Angela Faye Moore

As many of you know, I predicted a "threat from space" a while back. I believe that was in reference to the meteor over Russia, as well as the one over Cuba, San Fransico and Florida, which all occured very nearly the same time. I still feel more to come, sort of like one feels bits of rain before the storm clouds break.  Still, it doesn't have to be a horrid thing, I am just saying it is something I feel.

My book is serialized below-- last chapter will appear first, so scoll down to get to beginning if you wish. There are videos mixed randomly in, so you can scroll on past  those or watch accordonly.

chapter 24  Haunted Inn My assistant and I were invited to attend the Joshua P. Warren Paranormal Conference at a majestic, historic, and very haunted, hotel in Asheville.  I was to be a guest speaker, offer readings, and participate in the ghost-hunting activities taking place at night.  Although I heard some unexplained footsteps while I was putting my things in my room, the first part of the event was quite enjoyable.  We listened to several speakers and partook of the nice buffet provided for us.  It was later that evening that things got a little hairy. Several guests, including my niece Lisa and I, rode a little bus over to an abandoned clubhouse on the grounds.  Lisa is a beautician by day and is responsible for keeping my hair looking good in addition to accompanying me on paranormal investigations.  She was never happier when she learned that big hair was coming back into style since that is her own preference.  Lisa is the only p...

Chapter 20  It is the Thought That Counts For my birthday, I received a beautiful ceramic giraffe for my office.  It was an especially surprising present because it came from James.  I was expecting a gift like the one he had given me for our wedding anniversary a month earlier- a flashlight.  James’ style of gift-giving is unique, to say the least. On our first date, James had me wait in the car while he ran in to a drug store to buy me a little token of his affection.  I thought that was awfully sweet of him.  I imagined getting something like a box of chocolate, or maybe some perfume.  Instead, he emerged with a little bag, presented it to me, and eagerly awaited my response.  My gift?  A pencil sharpener.  Not just any pencil sharpener, mind you, but a wall-mounted purple one.  I had to give him points for originality. Last Christmas, I pointed out a toy organ to James at the dollar store.  I remarked that i...