Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Why I write Paranormal Murder Mysteries: By Author Christopher Pinto

Thank you for visiting. For some reason, "Blogger" erased this entire article. I'll have to re-write it from scratch. Until then, please feel free to peruse the other posts on my Stardust Mysteries blog.

Christopher Pinto

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Book Review: Tiwaka Goes to Waikiki, by Everett Peacock

Book Review: Tiwaka Goes to Waikiki, by Everett Peacock

Another fun read featuring my favorite parrot

Book three in the Life and Times of a Hawaiian Tiki Bar was just as much fun to read as the first two. I sort of expected more of the same types of stories as the first two books, but author Everett Peacock changed things up a little, taking the journey of Tiwaka the parrot out of the usual setting and into some crazy (and sometimes frightening) adventures.

Everett's books are always fun and easy to read, perfect for a relaxing weekend at the beach. I wouldn't call this book "light" certainly goes into some very heavy, serious stuff, but is balanced out nicely with just the right amount of levity and magic. Like a finely-crafted exotic cocktail, this book goes down smooth and leaves you with a great feeling at the end.

If you haven't read the first two books in the series you might not "get" all of it, so I'd recommend reading them in order.

If you dig the beach, the sun, dreams of Hawaii, surfing, sailing, or just having fun in the sun, you'll dig this book!

Five Stars all the way.

-Christopher Pinto, Noir/Paranormal Mystery Author

-Christopher Pinto, author of
Murder Behind The Closet Door
Murder on Tiki Island

Monday, October 14, 2013

My Ghost Story, October 12

 Day 12.

As I descend deeper into my madness with decorating for Halloween, I find myself looking over my shoulder a lot, seeing things out of the corners of my eyes, hearing strange sounds that don't belong. I know most of this is probably because our house is now covered with plastic skulls, cutouts of zombies and wall hangings depicting evil phantoms. But still...

Not too much happened since my last post, except that yet another bulb blew out (is that four? five? I'm losing count), and I heard a strange scratching noise coming from the front room (where my father used to live). Could have been some kind of animal on the window, but it didn't sound like that to me.

There is something else. Something I can't put my finger on. Just a feeling; that feeling that you enter a room, and although you see no one else there, you know you are not alone. Maybe it's my mind playing tricks.

Maybe it's something else.

-Christopher Pinto, author of
Murder Behind The Closet Door
Murder on Tiki Island

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

My Ghost Story, Day 8, Tuesday

Another bulb is out. That makes three. Also, last night a very strange thing happened.

In the front bedroom, which used to be my father's room, the light dimmed for a second and came back. I thought it was going to blow. It only happened on one light...not the whole house, so it wasn't a brown out. Just one bulb, dimmed, and came back.

There are now plastic skeletons and black lights all over the house. I used to be terrified of skulls, when I was a little kid...a bi-product of walking in on "Dark Shadows" while my mother was watching, the episode with the giant skull with glowing eyes on a black background scared the living daylights out of me. Hey, I was like three. But that phobia stuck with me for years.

Now I am surrounded by skulls, and probably the ghost of my long-passed father.

-Christopher Pinto, author of
Murder Behind The Closet Door
Murder on Tiki Island

My Ghost Story, Day 7, Monday

Monday, Oct. 7.
Took off work and spent the entire day decorating. I kind of expected some strange things to happen, but only one bulb burned out. A new one, of course. A red one. Yes, another red one.

Something else happened today. Colleen got the notice: Laid off from work. yay.

The house is starting to look like a haunted mansion. I've been decorating for Halloween all my life, but have gone bat-crap crazy the last 20 years, turning the house into a house of horrors. I get this from my father, who loved to decorate for anything, and my mother, who loved the occult, and Halloween.

-Christopher Pinto, author of
Murder Behind The Closet Door
Murder on Tiki Island

My Ghost Story, Day Six, Sunday, Oct. 6

Friday and Saturday, spent most of the time decorating for Halloween. Nothing "otherworldly" happened. All quiet.

But today, Sunday, a strange thing happened.

Colleen, my wife, went to do the laundry, and discovered the part that you load the fabric softener was missing. She asked me what I did with it.

Generally, I don't use it when I wash my clothes, and leave it up on the shelf above the washer. I told her that's where it was. She couldn't find it. This quickly escalated, for no real reason, into an argument of "who's fault it's missing". We searched all over and couldn't find it.

A few minutes later she shut herself in the bedroom. I decided to take one last look. For whatever reason, still not sure why, I decided to look in the running washing machine. Guess what? There is was, floating in the water.

I got Colleen and showed her. She thought I was pulling a gag on her. She didn't believe me, when I told her I just found it in there. I finally convinced her I wasn't playing around.

We had both looked in the washer prior to the argument. Don't ask me how it "materialized" inside the washer when we both looked in there. Normally, I'd say it was just coincidence. But I remembered the missing bottle a few days ago.

This can be described as typical poltergeist activity...things moving, missing then reappearing, bulbs blowing...or, it might just be coincidence.

-Christopher Pinto, author of
Murder Behind The Closet Door
Murder on Tiki Island

Friday, October 4, 2013

My Ghost Story: Oct 3, 2013


Fairly quiet today. Worked all day, came home and did some decorating for the upcoming Halloween party. No blown bulbs, no strange noises. Until...

About one a.m., heard an eerie crashing noise coming from the living room. It sounded like an avalanche of plastic cups and dishes. Never heard anything like it before. The dog jumped, the cats scattered. The noise lasted a full three seconds, like something was falling in slow motion.

Colleen (my wife) and I looked all over the house, fearing the worst. I figured some of the shelves that our curios are may have collapsed. We found nothing out of place.

Finally, just before we were ready to give up, I noticed Colleen's hand back, upside down on the floor. She had left it on the couch. Apparently, it flipped itself over and landed on the floor. We thought it may have been one of the cats, but one cat was with us, and the other was sleeping in a tight coil on another chair where he had been all day.

Could be nothing. Could be coincidence. Could be the bag just happened to roll off the couch, after being there since 6pm. Could be.

-Christopher Pinto, author of
Murder Behind The Closet Door
Murder on Tiki Island