Welcome to my guest author today, Beverly Rae. She’s got a great blog for us and it is spooky, so read on!
I’ve told my story a few times. First, to my family and then years later to a few select friends. Every so often I might mention something to those who read my blog or check my Yahoo posts. I don’t like to talk about what happened, but sometimes like now, I will.
In the late 90’s, my family and I moved into a new home. Not just new to us, but a completely new built-to-our-specifications home. I was ecstatic.
Or at least I was for the first two months of living in our house. That’s when The Dark Man first appeared.
My daughter (age seven at the time) was the first to see him. She repeatedly told us (Jerry, my husband, and I) that she’d seen someone in her room at night. Oh, sure, we did the usual things like looking under her bed and in her closet along with a quick check to make sure all the doors and windows were locked. Finding nothing, we dismissed her concerns as the product of a nervous child getting to know her new surroundings. But then insomnia struck me. Or so I thought.
Every night I’d wake up, always around three a.m., to the sensation of something─or someone─watching Jerry and I sleep. Every night I’d lie in bed, listening for sounds and glancing at the red light on the panel box that meant the security system was activated. Yet, although I waited for hours, I never saw anything. But I could feel it.
After several more weeks, I woke up, again at three a.m., choking for air. An invisible hand clamped over my face, covering my nose and mouth, blocking my air. I tried to struggle, wanting to fight back, but I was frozen, incapable of moving or screaming. Just as I was beginning to give up, the hand was gone.
I sat up, gasping for air, and turned toward the door to my bathroom. There, standing in the doorway was a man. Although I couldn’t make out his facial features, I could tell that he was dressed in old fashioned clothing including a flowing cape that billowed around him even though there was no breeze. Red eyes glared at me from a darkened face and my heart pounded. I couldn’t move or speak. Instead I just sat there, terrified of what might happen next.
Then he─it?─blinked and vanished.
At last I found my voice and I screamed, waking my husband and daughter. After telling my husband what I’d seen, we spent the rest of the night sleeping on air mattresses in the downstairs living room.
I wanted to leave the house and never moved back in. But my husband─the most supportive and loving man I’ve ever known─didn’t believe me. So we stayed.
The next night a different apparition appeared. The Lady, dressed in the similar old fashioned clothing as The Dark Man, appeared at three a.m. and stood by my bedside, staring down at me. Strange as it may seem, I never feared The Lady. Instead, I felt a comforting presence from her, almost as though she was standing guard over us, keeping The Dark Man away. Whether that was her purpose or not, The Dark Man never came again.
We lived in our home for six years. And for six years, The Lady would show up every night at the same time to watch over us. I saw her at other times around the home, but those times were few and far between.
When we finally moved, I felt an odd sense of loss. By then, The Lady had become a part of my life, and although I was glad to be free of the nightly visits, part of me missed her.
About CLAWED (Wild Things, Book 3) ~
Chloe Long has cleaned up her last mess where her now ex-boyfriend is concerned. Desperate to clear her mind of her last images of him—in her bed with another woman, then with his hand around her throat—she heads for the mountains. The one place that refreshes her spirit.
Conan Cahill’s sojourn in the North Carolina mountains was supposed to be a break from the demands of his bear-shifter people…and the smell of humans. When he discovers a human female secretly sketching his naked body, though, his reaction catches him off guard. Not only does her scent rouse an aching need to touch and taste, her stubborn refusal to give up the drawing makes his body twitch in some very pleasurable ways.
Trapped with Conan in her tent during a storm, all thoughts of sleeping alone fly out of Chloe’s mind. She can’t help but grab something more than forty winks in her sleeping bag. They come together like thunder and lightning, but there’s danger beyond the rain. And the stirring of a love that may not survive their differences.
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