Up My Own Ass

There.  Now that I have your attention…

We are trying to write this damn book about ghosts in Phoenix.  Now, I say “damn book” because every single place we try to contact refuses to participate because, evidently, writing about the paranormal is akin to having leprosy.

Even though we have one really successful book under our belt, and one more that will makes its worldwide debut next month, I couldn’t get someone to let me BLOW them in a haunted place in Phoenix, right now.  Obviously, my approach must be a bit “off.”  Fortunately, because it is considered legend and lore, I can write about it anyway, I just have to say “ALLEGEDLY” like Kathy Griffin.  I would PREFER to hear a little first-hand knowledge, however.

So, here is what I need:  I need Phoenix ghost stories.  I know how much you guys like ghost stories and talking about ghosts, or telling me that I need to love on TAPS because they are saintly and filled with love and goodness.  So, if you all have all this experience, tell me about it and be acknowledged in a book on the topic.

I am just gonna sit here and wait for those stories and leads to start pouring in…bring it, hamslices.