As with all my other books before, I have created a playlist, an unofficial soundtrack, of songs that helped inspire After Death, the third installment in the Cemetery Tours series. We still have a little over a month before After Death is released, but I wanted to share the soundtrack with you today! It’s been such a fun, lovely week. I hope everyone else’s has been just as wonderful.
If you’re interested, you can find the soundtrack to the first Cemetery Tours book here. Between Worlds soundtrack is here. Please note that this is an unofficial soundtrack. I am not selling these songs or benefiting from them in any way.
“She is the Sunlight” by Trading Yesterday
“Heaven’s Gonna Wait” by Hedley
“Clarity” by Amy Conrad
“Welcome to Mystery” by Plain White T’s
“A Drop in the Ocean” by Ron Pope
“Reason Why” by Sleepthief
“Painting Flowers” by All Time Low
“Ghost Machine” by Jon Foreman
“Young and Beautiful” by Lana Del Rey
“Where’s My Angel” by Metro Station
“The Mixed Tape” by Jack’s Mannequin
“When the Stars Go Blue” by Tyler Hilton
“Still Fighting It” by Ben Folds
That last one by Ben Folds inspired the final scene, which totally makes me cry. I’m the author, so I might be really biased, but I’m really hoping that everyone enjoys the book as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. Until next time!
After my presentation on Ghost Story Trivia at the Colony Public Library, I was invited along on a history tour of the Colony. We visited an old cemetery (which, of course, I loved) and The Spencer House, which I am convinced is haunted. I wanted to share some of the pictures I took here with you!
From the Cemetery:
From the Spencer House:
And a few that I photoshopped for the sake of my autumn expectations.
Finally, I have to share my spooky experience from the trip.
At the cemetery, most of the graves are centered off in one general area of the yard. However, I couldn’t help but notice this one tree off to the side, and the grey bricks that lay beneath it. At first, I dismissed it, thinking it was probably nothing very interesting. Still, I couldn’t help but feel that I needed to go over and see what it was.
When I arrived at the tree, I found that the bricks were actually broken fragments of a small grave marker. There were only three letters carved into the stone. J.E.S. My initials.