Man In Black With Wedding Ring On Watching Over Me & Forget Me Nots Part VII

Hello,

This is your nightly visit to the strange and spooky!!  I appear to be contributing to the Men In Black legend whether I like it or not.  I have another video for you tonight as well as Part VII of Forget Me Nots.

The video is of the (yes I can't believe I am saying this!!) Men In Black.  It actually shows one with a wedding ring on who I have come to regard as my Spiritual Guide and who appears to be watching over me.

I have kept this hidden for a while but I am seeing these Men In Black more and more on top of other spiritual experiences which include physically seeing spirit not just in mind's eye, trance and much more.  I have a feeling they may be guards from beyond.  I have no other explanation.  Men In Black are always portrayed as security guards with their black suits, ties and sunglasses and I have a feeling it is something to do with my writing.  I wouldn't tell you this if I didn't have video evidence. :)  What do you think?  REMEMBER to keep watching because the face becomes clearer as the video goes on.

Check them out along with Part VII of my Ghost/Past Life Romance, Forget Me Nots.  You can check out all of my spooky videos of Men In Black and Spirit Orbs on my Youtube Channel.

Sleep well and don't have nightmares!!! :)

Sara

Forget Me Nots Excerpt Part VII

They finally reached the boat house.  Brandon took control again and helped her off the boat before leading the small group up the winding gravel path through the trees to his home, Blakely Hall.  Clarissa couldn’t help noticing the carpet of Forget Me Nots scattered around the trees.  As they broached the copse lining the Island in a circumference, Clarissa suddenly felt as though they were all being watched.

Quickly she stopped and swung around expecting to find Hendrick’s cruel handsome face looking at her but there was no sign.  She panted feeling her body break out in to a cold sweat in anticipation of another attack from him.  It had to be him watching them.

But as they emerged in to the neat manicured English garden in front of the large old Victorian building she realised the energy was different.  It wasn’t cold like Hendrick’s.  There was a familiar warmth to it that confused her.  It was as though she knew the spirit.  Her mind drifted to the other male who had come to her rescue the night before but it bore none of his masculine strength.  Instead the energy was gentle, loving, strong in a different sense, feminine.

Clarissa found her eyes drawn back to the trees.  Standing amidst them was a young woman in long black Victorian dress, with long ebony hair caressing her shoulders.  Just like her rescuer, the woman’s face was hidden by the shadows of the trees.  When the woman’s image vanished Clarissa knew she had seen her first ghost on the Island, Sarah Elliott.

She hadn’t seen Brandon come to stand beside her.  He rested his hand on her shoulder making her jump.

“Something wrong?  Are you unwell?”

He tucked his fingers underneath her chin and lifted her face towards him.

“You look a little pale.”

“No.  I’m fine, really.  I just thought I saw something in the trees.”

“Seeing ghosts already, Clarissa?” he smiled slowly lowering her chin.

“Maybe.  I am sure there was something there.”

She shivered prompting Brandon to frown with concern.  He rubbed her shoulder.

“Are you sure you are feeling all right?”

Clarissa nodded.

“I just get this weird feeling I have been here before.”

“Deja Vu?”

“Something like that.”

Another violent shiver racked her body.

“Maybe you have been in a past life,” he teased.  “Or maybe you are just coming down with a chill.  “Come on.  Let’s get you settled in the house and some hot tea.  You will feel better after that.”

His arm loosely around her waist as he shepherded Clarissa up the steps to the first level of the garden and the entrance to the house.

Chapter Eight

The entrance hall was large and dark.  A strong smell of paint mingling with varnish invaded her nostrils as she entered it.  The hall had old world charm with a sweeping staircase but it needed repair.  Something Brandon appeared to be already attending to by the group of paint and decorators in the building.

“Please excuse the mess.  Milton Taylor’s housekeeping left a lot to be desired.  As he got older he refused to pay out for repairs to the house and it is going to take a lot of work to get it back to its former glory.”

Before he could say anymore a small excited male voice shouted.

“Daddy!”

Clarissa followed Brandon’s gaze to the stairs.  Hurried footsteps ran down it.  A boy of five was running to greet them.  A young woman appeared on the stairs behind him.

“Alexander,” she chastised him.  “Don’t run.”

The boy had gorgeous black eyes and shining black hair just like his father’s.  Unexpectedly she found herself yearning for her own lost child and a sob welled in her throat.  She swallowed it quickly and forced her mouth in to a smile as she watched him jump in to his father’s open arms.

“Clarissa, there is someone I want you to meet,” Brandon said lifting Alexander up in to his arms.  “My son, Alexander.”

“Please to meet you, Alexander.”

“Hello.  Is this the pretty lady you told me about on the phone on the aeroplane?”

“Yes.  This is Clarissa.”

“She’s lovely.  Would you like to come fishing with me?  Daddy is going to take me.  You can come with us.”

“Maybe later, Alexander.  Clarissa needs some hot tea.  I don’t think she is feeling very well.”

“I am sure I will feel better after some tea.  I always do.  I would love to come fishing with you,” Clarissa interjected.

“See, Daddy she does want to come with us.”

“All right.  I’ve missed you so much.  I hope you have been good for Katherine and did everything she told you to do.

“Yes, I have.  I promise, Daddy.”

Brandon hugged and kissed his son raising that longing feeling within Clarissa again.  She fought hard to squash it down and made sure she kept the smile tight on her face. 

Alexander looked over his father’s shoulder down at her.  He stared at her.

“You look just like my mummy.  Have you come back to stay mummy?  Are you an Angel?”

Clarissa looked at him startled.  Brandon’s arms tightened and he rested the side of his head against his son’s.  For a moment he was silent and then he told the boy with a slight tremble in his voice,

“No, Alexander.  Clarissa isn’t your mummy.  Mummy is in heaven.  Remember?”

“Can I go and play in the garden?” Alexander suddenly asked ignoring his father.

Brandon nodded.

“I will come out and see you in a while.  We can go fishing after lunch.”

“Ok.”

Alexander kissed his father as he lowered him down to the ground.  Katherine gave Brandon a sympathetic look and took Alexander’s hand to lead him out in to the sunshine and the garden.

Brandon looked uneasily at Clarissa.

“I am sorry about that.  Alexander thinks he sees his mummy everywhere.  Please forgive him.”

“Don’t worry about it.  I will take it as a compliment,” she smiled.  “He is gorgeous.  You didn’t tell me you had a son.  Do you have any other children?”

“No.  Just Alexander.  Come on I will take you to your room,” he suggested as the housekeeper appeared.

The Billionaire directed her in to a large bedroom overlooking the garden.  The housekeeper Miss Tate and the aide carrying her bag followed them.  It was a large room filled with a mahogany four poster bed with red and white silk bedding.  There was a small bathroom off it and a beautiful old dressing table with an oval mirror and a solid silver backed hair brush and comb.  The dull wall paper was peeling a little bit and the place looked like it needed a bit of tender love and attention to restore it.

“Sorry about the decor.  Most of the rooms are in this state of disrepair and this is the best one at the minute, I’m afraid.  It is next on the list to do,” he grinned.

“No problem.”

“I thought you would appreciate the view from this room.  Why don't you get yourself settled in.  I will get some tea sent up.  I have a few calls to make then I can come and collect you to give you a tour of the house then show you the study with all the documents I promised you a look at.  Then we can have lunch and if you still want to, we can go fishing with Alexander.”

“Yes.  Thank you.  I am looking forward to it,” she said gleefully wanting to spend more time with Alexander.  “I haven’t been fishing for ages.”

“Good.  Until later then.”

Clarissa looked around the Victorian room and made her way to the tall window.  The room was stuffy and she wanted to let some air in.  It was an effort to lift the old window but in the end she managed.  She glanced down at the window sill.  There were three old glass ornaments of varying heights decorating it.  She frowned and automatically rearranged them, tallest to the left.

Content she rested her hands on the window sill and leaned out of the window to look out at the garden, over the trees to the lake lapping soothingly at the shore.  She could see the town from this height and it felt strange to see it from this angle.  As her eyes panned back over the garden; a black shape under the oak tree right at the bottom of the wide garden attracted her eye.

On closer inspection she could see it was the woman she’d seen earlier in the trees.  To her horror she was hanging from a tree with a black silhouette standing over her.  He had his back to Clarissa and the woman’s head was bent as she clutched at the rope around her neck, kicking her legs back and forth desperately trying to free herself.  Her long dark hair hid her face but Clarissa knew it was Sarah Elliott.

Suddenly the woman was raising her head and her clothes changed materialising in to ones, Clarissa recognised as her own.  Before the woman completed raising her head she knew exactly what she was about to see.  Her own face stared back at her, deathly white as the kicking stopped and she hung limp, dead.  The silhouette turned his head as though hearing something and then the whole scene dissolved before her eyes and blew away on the breeze.

Clarissa moved back so quickly from the window her sleeve caught one of the ornaments.  It fell to the floor and broke.  She stepped backwards.  Her hand to her mouth and searched the room for Hendrick.  This had to be one of his tricks.  Why had she come to the Island?  For the first time she began to regret her decision to come and investigate Sarah Elliott’s story.  She was getting too close to the truth and someone wanted to scare her off.  Perhaps it was Sarah Elliott herself.

Clarissa rushed to shut the window and pulled the heavy crimson curtains across as though to block out the memory of what she had just witnessed.  it was as though Sarah’s story was invading her own and merging.  The lines between their lives in different times were beginning to blur.  There had to be an answer as to why it was happening.  Maybe she was somehow channelling Sarah’s spirit and she wanted to tell her something.

She put on a lamp and picked up her suitcase and threw it on the bed.  She opened it.  Sarah’s journal lay on top of her clothes.  She’d put there to keep it safe when they made their journey over the water.  The answer had to lie in this.  She sat on the bed and opened it to read the first page.