MJ just told me that the voice that we both heard in Maine in the house that was built before the Civil War said, ‘Hi…Hello…Getting Settled.’ I only heard, ‘Hello…Hello.’ So, the plot thickens… I have been reminiscing and the occurrence in Maine is one of the few times in my life that I have experienced an unexplainable phenomenon. There was a bit of a feeling about the old house that felt like someone more was with us and yet remained in the shadows. The feeling was palpably eerie on Wednesday night when we arrived at the historic dwelling. It was very hot and yet when I turned the thermostats on to air conditioning and the little cool icon came up…nothing happened. When I called the property manager and told him of my concern that one of the thermostats was not responding…he noted that none of the thermostats was going to produce AC and there was none in the house except perhaps the Green Room.

A spiritual quest has been my life. I have regularly sought to understand and know God better. Through the years of searching, I have found that two elements are key to understanding our Creator. A primary prerequisite is to love your fellow human as yourself. Jesus told his disciples that within this truth lay all of the law and the prophets. The second requirement is to have an open mind to there being a reality that we can not see.

‘I think a Halloween Party is in order,’ said Jane with a winsome smile.

‘Why not have it in the Orpheum Theatre…John the owner said that he would screen Frankenstein for us and that he would provide all of the popcorn and Coca-Cola and candy bars that our hearts desire, Chet added.

‘I will slip in some Jack Daniels Whisky for the Coke,’ Neva J. said with a devilish grin.

‘I hear that the Orpheum is haunted and that the ghosts come out once it is closed for the evening,’ Billy B. said with a wink.

The Theatre was full of the invitees to the Halloween Party. There was Buddy dressed as the Wizard Of Oz and Daryl as the Sorcerer’s Apprentice and The Wiz as his natural garments and inclination would indicate…The Wizard. The Wiz had something up his billowing sleeves. As Frankenstein played on the silver screen…down the theatre aisle came Renfield to say a few words. ‘I thought that you were in the Bram Stoker book Dracula and now you are appearing in our Frankenstein Halloween Party,’ Chet asked?

‘Yes you are correct Chet but there is a labor shortage in the Horror World…I have come to tell you that tonight you will hear disembodied voices and feel etheral presence…and when you leave the Orpheum you will never be the same again,’ Renfield said with a hideous gravelike laugh…

‘Hello…Hello…Getting Settled,’ said the voice as Billy B. walked home.

‘I like Maine…,’ Billy B. thought…as he unpacked his luggage.