Last night at the Mid-Manhattan Library, 100 or so people were gathered to hear a panel discuss paranormal mysteries. My client Stacy Horn was among the panelists and, frankly, she kicked ass. Am I partial? Besides the fact that everyone there seemed to have descended from the Starship Enterprise or the Good Ship Lollipop (okay, I know, shouldn’t sterotype the kids in the Paranormal Club), but how could you not love a woman who wrote a book called Waiting for My Cats to Die.? Who followed that up with a wrenching investigation into some of New York’s grisliest unsolved cold cases in The Restless Sleep. And who then spent a year in the basement at Duke University, home to  the oldest parapsychology lab in the country, where she combed through every dusty box to tell the story of the men and women who devoted their lives to proving the existence of life after death in her latest, Unbelievable.

Here are some of my favorite outtakes from the Q&A:

“What says Christmas more than werewolves?”

“A lot of people hear voices and not just mentally ill people.”

“Sensitives are like that.”

“You know, the run of the mill Dracula tropes.”

“I do therapeutic harp.”

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