Beyond the Blog with Pamela Beach
One theme, many worlds. Exploring resilience, from lived experience to imagined stories.
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“Hello, I’m Pam. I’m an author, a storyteller, and this is where I explore one big theme: resilience. My writing is born from a life of navigating challenges, from foster care and homelessness to single motherhood. Here, we’re in the business of turning scars into strength.”
Category: Supernatural Horror,
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I am Malaphis. I am the Shadow in the Corner, the Eater of Bad Dreams, the thing that has made a thousand children wet their beds in terror. I have feasted on the adrenaline of the innocent for three centuries. I have driven nannies to madness and forced families to move across oceans. But I…
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The fog isn’t just digital anymore. Following a viral week of 4,000+ new readers, The Morro Bay Fog-Mythos is becoming a physical reality. Get a first look at the new cover, the hand-drawn map, and the “Fog Walker’s Itinerary” that turns the book into a self-guided tour of the Central Coast’s spookiest legends.
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“Tom Callahan took the cemetery job for the silence. But tonight, the ‘wrong’ fog has rolled in, and the silence is broken by a rhythmic, metallic clang. Tom tracks the sound to the old Pioneer section, where he finds a spectral figure beating against an iron cross. He thinks it’s a ghost trying to escape.…
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“I’ve written dozens of stories about the fog, imagining it as a living entity. It was all just a creative exercise. But for the last three nights, something has been wrong. The buoy horn is off. A strange chime is hanging on my porch. And now… there’s a slow, wet tapping at my window. The…
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“We are the ridge. We are the stone that remembers the cold. The humans… they are a noise. They are interesting. They look at us, but they do not see us. They do not see the shape that is all of those things… The female-thing sees us. Her fear-sound changes. The thump-thump becomes a THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD.…
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“Four teens went into the Elfin Forest to test a theory: that the fog, the ‘Taker,’ could be invited inland with the right anchor. They lit candles, they chanted, and the fog came. A Taker appeared, but it was weak, drying out, and trapped in the mud. Kace thought it was a joke. ‘It’s just…
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“Poppy Briar’s wind chime shop was a symphony of sound—until the ‘wrong’ fog rolled in. One morning, she found a new chime on her porch, one she didn’t make. It was a grotesque thing of stone and kelp. And when the wind blew, the chime swung… but it made no sound. It was a black…
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“The fog had swallowed Morro Rock whole. But in the water of the inner bay, the reflection was still perfect. ‘It’s like the water remembers,’ Collin murmured, aiming his phone. Then he zoomed in. Something was moving in the reflection. Something pale, glistening, and climbing down the mirror-image of the rock. And it was swimming…
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“Dr. Lauren Reed knew every sea otter in the harbor by name. But when the ‘wrong’ fog rolls in, her favorite otter, ‘Pry-bar,’ starts behaving strangely. Instead of hunting for clams, the otter dives for something metallic. Something she holds up to the fog like an offering. Driven by scientific curiosity, Lauren investigates, only to…
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“Gage Harrison loved the fog. While other divers cursed the low visibility, Gage saw it as a curtain being drawn… His obsession was the Estrella Perdida, a Spanish galleon that legend said was ‘anchored in the fog.’ But when Gage finally descends into the milky, white abyss beneath the surface, he finds that the anchor…