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Fiction and nonfiction from the Intermountain West

 Strange: Unexplained Tales from Idaho and Beyond  by Cathy Wilson

Strange: Unexplained Tales from Idaho and Beyond by Cathy Wilson is in the final editing stage. Cathy has combined her own experience with family memories and stories gathered from folks she’s known in Idaho, Utah, Missouri, and Canada. She says about her book:

 

It is a series of stories, mainly ghost stories, that touch upon genuine but unexplained phenomena and strange experiences. It will include my own experiences as well as tales from friends and relatives. I’ll describe a ghost hunting course I won through a contest and unfold details of investigations I’ve participated in. Odd categories about talking dolls and sympathetic plant life will complete chapters including dreams, reincarnation, and UFOs.

 

I plan to dedicate this book to all the young people who show such interest in these subjects. Their questions and fascination with these topics encourage me to share all I have learned. I hope they will carry on and find some answers for us in this mysterious world we live in.

 

Scroll down for the family incident that inspired Cathy’s book ▼

Cathy Wilson, a member of the Buhl, ID Red Hat Society and The Misfits

(our writers’ support group), had her own dance studio for 30 years and taught ballet and jazz dance in Missouri and Idaho Falls. She currently substitute teaches grades 6-12, one of the few

long-term subs to live to tell the tale.

Cathy shows some of the prizes she won through her essay for the Rookie Moment Contest. This was how she learned to be a ghostbuster. “I never took a course.  I got to hang out with AGS (American Ghost Society), an investigative team.”

 

 

I have had a lifelong interest in unexplained phenomena. The story that inspired it all took place in my grandmother’s family home in Falls City, Nebraska sometime in the early 1900’s.

 

While eating their evening meal, the Diesner family all heard a thundering noise. It sounded as if a stampede of horses was pounding on the roof. They looked outside but could see nothing. It couldn’t be hail since there was no storm.

 

From that time on, each evening at midnight they heard three raps in the house (my mother said it was scratches) seeming to come from the attic. While investigating, they found a small box of bones. They could not tell if these belonged to a baby or an animal.

 

The next inhabitants of the house included a man who committed suicide. A later resident was committed to a mental institution.

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