title: The Mysterious Spooky Stories Of My Eclectic Mind
author: Heather Gleason
description: Heather Gleason was born and raised in the Hudson Valley region of NY. She loves Halloween and paints this theme all year long. Heather is a full time artist and has been creating spooky her whole life. She sells her work online, at Juried Art shows and in galleries. Her artwork is collected worldwide and has a large fan base of all ages. Heather has three children Meghan, Laura and William. They keep her imagination flowing. They inspired her along with her fiance co-author William Berry to make this first publication "The Mysterious, Spooky Stories of My Eclectic Mind". William Berry Co-author has been writing since a child and has written hundreds of stories, poems and songs. This is William Berry's first publication.
zlib_text: 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ![](../Misc/00001.unknown)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ##
  
  
  
  
  
  For my parents, who sent me there
  
  
  
  
  
  And for Martha Parker, whom I met there
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ##
  
  
  
  
  
  While riding on a train goin’ west
  
  
  
  
  
  I fell asleep for to take my rest
  
  
  
  
  
  I dreamed a dream that made me sad
  
  
  
  
  
  Concerning myself and the first few friends I had
  
  
  
  
  
  —Bob Dylan, “Bob Dylan’s Dream”
  
  
  
  
  
  . . . to own only a little talent . . . was an awful, plaguing thing . . .
  being only a little special meant you expected too much, most of the time.
  
  
  
  
  
  —Mary Robison, “Yours”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # PART ONE
  
  
  
  
  
  Moments of Strangeness
  
  
  
  
  
  ![](../Images/00005.jpeg)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ## ONE
  
  
  
  
  
  On a warm night in early July of that long-evaporated year, the Interestings
  gathered for the very first time. They were only fifteen, sixteen, and they
  began to call themselves the name with tentative irony. Julie Jacobson, an
  outsider and possibly even a freak, had been invited in for obscure reasons,
  and now she sat in a corner on the unswept 