1000 + Books to Read: Guest Post: Sean Thomas Fisher, Author of Cold Faith and Zombies, and Cold Summer Nights

Do you believe in ghosts? More specifically, do you believe in Thanksgiving Day ghosts? I didn’t either. I mean, almost every other holiday has its own tale of horror, but not the joyful, family-friendly Thanksgiving. Christmas has A Christmas Carol and Silent Night Deadly Night. Valentine’s Day has My Bloody Valentine while the Fourth of July has Independence Day. Easter has Hop, and Halloween, of course, has Michael Myers. But unless you count the horrific part from Planes, Trains and Automobiles where John Candy gets his hand stuck between two pillows - like some sick and twisted scene straight out of a Saw movie - Thanksgiving stands worry free. And maybe that’s all part of a sinister plan to make us lower our defenses.

I was going to blog about my books today but how can I pimp out my almost hit novel – Cold Faith and Zombies – when The Gobbler has returned to haunt my very soul? How can I tell you about the free curse that is included with my nearly best-selling ghost novella – Cold Summer Nights – when you could be the next to receive a visit from something so horrific, it will cause you to spend the rest of your Thanksgiving Days inside the protected walls of a Chinese restaurant? I can’t do that. Not with a clear conscience.

I’ve always had paranormal events haunt me on Thanksgiving. From blood-red canned cranberry sauce suddenly appearing out of nowhere to the unexplained arrivals of family members from another state, things can get downright scary. And unfortunately, The Gobbler can take many forms around Thanksgiving and it’s hard to know its true identity. Until now.

You see, yesterday, I was preparing to load the dishwasher with a small pile of dirty dishes that had built up in the sink. When I opened the dishwasher, I screamed. The sight of all those clean dishes in there that needed to be put away before I could even begin loading the dirty ones made my skin crawl. But I cowboyed up and got the job done, and that’s when I saw it. That’s when I saw a tiny footprint of water on the edge of the counter, where something had planted its right foot just before jumping to the floor and scurrying off to hide beneath a bed or inside a darkened closet. When I saw the print, I immediately inhaled sharply – which I haven’t done since Fox cancelled Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles. So you know this was serious. I documented the evidence with my Cybershot and anxiously awaited my girlfriend to return home from work so I could show her my proof, once and for all, verifying the existence of the Thanksgiving Gobbler.

Needless to say, my girlfriend was shocked. We decided to set up night vision cameras around the house last night to capture anything out of the ordinary, and other than me getting out of bed and staring at my sleeping girlfriend between the hours of three and five-thirty in the morning, nothing unusual happened. Then this morning something happened. Something so horrifying, I’m not sure I’ll ever sleep again. This morning, my girlfriend informed me that we were going to see Breaking Dawn tonight, and she would be dressing up as Bella and I would be going as Jasper. I mean, how ridiculous is that? She knows I wanted to go as the Sheriff, which can only mean one thing…The Gobbler has taken her soul. And if I’m not careful, she’ll have me decorating a Christmas tree way before Black Friday.

So a word of warning this Thanksgiving Day, if your great grandma sits across the table from you chewing green bean casserole with her mouth open making you lose your appetite, don’t blame her…it’s just The Gobbler. If your mom won’t stop talking about cats during the tail end of an amazing Cowboys game, it’s not her fault…she’s been infected by The Gobbler. If your uncle gets drunk and makes suggestive comments about pulling on his wishbone…he’s been possessed by The Gobbler. And the only way to defeat the little devil is by shooting him one time in the head. Oh no wait, that’s the only way to defeat a zombie. Crap. I’ll have to get back to you on the remedy. In the meantime, enjoy this Thanksgiving while you can, because it just might be your last. And whatever you do…don’t - forget - the - stuffing.

Cold Faith and Zombies on Amazon: http://amzn.to/tgpIRz
Cold Summer Nights on Amazon: http://amzn.to/u9ODqO