Homeless and on the Run!

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The barn door only opened a couple of feet. It was hanging precariously off its hinges, the bottom wedged on the uneven ground. The light that flooded the barn came from a window at the far side, a window that had been covered with boards the last time I visited.

“Looks like someone left in a hurry,” I said, “They smashed the boards from the window to escape.”

“Look at that.”

Jack pointed to a bundle of clothes on the floor under the open window. It was neatly folded and tied with string.

Next to the clothes was a plastic grocery bag bulging with empty water bottles and candy wrappers and a flashlight, which was still turned on.

“Doesn’t look like they have a very healthy diet. Why would they need a flashlight, it’s not dark in here?”

Nothing moved in the barn, whoever had been there was gone, but only just. We’d scared them away. As I looked around, Jack walked to the window. Without turning around he beckoned me and quietly said. “Someone’s watching us. Don’t scare her away.”

I walked to the window slowly and casually looked outside. “Do you see someone?” I asked.

“Yup, over to the left, by the scrub oak, behind the old trailer.” I didn’t move my head, but moved my eyes to see what he was talking about.

Even from a distance I could see it was the young girl from the Saloon!

Jack knew it, “It’s the girl who left the locket isn’t it?”

“Yes, we need to talk to her.”

“I think we’ll scare her away if we try to talk to her now. She needs to see us leave before she comes back for her clothes.”

Jack turned his back to the window, I backed away from it a few paces. The young girl inched out of her hiding place, but only a little.

“Come on.” Jack said, “Lets walk back to the road.”

“What if we lose her?”

“We won’t.”

“How can you be so sure?” I asked.

“Janie’s here!”

“What?”

“Whenever I’m with you I feel Miriam or Janie. This time it’s Janie, my daughter. She’s tied to this girl somehow and with your help, she drawing us together.”

“Jack I don’t feel anything right now. I’m in an old barn, watching a girl I saw in the Saloon, but I don’t feel anything.”

I followed him out of the barn, confused, but trusting his judgment. When we crossed the field and got to the dirt road he stopped and held his hand out to me.

“Look at this. I didn’t put it in my pocket, but here it is.”

The locked lay in the palm of his hand. It popped open in front of my eyes. I gasped. The photos had changed again.

“Look at the photos.”

Jack looked down at the locked and smiled. “Yes, Janie and Miriam.”

“Don’t you see what I see?”

He shook his head confused. He didn’t see a young girl with matted hair and sad eyes. That image was reserved for me.

 

This story is almost over. I hope you enjoyed reading it. I have many more short stories and novels up my sleeve. Some are waiting to be written. One is already available to purchase on Amazon for $0.99. Give it a try. Dead of July – eBook on Amazon.

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Evil Possession – Dark Angel

Time stood still. I daren’t move, daren’t speak, hardly dared to breathe. The room was filled with a different sort of energy. I felt it! It was good energy. Was this another trick? I kept my eyes closed.

“What happened here?” A soft voice said. “What happened in this room?”

The words took me by surprise, so did the gentle voice. I opened my eyes to see the tall dark man remove his hat revealing a mess of black curly hair and a face wrinkled with laugher lines.

Jeff stood up “Father Angelo,” he said “My prayers were answered, you came.”

“Don’t pretend you believe in God young man, I know you’re a doubter. We almost had you once. You’d have been happy in the church, but your doubts prevented you from staying.”

Jeff laughed. “I doubt, but I don’t disbelieve.”

ExorcismI sat up and looked at them both. “Can I get out of this circle now? Will I be safe?”

It didn’t take many steps for Father Angelo to cross the room to where I sat on the floor. He was well over six feet tall. He bent down and helped me to my feet. “You must be Lucy, its good to meet you. I see young Jeff still plays with runes and candles. Come, lets sit.”

Jeff’s face beamed with admiration and affection. He and the Father were obviously friends. I sensed a history. Although I was happy to have someone else here to help, I worried about putting another life in danger. Was my life worth risking that of these two good men. I doubted it.

Father Angelo produced two bottles of red wine from somewhere inside his huge coat, and while Jeff opened one he sat opposite me. He didn’t speak, but took my hands in his, closing his eyes. After a minute or so, he opened them again and looked around the room.

“When did your troubles start?” he asked.

“After the car crash, I almost died. I should have died, but a shape appeared above me, an angel.”

Jeff interrupted, “Father, it was a dark Angel.”

“Let her tell her story, go on Lucy, what happened next?”

“The Angel spared my life and allowed the truck driver to die. I think she killed my dad. She did something to Reverend Laybourn. I think she wants to kill me now.”

“When did you move into this apartment?” Father Angelo asked.

“A little over a year ago, a month before my accident.”

Father  Angelo took a big gulp of his wine and swirled it around in his mouth savoring it. He closed his eyes and swallowed. “I think your apartment is the problem. Something dark lives here and it wants to live through you, to possess you. I can feel it.

“How can you know such a thing? ” I asked, “you just got here.”

“I felt it as soon as I got out of my car, before I even entered the building.”

I remembered Reverend Laybourn and the look on his face as he lay in the road after being hit by a car. Maybe he felt it too. “What if I move? I’ll find somewhere else to live.”

Father Angelo laughed. “That won’t help you now. This has already gone too far. We have to deal with this and deal with it quickly before we lose you.”

Jeff sat next to me and put his arm around me. “We’ll get through this, be brave.”

I wasn’t so sure. The room was silent now, but I knew I wasn’t safe. Something evil lingered in a corner waiting for me. Waiting to seduce me into another world. It was clever and beguiling and I didn’t know how much longer I could fight it. I didn’t know how much longer I wanted to.

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Watch out for my short story ‘Fire and Darkness’ which will be released at the end of the year.

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Dark Angel – I Love You – You Make Me Stronger!

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“Of course she’s trying to kill me, it’s what she does.” Jeff said.

“Why did you get involved if you knew that? Why did you try to help me? Two people are dead already; I don’t want you to be the third.”

He walked over and put his arms around me which felt good, comforting, but made me feel even worse. I didn’t want to be responsible his death.  I pushed him gently away. He looked into my eyes and brushed away my tears.

“Come on, let’s eat,” he said, “I’ve opened a bottle of wine.”

We sat down and tried to make small talk, but it was impossible. How could I think about anything except the evil one that played with my life. Was I ever going to be rid of her? Why did she save me and allow the truck driver to die? I’d be better off dead than watch those around me suffer to amuse her.

“What do we do next, how do we stop her?” I asked my voice breaking.

“I went to see the Vicar today, told him your story; he’s going to stop by tonight. He wants to help.”

“How can he help? When he came to my mum’s after church, the angel tormented him. He was brave, but weak. She could snap him like a twig.”

“He didn’t know what he was dealing with then, now he does. He just wants to talk to you, wants to know how this started. He had God on his side remember.”

“Yes and she has the devil on hers.” I said, ” My wine glass was emptying much more quickly than my plate.

We heard a scream and the sound of screeching tires from the street below. We looked at each other and ran to the window. There’d been an accident. A man lay injured in the street; he’d been hit by a car. He stared towards my window as someone removed his white Vicar’s collar and tried to help him. A dark flaming shadow hovered above him for a while and then disappeared. I made to run down to the street, but Jeff grabbed my arm.

“Stay here,” he said, “Your presence will make things worse.”

I watched as he crossed the road to where the Vicar lay. He  took hold of Jeff’s hand, thank God he wasn’t dead. I saw him whisper something. Jeff glanced up at me and smiled a smile that told me the Vicar was OK. The ambulance seemed to take forever to arrive, but in reality it was probably only five minutes. I finished the bottle of wine while I stood and watched, trying to drown my fear and pain with alcohol.

Jeff got in the ambulance and as I watched it drive away, I felt a cold evil presence behind me. I was terrified and daren’t around. An icy finger touched my neck and a voice  whispered in my ear. “You are making me stronger, so strong. I’m going to keep you with me for a long time, I think I love you.”

I felt her hands all over me, icy cold, she was trying to make me hers.

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Fighting Back – Dark Angel

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Although I was still sitting on my sofa, everything around me had changed. The room was dark and full of writhing whispering shadows. Objects floated before me, indistinguishable at first, and then one by one, they came into focus. I was back under the bridge, lying on the ground, dying! I watched the life trickle away from me. A man lay dying next to his truck, moaning, clinging to life. A dark shadow crossed his face and he breathed no more. I saw a woman standing by a grave, crying. I knew it was his wife. A little girl held her hand, her face full of grief.

“No, stop I can’t watch this.” I yelled.

“Hush be still, I’m here.” Jeff whispered. I looked at him, he seemed to glow. He looked strong.

A cold harsh laugh pierced the darkness of the room. “Who dares to call me?”

Jeff spoke, and although I heard his gentle calming voice, I knew not what he said. It sounded like a prayer, but in a language I’d never heard.

“Go away, you can’t hurt me with your mumbling.”

Jeff continued to chant. Objects flew towards us and I cowered, my hands in front of my face, but nothing reached us. Some hidden force field protected us. Jeff continued to chant.

The voice of the Dark Angel laughed, shrieking. “You’ll never escape me, until I’m done with you. I kept you alive. You ungrateful bitch.”

“I’d rather be dead than owe you anything.” I shouted, trying to be brave.

“Oh I want to pleasure myself a little longer, you haven’t suffered enough yet,” the evil voice responded.

Jeff continued to chant. We were in the eye of a storm in my own home. I saw things I didn’t want to see. People writhing in pain, world-wide disasters. Were these visions things that had already happened, or a preview of what was yet to come. I grew dizzy……..the phone rang.

Everything stopped moving. Jeff stopped chanting. The dark fog that filled the room faded away.

“Answer the phone,” Jeff said, as thought nothing had happened.

“What?”

“The phone, answer it, it’s the vicar!”

I picked up the phone. “Lucy, I think I’ve found someone to help us with your problem. Can you take the day off work tomorrow. I think we’re running out of time.”

I gulped, “Yes, I’ll call in sick.”

I put the phone down and looked at Jeff, who was packing his canvas bag. How did he know who was calling?

“What the hell just happened?” I asked.

“We’ve begun our fight against the evil that haunts you. We have quite the battle on our hands. It seems you owe it your life.”

I looked around me, everything was still neatly in place. No sign of the chaos I’d just witnessed, except a scattering of dark feathers on the rug. Jeff followed my gaze and walked over to them. “We have to keep working at this. Whenever you see a dark feather, burn it. It weakens her.”

He gathered the feathers, counting them as he did so. There were seven. He dropped them in the sink and put a match to them. The odor they emitted as they burned smelled of decaying flesh. I covered my mouth and nose while Jeff washed away the ashes.

“Please will you stay with me tonight?” I asked.”I’m scared!”

Jeff smiled, “I’m moving in for a while, it’s not safe for you to be alone anymore.”

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Back to my Roots

When I published my two short stories I used Smashwords,and sold quite a few copies. Because Smashwords was new and Amazon was bigger and much more established I decided to use Amazon exclusively. I did pretty well on sales at first, but then got lost in the billions of bigger, better and more recognized authors.

As an unknown I’ve decided to give Smashwords a try again, why wouldn’t I. It converts my books to just about any type of eReader out there giving me a much wider audience. Dead of July is $3.99 on both Smashwords and Amazon. 

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Marianna was on her knees next to me, still gripping the belt with one hand. Quick as a flash, she brought up her other hand, fist clenched, ready to punch me in the face. I raised my arm and blocked her. She was strong. I thought my arm would break. Tugging the belt out of my grasp, she prepared to swing it again. I fell to the ground with my hands clasped behind my head, trying to protect myself, waiting for the next blow. She wasn’t used to someone fighting back and I could tell her temper was bubbling out of control. I know she meant to kill me.

Ghost of a Chance

 

 

 

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My three books!

I attended a two-day Author conference this weekend. It was ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT! It was also very exhausting with so much information I thought my head my explode. I learned so much from brilliant people like Guy Kawasaki, Penny Sansevieri, Joan Stewart and many other seasoned writers and social media experts.

There are many things I have taken away from this experience and one of them is to write for the ‘RIGHT REASONS’.

Many writers make huge amounts of money, but there is only a ‘Ghost of a Chance’ of that happening to me. In fact I will be lucky to break even after publishing my books, but it doesn’t matter because the reason I write is to enrich people’s lives.

I am not a great philosopher, and you won’t learn anything from my books, but they may help you escape to another world for a while. They will entertain you and that in itself is an achievement.

My first novel ‘Dead of July’ will be released later this year, hopefully in September Preview Dead of July. I know you will enjoy reading it.

My first short story, ‘Guy at the Bar’ is currently in re-hab and will be re-released in November.

My second book ‘Girl on the Beach’ is still available, but not for long. As I continue along the path as a writer, I have become a perfectionist and my first two books weren’t quite perfect. When they are re-released, the will be.

OVER FIFTY THOUSAND COPIES ‘GIRL ON THE BEACH HAVE ALREADY BEEN DOWNLOADED

Pigeons, Time and my Life Fly By

Wood PigeonI am awakened by the sound of Wood Pigeons. I smile and roll over snuggling into my warm bed. It’s Saturday so I am in no hurry to move.

No school today. My mum only works for a couple of hours on a Saturday morning and will be home soon. We always enjoy breakfast together before getting ready for the one o clock bus into Darlington.

Saturday is shopping day. First stop is ‘Pietro’s’ where my mum gets her hair fixed. Pietro is a very handsome Italian, he makes my mum blush, and that makes me laugh. Next stop Woolworth’s, where I always get a treat. We wander around the ‘covered in market’ for Yorkshire Curds, meat and whatever else takes our fancy, and we finish up in the Co-op.

Sometimes we buy fish and chips and eat them on the way home.

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I like shopping with my mum in Darlington. I love the little village of Summerhouse, my home.

Finally I open my eyes, ready to enjoy the day.

Something isn’t right. I rub my eyes and look again.

This isn’t my cozy bedroom in Summerhouse. It’s a lovely room, but not mine, or is it?

I see white wooden shutters on the windows with a green and gold chaise beneath them. I look towards the double doors leading out to the stairs, and the vaulted ceiling of the room beyond.

This is a lovely house, but it isn’t Summerhouse, this is Colorado.

It’s not 1963 anymore and I am not six years old.

In what seems the ‘blink of an eye’ the years flew by. Where did they go?

The year is 2013 and I am old. My mum passed away a long time ago.

The Wood Pidgeon is still outside, but I think he is mocking me now.

 

 

The Other Side

Some of us believe and some of us don’t. I’m talking about ‘the other side, the Spirit World’.

I didn’t wake up one morning and decide “I am going to see a ghost today,” just happened.

My first premonition happened soon after. I had a very vivid dream. A couple of days later someone described my dream to me, or so I thought, until I realized they were talking about a current event.

Ever walked into an empty room and known you weren’t alone? I have!

Sometimes, before I am introduced to someone for the first time, I know their name.

Sorry if this sounds a little far-fetched, and maybe it is, but I am not lying, I am telling you about my life.

For a period of time, when I drove home from work, I would get an awful gut wrenching feeling as I passed one particular area. It was so intense it made me feel sick. I wanted pull over and investigate, but daren’t. It doesn’t happen anymore, not since there was an awful accident. A young man lost his life.

Maybe all of us have the ability to ‘see’ and ‘feel’ things, but only some of us are open to it. I just know it’s part of me and it always has been. I can’t control it, even though I wish I could. I can’t see my mum, who passed away in 2002. I talk to her though, and I know she hears me, but I can’t see her.

My ‘gift’ inspired me to write, and share some of my experiences with you. I have written a couple of short stories, one of which is for sale on Amazon and Smashwords. It’s not perfect, but I had to start somewhere. ‘Girl on the Beach’ is a story about a little girl who had a premonition. The ‘little girl’ of course is me. If you read it, remember it is written about the experiences of a seven-year old.

I am currently working on the edit of my first full length novel ‘Dead of July’, which I am hoping to publish this year.

Shake Yourself Down and Start all Over Again – I CAN DO THAT

This week has been one for the record books on SO many levels. Seriously!

It’s Thursday and the week is almost over. I am sipping a glass of red wine, looking out at a beautiful sunset over the Rocky Mountains and counting my blessings. I have a lovely home, a good husband and a beautiful daughter, so I am indeed blessed.

I have recovered from the set back with my book. My editor did have personal issues that were making things difficult for her. Yes I still feel hurt because I trusted her and feel somewhat let down, but I did learn a great deal from her and I know she is a good person. I hope things work out for her. In the meantime, I believe I have found someone else to work with, and I am editing the latter part of my book before I give it to her. I think I am better and stronger from my experiences. They will make me a better writer. Life is too short to hold grudges, so I appreciate all I have learned and as the song says I am going to ‘Pick myself up, shake myself down and start all over again’. My book my not be on the market as soon as I had hoped, but it will be a book that I can be proud of.

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