  Also some tiny little bats.

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I Heart Pearls!

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I do love all these Halloween nail polish colors.

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Mmmm….  So Good!

And as with any gray, rainy day there is nothing better than a good movie.

How about Alfred Hitchcock’s Rear Window?

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Can you think of anything else better to do on a cold, gray day at the beach?

Me neither.




Scary Kitchen Utensils


Well, hardly scary, but definitely fun!

(Don’t forget the skeletal hot sauce, some black salt, and red pepper corns.)

I love seeing this little bucket in my kitchen to house some of our Halloween utensils.  I do think that some kitchen utensils do look like torture tools.  Which makes this all the more fun!

All I did was to buy galvanized bucket from a hardware store, spray paint it black, then decoupage a vintage witch with her cauldron brewing up a stew. 

Perfect for any bewitching kitchen.


Caltrop Nuts/Devil Nuts/Dracula’s Nuts


Gordon found these at the Asian Supermarket.  They are so cool!  They look exactly like bats! 

They are Asian street food.  Boil for 15 minutes, drain, rinse, and slice down the middle, and eat!




Not the tastiest of nuts, but they would be a nice novelty item for any Halloween party.




Halloween Breakfast Eggy in a ……..



We used a coffin shaped cookie cutter to hollow out the bread for this breakfast.


Just place some butter into a sauce pan on a medium-high heat and place your bread into it.  Then crack an egg into the center, let it cook thoroughly, then devour!


Great with coffee!

Halloween plates and mugs, optional, but necessary.

Also try Eggy in a Black Cat


Beautiful Swirled Rye Bread, a Cat Cookie Cutter, and an Egg

Cooked in some butter in a saucepan.




Another Happy Breakfast


Turkey Sausage with Biscuits and Olive Oil Gravy

This is a favorite breakfast of mine. 

I do consider it to be a “healthy” version.  The sausages are turkey, the gravy is made with olive oil, skim milk, etc., so not as fattening as the original version.

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Makes My Tummy Happy!





I did not make these.  I found them pre-made at our commissary and thought they were perfect!

I already owned the poster, and the “hand” is my son’s from his childhood Halloween.

Help Yourself!


Eyeball Sandwiches

for Lunch


Some Pumpernickel Rye, Cream Cheese, and a Dill Pickle


Want to know the real Ghoulie? 

Just turn down the lights…. All shall be revealed!


To everything that goes ‘bump in the night’, I adore you!


Until Tomorrow, Sleep Tight.


The Ghost Writer



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