Hi there. I have a new book published perfect for all thos spook-craved fans. First the instroduction page:
Here is a book of short stories. I made it into two books actually.
In the first book called NIGHTMARES:
Lisa is falling down some hole. Where is she? What has happened? She remembers she was so unhappy and wanted to end it all. She then recalls she had actually taken the plunge, death and this was the afterlife!
Dale finds himself after trying to get his father settled in a nursing home that things have changed, especially at the old house that he stops off to stay the night.
Weird things begin to happen to him and he finds he can't leave town. What is going on?
These stories ride into each other like a novel. Find out what Dale and Lisa have in common...
Cayenne Tucker is trying to sell her albums and find out what deal she makes that will cost her more than she bargains..
Wherever here is that all 3 persons find themselves in, can they find a way back out. Find out in this absolute thriller!
BOOK TWO inside this book is called DECEPTIONS:
First Story: ANNA SHAY’S CHOICE - About Abortion
Second Story: HUMAN BONDAGE - A woman goes to sleep every night and wakes up in ****. Another night she goes to sleep and wakes up in heaven. What is going on?
Third Story: SAVED - A man goes to be paid for medical research but he gives up more than he ever bargained for.
Fourth Story: JUDGED - A woman is judged in the afterlife but you just won't believe who her judge is. Find out!
Ok, so now for the good stuff. I am going to share chapter 1 of the first story with you, so here goes...
Look at the picture now. Is it moving?
Chapter 1: The House
Dale awoke and something just didn't seem right. He tried to remember. A terrible hole he had been falling, it seemed to go on forever. Him falling.
He then shook the nightmare from his brain as he got out of his sleeping bag. He was moving to San Francisco to a new job, and to take care of his father's house.
Since Dad was in a nursing home now, he needed to sell it instead of living there cause he sure needed the money more.
He rolled up his tent. Images of falling down that hole again plagued him and it seemed so real!
But then he was back again on good old planet Earth, or should I say, on top of.
What was happening to him? He tried to recall something now. His van had wrecked. It had been terrible.
It had rained hard last night and he knew he should of pulled over. His van went over a cliff. He looked over at it and there it was, in tact.
Still, he got this sensation that he had died last night. But here he was. He seemed very much alive and well. He didn't seem dead, unless he was in an after-life now.
He got a chill and it suddenly seemed very hot here. He decided to shake off those feelings. They were not real. He had to get back on the road.
He wanted to get his dad and take him to see the old house one last time.
His dad lived in San Francisco in a nursing home. A trusted care facility. His dad had arthritis so bad. Dale's parents split after he had grown up and got his own place. He never went to see Dad or the old house he had renovated.
When he drove into the city limits it all seemed so deserted.
Where was everybody? Not a soul around. It was very hazy and hot out. The humidity was terrible. The worst he'd ever known, and it stank.
He decided to go to the nursing home to get his dad. Only there wasn't a soul around when he got there. "Where is everyone?" he asked calling for help.
"They all left sir because of a chemical spill," said an orderly now. Dale felt relief beyond words that he finally saw someone.
But the black man's face turned suddenly very hideous, then back to normal again. "T-tell my dad I will be back t-tomorrow," Dale said then high-tailed it out of there.
Gave him the creeps! Maybe that was it. He was hallucinating due to the chemical spill. That was it! It was why he felt so strange.
"No it's not Dale! Your in ****!" a terrible voice beyond words then came at him.
Suddenly he was back to falling down that endless hole of fire. Dale screamed.
When he became aware again he was standing right at the bottom of the outside stairway that led up to his dad's old house he used to live at. "How'd I get here?" he barked and looked around. There his van was, parked close by at the curb.
He did not recall driving here. "I must be losing my mind," he now said. He decided maybe it was not safe staying here with the chemical spill. But when he tried to start his van it wouldn't turn over. He had no choice but to go up to the house now.
The house was old and run down looking. In blunter terms it gave him the creeps.
He sure wasn't looking forward to staying here for the next couple of weeks or months it took to sell, and to make matters worse because of the chemical spill, who knew how long until they got it cleaned up enough where anyone would want to buy this place. He was afraid he'd just get struck with it.
He felt a terrible dread come over the place as the sun set, but it wasn't as if the sun had ever been out exactly in the first place.
It had been hazy and very overcast all day. No blue sky. Oh yes, and the heat. It was so hot!
He was thirsty and tried to get some water out of the sink's tap but it tasted funny. He spilled it back out. It was too warm as well.
Nothing worse than hot, nasty tasting water when your thirsting for cold, crystal clear.
He heard horrible sounds throughout the night. The lights worked but they seemed so dim compared to the black.
Maybe it was not the lights that were at fault but the darkness was so intense. He'd never known night-time to literally suck the light out of the bulbs. But that's what it seemed like to him.
The darkness was not allowing the light to be very bright.
That next day he got a call from his father saying to come get him and take him out of the care facility.
"I can't. The van won't start. I'll have to find a mechanic today Pop," Dale told him but he was so happy to hear his father's voice.
"This is **** son. No one can escape," the old man shocked Dale next by saying.
"I'll find a way to escape from this place now that I know your at the house. We have a better chance at combating **** if we're together," his father said then hung up.
"Pop? What you saying? Pop?" Dale barked into the phone. What was that all about?
Dale went to hike back to town to try to find a mechanic's station open. He couldn't help but get that feeling that someone was watching him.
He had no luck so he went back to the house.
"Hello son," he heard and about jumped out of his skin. His father had come to the house! There he sat in his chair.
"Dad, how'd you get here? Did someone from the care facility bring you here?" Dale asked.
"No, I told you I would escape. They'd never lift a finger to help me. All they do from day one of arriving here is torment me," his father told him. He looked all scarred up like he'd had several wounds that just didn't heal right.
Dale then had the strongest memory now, of going to his father's funeral!
He remembered the care facility had called and said his dad had died. Trying to escape. He had been hit by a car.
Dale then told his dad this. "Well as you can see I'm alive!" his pop harped.
Was it a dream? Had Dale dreamed his father had died? He shook his head and shrugged. Perhaps he had dreamed it last night. Had to have.
"Make sure you lock up good and tight tonight son, this is a mean place in the day-time, it's even worse at night," his father said then went up to bed.
Dale told his dad that tomorrow he'd walk him back to the care facility.
"Just let me stay in my house. I'll keep escaping to come here so you might as well let me stay. Your gonna need an extra hand if your to survive this place," his dad told him.
That night Dale was awakened by a pounding at the front door. He went downstairs. His father came out from his room. "Don't let whoever that is, in son. These devils like to trick you," his dad said.
Dale turned pale then because, just outside in the foyer that lead to the porch, was his dad asking to come in!
How could that be his dad?! His dad was right here, inside!
Dale looked over at his pop as he came down the stairs. "It's demons son, don't let them in, they are trying to trick you," his father said.
Dale still looked so pale.
The dad in the foyer on the other side of the front door then changed into something hideous looking.
"What's going on?" Dale asked.
"I told you son, we're in ..... ," his father said. (You guess where)
For Book Two DECEPTIONS:
Now I am going to share the last story of this book: The short story is called JUDGED:
I have always been bitter and judgmental. People have done me wrong. I mean really done me wrong. I am not to blame. I have principles. No one else seems to. I am better than the rest.
I do not go out of my way to hurt someone so why should they towards me? I’ve been made fun of probably more than any person that has ever lived on the planet.
I feel only hate for my fellow man.
Today I was just walking down the street minding my own business. It seems I am always minding my own business when people harass me. My own family is my enemy.
I was hit by a truck and died instantly.
I was marched along this narrow white corridor by two husky Angels. My life would be in review!
I never really gave it much thought. I always thought I was the innocent one. I sure hoped it would be better in the hereafter than when I was alive on Earth that's for sure. I believed I’d get a fair Judge.
I was to be judged today on how I lived my life.
I am escorted into this courtroom then. It is just an ordinary looking courtroom. Nothing special about it.
I am asked to go before the Judge now. I freeze right in my tracks! I am frozen in fear!
I see who the Judge is who is going to judge me and my life. I never expected it! The Judge is me! Literally. I mean it. It’s me!
I wonder how I will treat myself? I’ll be good to myself. I always have been. But then I realize the Judge doesn’t recognize me!
The Judge being me only sees everyone I, she, has ever hated in her life. All she, me, sees is those who angered her, mistreated her.
I try to plead with her but I can see she is without sympathy. No empathy do I see on her, my face!
I can’t believe I was that ruthless and unforgiving. “You go to ****!” she says straight at me! Nothing more said. She is not going to give me a second chance. No, not ever.
And I died without knowing the true redeemer who cared for me when I was alive!
Believe it or not but I was really that way in life. Unyielding and unforgiving towards others. This is just a story but you get my meaning.
I am thankful every day that I do know my Redeemer who loved me all my days.
So Lord, thank You for forgiving me of this sin. If left in my own hands I wouldn’t of had a chance of a good eternal life at all.
So now the Judge is looking at you, and it's your turn to be judged... Will you be fair?
Do you know who the Redeemer is? If not than your in BIG trouble!
Place the judging into the Hand of whom it belongs, Jesus will judge not us if we place our trust in His care. We were never hired to judge any at all.
Here is where to purchase this two books in one:
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Have fun reading!