More Spirit Orbs & Faces On Video & Forget Me Nots Chapter Three

Hello,

Yes, I have another video from my Youtube channel of Spirit Orbs and Faces.  Lol.  See if you can spot the face on the blanket on the bed and the one on the wardrobe.  Let me know if you see anything else!  As I said yesterday this has become a nightly occurrence and it is as if they want to be on camera and video. :)

I also have chapter three of, Forget Me Nots, my Ghost Romance based on some of my own ghostly experiences and dealing with the mystery of past lives and enduring eternal love between two people.  The words are really flowing on this one so it won't be long before it is finished and I search for a suitable publisher.

Happy Reading!

Sara

Forget Me Nots Excerpt Part III

Chapter Three

Around mid afternoon, Clarissa decided to take a trip in to town.  The rented cottage proved to feel stifling and claustrophobic after the morning’s events and after Liz’s continual nagging for her to seek help from a Psychic Medium, she finally found the will to leave her lap top and go out in to the world amongst the living.

As she walked around the small old Lakeside town nestled between the hills in a valley she couldn’t help feel as though she were being watched and followed.  It had to be the ghost.  Determined not to let his stalking frighten her she did her best not to keep looking for signs of his presence.  After some diligent searching and a detour in a book shop, Clarissa found  a Psychic Medium to consult in the back of a crystal shop in one of the old eighteenth century buildings next to a coaching inn.

The surprisingly large shop was filled to the brim with Angel & cards, Angel ornaments and crystals.  Somewhere a Sandalwood incense stick burned relaxing the atmosphere in the building.  Flycatchers of all different colours and sizes hung down from the ceiling over tables and glass cabinets filled with green, pink and purple crystals.  Glancing around, Clarissa was convinced just about every type and colour of crystal was represented.  Lovely as they were, it made the place look a little cluttered and she itched to tidy it up.

The shop was warm and inviting.  She felt safe and prayed the cold chill feeling usually surrounding her from the ghost could not follow her in.  Looking back, as the woman had led her in to the room at the back, she had spied the ghost standing outside the window looking in.  On making eye contact with her he moved to the door.  Clarissa held her breath.  But when he tried to move his transparent form through the glass door he hit a solid wall.  Clarissa gave him a triumphant smile amused by the blind frustration tightening his features when he tried to repeat the process.  It was like watching a vampire in a movie attempting to cross the threshold of a house he hadn’t been invited in to. The shop was protected.  Turning her back on him she followed the woman.

Clarissa sat down on one side of a small trestle table on a black wicker chair complete with a purple cushioned seat and another for the back.  The chair made a crunching sound every time she moved making her resolve to sit still.  The whole room was painted and dressed in spiritual purple and black.  The pretty woman in her thirties, a trifle younger than Clarissa’s early forties even though anyone would pitch Clarissa as the younger one had something of the witch about her.  She was friendly and Clarissa immediately warmed to her feeling at ease.

Candace picked up a pack of tarot cards up from the black velvet cloth covering the table.  They were black too and had white pentagrams on the the back of them.  She gave them to Clarissa.

“Give them a good shuffle.”

Clarissa did as she was told and after some extensive shuffling she handed the pack back to Candace.  The Medium spread them out on the table cloth in a fan shape next to a lit lavender candle.  Clarissa inhaled deeply loving the soothing scent and made a mental note to buy one and burn it before she went to bed that night to help her sleep.

“Now choose five of them.”

Clarissa was surprised when she could see small pin pricks of white light guiding her as to which cards to choose.  Both confused and intrigued she followed the guidance of the small lights and picked the cards the lights landed on.

She was unable to see the pictures on the cards as Candace turned the first of them over. To see them she would have to peer over and she didn’t want to appear rude.  Anyway, she doubted whether or not she would be able to decipher the indicate meanings from the beautiful pictures on them. 

“Have you had a reading before?” Candace asked her.

“A girl at University once used me to practice reading on with tarot cards.  But she wasn’t very confident.  She said she couldn’t read me at all.  It was like I wasn’t there.  I don’t think she was any good,” she smiled.

“No,” the  Medium shook her head but Clarissa didn’t miss the confused expression on her face.

It crossed Clarissa’s mind to tell the woman everything about what had been happening first but she decided to see what she came up with first before she blurted out her SOS.

Candace looked down at the first card.

“I see you have two men in your life.”

“No.”

“Yes you do.  One is from your distant past and the other is new.  The second seeks to protect you.”

“There are no men in my life.  At least no one I am having a relationship with.”

“That is false.  You are lying to yourself.”

Clarissa’s back straightened with annoyance.  She was about to remonstrate with Candace when she spoke again.

“There is a man in spirit.  He will not leave you in peace.”

“Yes.  Who is he?”

“I don’t know.  But he plays with darkness.”

The woman shivered.

“His energy makes me feel very cold.”

Clarissa whirled around in her chair.

“He’s here?”

But she could see nothing.

“You mustn’t fear him anymore, I am being told.  The second man is here now.  He will keep you safe.  He has been searching for you for a very long time.  Trust him.  He is present in your life purely for you.  He asks if you like the Forget Me Nots he gave you?”

Clarissa’s thoughts drifted back to the small vase of Forget Me Nots back on her kitchen table.  She smiled fondly and to her surprise felt the unexpected onset of a blush.

“Yes.  Thank you.  They are very pretty.”

Part of her was relieved there was someone declaring they were there to protect her and if she was honest she was flattered by the attention even if it messed with her resolve to remain alone and keep a ban on men in her life.

“I can’t get a name for this man.  He tells me they are your favourite wild flowers.  You used to pick them in the meadow just outside the farm you used to live in with him in as a child in a previous life.”

At first Clarissa could only remember picking wild flowers with her mother in the English countryside.  But slowly the image began to transform in to another hazy memory.  She was no longer a thirteen year old but a girl of ten dancing and skipping through the meadow.  The green English countryside turned more yellow in its colour.  A boy slightly older than herself held her hand and laughed at her.  She tried to see his face but it was always mysteriously turned from her.  It was brief and fleeting, the happy feeling accompanying the scene in her mind fading quickly leaving her back in the room with her fear of the spirit.

Candace turned over another card and contemplated the picture on it.

“This man loves you intensely.  I would even go as far as to say he believes you belong to him and he does not want you to be with anyone else, even a living person.  I have never come across this before.  How strange!  But it is such a warm loving energy.  I wouldn’t be frightened of it.”

Clarissa raised her eyebrows.

“I don’t intend to belong to anyone.  Can you tell me anymore about the dark energy around me.  Who is he?  What does he want?”

It was time to turn over another card.  Candace screwed up her nose as she looked down at it.  The lavender candle burning in the middle of the table in a purple holder flickered strongly and then became still.

“I can’t see who he is.  Both men are hiding their faces from me for some reason.  This is very confusing.  Spirits usually want to show you their face, eager for you to recognise them.  I think a lot of information is deliberately being held back from you.  This is a problem you must work out for yourself for some reason.  It is all I can think of.  Both men have been with you all of your lives.”

Candace paused and revealed the fourth card.  Clarissa’s heart began to pump hard and fast with anxiety when she saw the woman’s face pale and then turn ashen as though she had been slapped across the cheek with the colour.

“The dark energy is very angry with you.  I don’t like him at all.  He is very strong.  There is deep evil around him.  I don’t think I want to delve any further.”

“Please you must.  I have to know who he is and how to get rid of him.  I can’t keep living like this.”

The candle flickered again and this time didn’t stop.  The familiar coldness which indicated the ghost’s presence grew stronger and filled the room from behind.  Clarissa trembled.  She closed her eyes hoping somehow that when she opened them again he might have disappeared.

Why didn’t I keep my stupid mouth shut?

“I don’t think you will ever be able to get rid of him.  He has always been with you.  The last life you were together was in the late 1800s in the United States.  Don’t ask me anymore.”

Candace took a breath as though she were finding it difficult to breathe.

“We have to stop the reading.  I can feel him here.  It is all around my throat.  My God he has a rope around my neck.  He hung you.”

Clarissa watched the ghost materialise behind Candace.  She was right. He held a hangman’s noose around her neck and was pulling it tight.

“Stop it,” she screamed.

“Naughty girl.  She isn’t going to be able to help you.  I am with you forever, honey.  Get used to it,” he told her with a grin tightening the rope even more.

“I can’t breathe.  My shop is well protected.  He shouldn’t have been able to get through.  It’s you.  He’s attached to you,” Candace panted clutching her hands at her throat.  “You brought him in here.  I want you to leave now.  I can’t breathe.”

Clarissa stared frozen to the spot with horror watching the ghost strangle the Medium.

“Do as she says, Clarissa.  There’s a good girl.  Or I will kill her.  Believe me I can.  Don’t make the mistake of underestimating me.  I was just playing with you in the shower.”

“Leave please and take him with you,” the woman begged.

Clarissa scrabbled to her feet and ran from the room.  She heard the ghost call after her.

“By the way my name is Hendrick.  James Hendrick.  Time to start remembering me, Clarissa.”