There are days when life moves along in its usual rhythm. You wake up, sip your coffee, glance out the window, and everything looks just as it should. Familiar. Predictable. Safe. But every now and then, something shifts. Maybe it is subtle, so subtle you almost ignore it. The room feels a touch colder than it should. A memory surfaces at the wrong moment. A shadow sits in the corner of your eye, gone the instant you turn your head.

Little things. Easy to dismiss.
But these little things have always fascinated me.

As a supernatural thriller author, I have learned that the extraordinary rarely announces itself with a dramatic flourish. It slips in quietly. It waits. It watches. And it brushes against the edge of our everyday lives in ways most people overlook.

Some of the most intriguing story ideas I have ever written began with something incredibly ordinary. A wooden chair that stays just slightly turned. A radio that whispers static at the exact moment your thoughts drift somewhere they should not. A dream that clings to you long after you wake. These moments are harmless until they are not, and that is exactly where the magic begins for me.

I believe there is a reason these experiences stand out. Not every mystery is meant to frighten. Some are meant to get our attention. Some remind us that life is bigger and deeper than what we see on the surface. And some are simply a nudge from the spiritual world, the kind God uses to steer us, comfort us, or wake us up when we drift too far from what matters.

In my own life, I have learned to pause when something feels off. Instead of brushing it away, I pay attention. Not with fear, but with curiosity. Because sometimes these strange moments carry truth. Sometimes they carry warning. Sometimes they carry inspiration. But they always carry purpose.

Maybe that is why the line between the natural world and the supernatural one feels so thin to me. Not in a frightening way, but in a way that reminds me we are never as alone as we think. God works in big, undeniable ways, but He also works in these soft, unusual moments when our spirit stirs and we cannot explain why.

I write about the eerie because I know the unseen is real. I write about mystery because mystery is woven into our lives whether we acknowledge it or not. I write about ordinary days turning strange because I have lived those moments myself.

And I invite you, as my reader, to look a little closer at the moments that make you stop. The ones that feel out of place. The ones that don’t fit neatly into the rhythm of the day. Not all of them are supernatural, of course. But some might be worth noticing.

Because when the ordinary starts to feel strange, something is trying to get your attention.

And that is where the story begins.