Book cover of "Psychic in Suburbia" by KC Freeman, a paranormal cozy mystery about a psychic navigating small-town secrets and ghostly encounters.

Psychic in Suburbia by KC Freeman

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Today at Salty Inspirations, I’m excited to host a special guest: Abby McBride from KC Freeman’s Psychic in Suburbia! Abby is here to share her thoughts on ghost hunting in a piece she’s titled “Ghost Hunting Is for the Faint of Heart.”

She recently took part in a haunted house ghost tour, and let’s just say her night turned out to be a lot more eventful than she ever expected.

I’ll let Abby take it from here…

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Ghost Hunting isn’t for the Faint of Heart

By Abby McBride

I love this time of year! Seriously, what’s not to love? Pretty fall colors, cooler temps, I can break out the sweatshirts, jeans, and my favorite boots! AND the most important part… All the friggin’ mosquitoes go back to hell where they belong.

Pumpkin spice everything? Eh, I can do without but you guys go ahead.

Halloween costume? check – sorta.

Enough candy to rival Willy Wonka? check

Scary movies on 24/7? check

Travel Channel’s GHOSTOBER? check

But truly the most fun thing is all the spookies come out to play!

This past summer I finally had the availability to attend a paranormal investigation at the Historic Rosedale Plantation here in Charlotte, NC. Truly, I wasn’t expecting much and am so glad I was wrong!

Side note: I’m a psychic medium, but I don’t like to advertise that fact because it’d make me the laughingstock of my quaint little southern suburb. So, let’s keep this on the down-low, please.

When I arrived, I met some other investigators who had been there multiple times before. They had all had experiences and were willing to share their stories, but today I will give you a first-hand account of what I experienced.

Outside it was peaceful. It was nighttime, after all. The lovely spirit lady who usually strolls the gardens was in for the night so all the action was inside. First, we entered the basement which used to be the kitchen and storage area during its plantation days. We sat in darkness; I took pictures of the root cellar where I felt a presence but nothing showed up on my camera. The evening was early so the spirits weren’t quite chatty yet.

On the main level, I kept being pulled toward the office of one of the owner’s brothers who lived in the home after the Civil War. I think he inherited it. He was wheelchair-bound after suffering injuries in the war so I was drawn to the wheelchair in the corner, not expecting the surprise from behind… an arctic cold blast of air against my back. There is no air

conditioning or heat in the building and no windows were open. Also, it’s summer in North Carolina which means one thing… HOT & HUMID! I took several pictures but nothing emerged, but I knew he was there. He let me know that he’s no longer confined to that “blasted chair” as he called it and wished they’d get rid of it.

The second floor was intriguing. Turns out that the tutor for the young boys of the house stayed in a room adjoining his pupils. Some of the other investigators were using a ghost box so they’d get a word here and there from the spirit of one of the boys who died very young (14, I believe) due to an outbreak of tuberculosis. He was rather mischievous and gave some strange answers—I think just to baffle the people in the room. I heard him laughing then saw a dark shadow get up from the little chair at the end of the bed to run through the crowd gathered around his bed. Some others received ghost box responses from the daughters’ room (which was above the master bedroom like a loft). It always saddens me to sense the spirits of children. If they were there, they weren’t chatty with me.

Now the attic was a paranormal goldmine for those with ghost boxes and other investigative tools, including witching sticks (otherwise used for water dousing/divining). The governess lived in the attic, in a tiny room just off the schoolroom. In those days, the governess was usually a female family member who hadn’t married by a certain age who would be forced to teach/care for other family members’ children. As I mentioned earlier, there was no A/C, no heat. This was the attic with no air circulation and no fireplace. This poor woman roasted in the summer and froze in the winter while her charges, the boys’ tutor, and the husband and wife of the home enjoyed the high life in the floors below.

The other investigators received some good feedback using their tools, but I thoroughly enjoyed hearing the whole story from this poor woman because it contradicted a lot of what was coming over the ghost box. She was not happy at all there. The children were brats (this is according to the spirit of the governess; I have no way to prove it in the here and now). They treated her like a servant instead of their aunt. No respect. But… She wasn’t completely lonely. Remember that male tutor for the boys I mentioned? Well, he was there too…in her bedroom. Anyway, she wasn’t happy living there but stayed after death to be with him (he had died early after another bout of whatever sickness was going through at that time; they weren’t clear on what caused his death).

So, what proof do I have other than what the spirits told me? Why should you believe my story at all?

The governess and her beau were kind enough to allow me to take a picture of them.

If you look in the right hand side of the picture, you’ll see the dark shadow shaped like a woman in a long, black dress. If you look more closely, you can see the man standing behind her. Not sure what that red light is, probably a refraction off something, but no one was in the room (I was even standing outside the doorway, reached my arm in with the camera without the flash turned on). There were no mannequins in the room like you’ll see at some historic homes. Just the bed, a wash basin in the far corner, and a tiny closet on the other side of the room (not pictured).

I thoroughly enjoyed the paranormal investigation at the Historic Rosedale Plantation and give thanks to the spirits for not tagging along back to my home. That’s a hazard of doing these things.

Unsolicited advice — if you go on ghost hunts: meditate beforehand to encircle yourself with divine light to protect your own spirit from attachments; wear something with hematite; when you leave, out loud speak the words instructing the spirits to stay there, and they are not allowed to go with you; and if it makes you feel better…sage yourself before getting into your car.

Psychic In Suburbia: The Magical Midlife Misadventures of a Medium Mom by KC Freeman

About Psychic In Suburbia

Psychic In Suburbia: The Magical Midlife Misadventures of a Medium Mom Paranormal Cozy Mystery Setting – Georgia Independently Published Publication date : September 23, 2025 Print length : 234 pages ISBN-13 : 979-8231157518 Digital : 9798231472642 goodreads badge

There’s nothing magical about midlife for Abby McBride, unless dealing with pesky ghosts counts.

Between hot flashes and brain fog and the dead paying a call at all hours, she’s had her share of spirited mayhem, while trying to hold up a perfect image among her cul-de-sac crowd. Not easy! But, after decades of suppressing her psychic gift, it all comes crashing down at the annual Halloween bash and her quiet suburban life goes up in spectral smoke.

The ghosts of 125 Magnolia Lane have demands and are not opposed to dragging the living into their hellish afterlife if that’s what it takes. Can Abby finally embrace the powers she’s long denied in order to save her family and friends from eternal destruction? But at what cost to her reputation, her sanity, marriage and possibly even her freedom?

When Ghost Whisperer meets Bad Moms, haunted hijinks are inevitable among dysfunctional friendships and an intrepid heroine who’s so done playing nice. That’s right! DONE! Get set for a thrill ride that will leave readers with a tale of laugh out loud, heart-tugging midlife magic and mayhem.

About KC Freeman

After leaving the corporate world to raise her five rambunctious children with her husband in North Carolina, KC Freeman eventually found her way back to her lifelong desire to write paranormal fiction.

First, she dipped her toes in the writing world by ghostwriting cozy mysteries and romance novels. Once confident of her creative writing skills, she struck out on her own to write urban fantasy and paranormal romance with her debut novel, Rekindled Prophecy: Greylyn the Guardian Angel Book 1. A few books later, KC added the label, “USA Today Best-Selling Author” with her paranormal romance, Renegade Angel, incorporated into the Realm of Darkness box set.

KC writes mostly urban fantasy and paranormal romance novels. She also spends a lot of time editing manuscripts with her company, Book Mage Editing, and is certified by the Professional Book Editors Association.

Now that her five children are grown and flown, KC spends her time writing, editing, reading, hiking, exercising (in an attempt to get back a semblance of her pre-menopause body), and spoiling her fur baby chihuahua, Harley.

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A big thank you to Abby McBride for visiting the blog today and sharing her ghostly adventure! If you enjoyed her story, be sure to check out KC Freeman’s Psychic in Suburbia for more of Abby’s world.

And while you’re here, don’t forget to browse around, between my books and the many wonderful authors who stop by, you’re sure to find plenty of stories to add to your ever-growing TBR pile. Happy reading!

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