From: walterlane99@gmail.com

This is how I came up with the idea for the killer skeleton in my novel BONE UGLY CURSE:

Once, I worked at a nearby community college as a security officer. Assigned to
the late shift, I worked alone in the building for many dark hours during the night. I did patrol rounds of the building. That duty often took me past one of
the labs. The
door had a narrow window in it, and a dim, greenish light glowed through. At night, after hours, the lights in the building were, for the most part, cut off
to save energy. The halls were dim, lit by only a few overhead fluorescent lights here and there.
To be alone in a not so charming, utilitarian old school in the wee hours of the morning, can be spooky, believe me.

One of the odd qualities of the old school was its ventilation system. I had worked day shifts and it was a completely different atmosphere then. Sunlight beamed through the windows; students bustled about everywhere. It gave the place a sense of ‘life�
�� it didn’t have at two o’clock in the morning. During the day, I never noticed anything odd about the ventilation system. But during the night, the old air vents sounded exactly like a bunch of voices whispering. Once, I was so
convinced there were
people in the hall whispering, I came out of the security office and demanded to know who was there.

That was the atmosphere in that old school. And then I'd go by that lab door and see the light glowing from that narrow window. The first time I looked inside, I saw a lab skeleton hanging from the stand. A line attached to the top
of the skull was
hooked to a bracket at the top of the stand. The skeleton was back-lit by a light coming from a tank of some sort; it had a greenish hue to it. Alone in the building, seeing that thing, my nerves already a little on edge, it nearly scared the socks off
me. During my rounds, I'd glance in sometimes. But it got to the point I'd avert my eyes from the window as I'd go by, and I came to dread going by that door.

I got spooked in that old building. It was like something from an old 1930s comedy. But there were times I was downright afraid and wished morning would hurry up and arrive. Knowing the skeleton was there over in one of the labs didn’t help. But it
gave me an idea for a novel and BONE UGLY CURSE was the result. https://www.amazon.com/BONE-UGLY-CURSE-Walter-Eugene-ebook/dp/B079Q3FK94/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

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From: lesmond@verizon.net

On Sun, 25 Feb 2018 16:00:13 -0800 (PST), Walter Eugene Lane wrote:

This is how I came up with the idea for the killer skeleton in my novel BONE UGLY CURSE:

Once, I worked at a nearby community college as a security officer. Assigned to the late shift, I worked alone in the building for many dark hours during the night. I did patrol rounds of the building. That duty often took me past one of the labs. The

door had a narrow window in it, and a dim, greenish light glowed through. At night, after hours, the lights in the building were, for the most part, cut off
to save energy. The halls were dim, lit by only a few overhead fluorescent lights here and there.
To be alone in a not so charming, utilitarian old school in the wee hours of the morning, can be spooky, believe me.

One of the odd qualities of the old school was its ventilation system. I had worked day shifts and it was a completely different atmosphere then. Sunlight beamed through the windows; students bustled about everywhere. It gave the place a sense of �

life� it didn� t have at two o� clock in the morning. During the day, I never noticed anything odd about the ventilation system. But during the night, the old air vents sounded exactly like a bunch of voices whispering. Once, I was so convinced there
were people in the hall whispering, I came out of the security office and demanded to know who was there.

That was the atmosphere in that old school. And then I'd go by that lab door and see the light glowing from that narrow window. The first time I looked inside, I saw a lab skeleton hanging from the stand. A line attached to the top

of the skull was
hooked to a bracket at the top of the stand. The skeleton was back-lit by a light coming from a tank of some sort; it had a greenish hue to it. Alone in the building, seeing that thing, my nerves already a little on edge, it nearly scared the socks off
me. During my rounds, I'd glance in sometimes. But it got to the point I'd avert my eyes from the window as I'd go by, and I came to dread going by that door.

I got spooked in that old building. It was like something from an old 1930s comedy. But there were times I was downright afraid and wished morning would hurry up and arrive. Knowing the skeleton was there over in one of the labs didn� t help. But it

gave me an idea for a novel and BONE UGLY CURSE was the result. >https://www.amazon.com/BONE-UGLY-CURSE-Walter-Eugene-ebook/dp/B079Q3FK94/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Honestly, it sounds interesting. If only I still read.

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