Spirit Faces, Part IV of Forget Me Nots & The Writer & Her Ghost

Hello,

I have another video for you.  This time I captured more spirit faces and orbs flying around them.  See how many you can spot.  Let me know if you see anything else that I haven't noticed.  Remember you can see all the videos I have taken so far on my Youtube Channel.

I have also posted Part IV of Forget Me Nots below.  But I want to tell you about another Ghost Romance I am currently planning.  The Writer & Her Ghost is going to be a series of murder mystery adventures with a gentle twist of humour.  It features an author and a male ghost who was her past life husband and now comes in to her life to protect and assist her as she investigates murders with a supernatural element in the English countryside.  I will be posting an excerpt soon.

Happy Reading & Enjoy Your Weekend!

Sara






Forget Me Nots Excerpt Part IV

Chapter Four

It was late but Clarissa didn’t want to stop working on the book.  If she kept writing and focused on her work she could block out the day, her pain and the ghost.  Her hands shook as they travelled fast across the keyboard typing up the notes she had made at her last visit at Goldwater’s Archive.  Frustrated tears welled and trickled down her cheeks.  Still she kept going.  Adrenaline was pumping fast and was keeping her tiredness at bay but she couldn’t evade sleep forever.  Eventually it would catch up with her.  It was already 2am.

Something, maybe a feeling, impulse or even a need drew her eyes towards the vase of Forget Me Nots sitting on the table.  She picked it up and studied the intricate detail of the tiny flowers with their delicate blue petals and shiny yellow centres.  A warmth spread over her body and relaxed her tense shoulders lowering them to their normal level.  She remembered Candace’s words about their being another spirit being present to protect her.  Tomorrow was going to be a big day.  Whether she liked it or not she needed some rest even if she only managed to doze off for an hour.

Sleeping in her bed seemed a daunting prospect but then the sofa was lumpy and extremely uncomfortable for sleeping on.  She would have to brave it.  A creaking noise caught her attention.  Clarissa’s head shot up from the flowers seeking it out.  Nothing.  She let out the breath that caught in her throat.  It was so dark in the kitchen despite the gloomy light and now she’d stopped typing she could hear every movement and groan the eighteenth century cottage made.  It didn’t help that the wind had picked up outside.  It whistled around the walls and blew a draught through the keyhole in the door.  Rushing back to the cottage after seeing Candace the air had felt heavy, hot and humid.  The swollen dark clouds ploughing across the sky to hide the sunshine had threatened both rain and the promise of a thunderstorm.  She hoped it wasn’t going to kick off now.

Clarissa rechecked the door to make sure it was still double locked.  It was a futile act it wasn’t like she could keep Hendrick out.  She put her half finished mug of tea in the sink and reluctantly made her way up the small winding stairs to the bedroom.  There must be a way to get rid of Hendrick.  She would never give up.  She couldn’t afford to or she would go mad.

Clarissa switched on all the lights upstairs and dressed for bed, her eyes darting back and forth across the bedroom watching for signs of Hendrick’s presence.  It wasn’t until she was brushing her teeth did she hear the first rumble of thunder.  She shuddered.  So there was going to be a storm after all.

Brushing her teeth in the harsh electric light emanating from around the rectangular mirror above the sink, Clarissa fancied she could see shadows behind her in the darkness.  Every moment she waited for Hendrick to appear and pounce.  It was exhausting and tiredness suddenly began to creep up on her.  It warred with her need to keep her body and mind on constant alert.  This was what the bastard wanted. 

Taking courage from her determination not to let him win she walked back in to the bedroom, past her suitcase already packed for the morning and got in to bed.  Out of the blue, bright white light lit up the whole room swamping the dim light from the two lamps on either side of the bed on nightstands.  Clarissa tensed and waited for the noise to follow.  The thunderclap was loud and strong enough to make the whole cottage vibrate with the noise.  Clarissa immediately reached for the small brown bottle at her side filled with anti-anxiety medication and for a glass of water she’d left there from the night before.  Dismissing its age she swallowed the tablet with a large gulp of water and then stretched over to the opposite side to retrieve her electronic tablet.

Sitting up in bed she distracted herself from the approaching storm by going online.  She glanced at the Forget Me Nots and decided to do a search to see if they were a symbol for some sort of psychic message.  Clarissa found a Youtube video.

“Forget Me Nots were a symbol of love enduring through death and beyond for the Victorians,” the presenter said. 

A tear formed in her eye.  Lovingly she stroked her stomach remembering the swell that had once dwelled there.

“I will never forget you,” she whispered down at it.

The room illuminated once more.  This time it was stronger.  Everything had become visible as though it were daylight.  Her jaw clenched.  The storm was getting closer.  She covered her ears to block out the sound and then came up with the idea of listening to one of her audiobooks.  She played them often to help her sleep.  Three flashes of light came in quick succession prompting her in to movement.  She snatched the string of headphones from the side and quickly plugged them in.  Snuggling down she started to listen to one of her favourite fun SyFy adventures to block out the frightening noise.  The soothing Scottish lilt of the author coupled with the effect of her medication beginning to take effect allowed Clarissa to drift off in to a light sleep.

A while later she woke with a start sitting up in bed with a small cry.  The storm was directly overhead and raging.  Her eyes scanned the room automatically for intruders.  For a moment she was sure she could see something moving around at the bottom of the room but she couldn’t be sure.  She would need to put on the main light. 

Moving to get up she was brought to a quick stop when after a strong piercing flash of lightening, all the lights she’d left on upstairs to give herself the illusion of feeling safe went out.  Thunder crackled and ripped through the air intensifying the sudden frightening claustrophobic black all around her making her feel vulnerable. 

This time she was damn sure something moved in the corner of the room.  She swore she could make out the outline of a man and there was an odd odour of smoke.  Her heart threatened to leap in to her throat.  A ball of white energy streaked through the room lighting it and confirmed her suspicions.  Hendrick’s cruel smile came in to view.  He leaned casually against the wardrobe and took a drag from a cigarette.  He lowered it to flick ash on to the carpet before inserting in to his mouth again.  She realised he had been there all the time watching her ever since she’d first gone to bed.

As the room darkened again the urge to run overwhelmed her and pushed her in to action.  Throwing off the covers as she pulled out her earplugs her legs were in mid swing off the bed when Hendrick appeared by her side.  The room became daylight again.  Hendrick immediately placed the burning end of his cigarette on to her the soft flesh lining her bare thigh just below her night shorts, paralysing her movement.

Clarissa screamed with the hot sting but her distress was lost underneath the thunder.  Her cries induced Hendrick to push it down further and to move the end around to spread the pain and increase the burn.  Vainly she tried to remove his hand scratching at it with her nails but it just made him laugh.

Eventually the ghost stood and tossed the cigarette butt to the floor.  Clarissa held her thigh and rocked back and forth to soothe her pain.  She wiped at the tears streaming down her face.  But a new terror was to consume her.  She heard the sound of material rustling.  When the light hit the room again Hendrick was undoing his trousers.  Before she could run he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back down on the bed mounting her quickly.

Clarissa fought him with every once of strength she had.  Her fists pounded at his arms even as she wondered how he had enough energy to attain physical form. His naked penis rubbed at her thigh making her want to vomit.  She cried out in terror. 

Hendrick was clearly annoyed with her refusal to bend to his will and lying still.  He raised himself off her to deliver a sharp slap to her face dazing her.  She was done for.  But then the silhouette of a man appeared at the side of the bed.  He lunged for Hendrick and dragged him kicking off her body and threw him down on the floor.  Hendrick stood quickly and the two men began fighting crashing in to the door and finally the wardrobe at the bottom of the room.

Clarissa sat up searching them out in the darkness.  Another sheet of light permeated the bedroom and showed the men fighting.  Clarissa strained to see her rescuer’s face but it was too quick and she could only see that he had shiny black hair cut to his neck and he was tall like Hendrick.  He was also clothed in a Victorian frock coat that had connotations of the English upper class. He delivered a hard punch to Hendrick’s jaw.  As the light faded on both of their images vanished and the room was still again.  To her relief the lights came back on.

Clarissa rested her body back against the headboard and put her hand to her head trying to calm herself.  Her thigh was throbbing.  Hobbling she made her way to the bathroom and fumbled around in a drawer to find some antiseptic cream to cover the wound with.  Now if she could only stop shaking.  Returning to the bed she noticed the room felt warm, pleasant even.  The constant cold chill she felt in there had disappeared.  Now something calm and secure filled it.  It was the same feeling she’d experienced when picking up the vase of Forget Me Nots downstairs in the kitchen.  Wanting to surround herself with more of it she picked up the vase and held it to her chest as though it were some kind of shield protecting her.

A unfamiliar sense of contentment swept over her soothing the pain she endured from her thigh and the fear in her mind.  Remaining sitting up, she pulled the covers around her and allowed her tired eyes to close as she clutched at the small vase.  Growing more and more relaxed after her ordeal and realising she was no longer alone in her fight against Hendrick, thus allowing Clarissa to begin to fall asleep.  Just before she slipped in to her dream world her eyes flickered open.  At the bottom of her bed in the shadows her protecting ghost stood watching her closely with folded arms as the storm started to recede.  He was guarding her, she could feel it.  His strong energy swirled around the room and for the first time she believed nobody including Hendrick could get near to hurt her anymore.  She wanted to sit up and talk to him, see his face and learn about him but sleep claimed her tired body.

Clarissa’s guard moved forwards.  He sat on the bed next to her and took the vase of Forget Me Nots out of her hand to place them on the nightstand.  Slipping his arm around her back he lowered her down on to the bed to rest her head on the pillow in a more comfortable position.  After tucking the covers around her he turned his body to lie on the bed next to her.  His arm wound around her middle pulling her towards him and with a quick loving kiss of her forehead he closed his eyes and fell asleep with her.