Parallel Dimensions
  
Parallel Dimensions
Published:
8/14/2013
Format:
E-Book (available as PDF files) What's This
ISBN:
978-1-46300-258-9
The secrets of Angie Cartwright, a.k.a. Angel, and her deadly efforts to conceal them force two important family members to trust in their paranormal skills and discover that if one has enough belief in paranormal evens, truth can be found through the world of the unseen. In this twilight zone style of fiction, Angie's boyfriend Joey Smith finds himself in a precarious situation. He is dead and has reincarnated back to life in the form of a raven, making his plight in discovering the reason for his death and the dangers about to overtake his three-year-old son, Jordan-Tyler, even more daunting. With the help from Jordan-Tyler and Angie's psychic sister Theresa, the three join forces with the paranormal. What they discover twists reality into a parallel dimesion which brings life and death as they know it into something greater than the eye can see.
CHAPTER 1 Where am I? He opened his eyes. He could see nothing, nothing but total darkness. As he strained his lids in attempts to better focus on these queer surroundings, still blackness engulfed his vision. All touchable matter appeared to be beyond his sight, lost in abysmal darkness. Oh god, his mind raced. What has happened to me? Why can’t I see? And I am so ungodly cold! Shivering, he attempted to wrap his arms around himself in order to shake off the haunting chill that crushed upon his upper chest. The panic resurfaced, making him lift his arms in defense. However, they too refused to move from their frozen state. Did he still even have arms? Frantically, he looked down at his sides to see if all limbs were still affixed. But again, blackness engulfed him. That was when the fear set in to his already-frozen state. Unable to run, instead he screamed. But no sound escaped from his cold, parched lips. He could not see! He could not speak! He could not move! Oh god, where in the hell am I? Could this be a dream? No, dreams weren’t this real. What has happened to me? Try as he could to recollect the day’s event, only desperate, frenzied thoughts collided within his mind, increasing his sense of claustrophobic terror. Let me out! His mind screamed as his lips would not move. This is totally insane. Yes, I must be having a very, very bad dream. Come on, somebody. He panicked. Please! Wake me up. Pinch me, do whatever, but get me the hell out of here! To control his body from going into hyperventilation, he took several slow, deep breaths, in and out, in and out, to help gain some semblance of control. Calm reasoning was needed in figuring out why the hell he was being held against his will. Still disoriented, he took two more deep breaths. I need to get ahold of myself. If I continue to panic, I will never figure out what is going on. I must just stay calm and think. Think! Think! Think! The immediate question is, where am I and what kind of situation have I got myself into? Letting out several unsteady exhales, he assessed his mental capabilities, which right then seemed to be the only means he had working for him. Concentrating on breathing forced the panic inside to subside. This meditative technique allowed him to again gain composure of his thoughts and begin to decipher his whereabouts. Calm reasoning was the only means of escape from this deadened state because physically nothing else on him seemed to be working. Okay, Joey, he asked himself. What is the last thing you remember? Enlightened just a bit that he had recalled his name, he then asked himself, How did I get in this place I am in? Reaching deep into his memory banks, Joey tried to recall his last coherent moments hoping to help him understand why he was in this terrifying immobile state. A snippet of memory placed before him a vision of green mountainous scenery. Tall wind sculpted evergreens lined the high range of mountains which were viewed as a backdrop to the Pacific Ocean. Without a doubt, Joey knew that he was looking at Deception Ridge, a natural state monument situated along the Oregon Coast. As its name suggests, the meditative tidal pools, labyrinth of rocky slabs, and illuminating green algae could be hazardous if not respected for their beautiful but deceitful qualities. Joey had visited this recreational area many times during his twenty-nine years of life growing up in Foster Bay. The majority of Foster Bay’s small population was made up of fishermen, mostly bachelors. The town was known as the world’s smallest natural operating harbor city, where fishing is the main source of income. Bed- and-breakfasts along with tourist shops come in a close second to cornering the small town’s market revenue. But due to Deception Ridge’s mysterious wonder and meditative qualities, this landmark generates the greatest local and tourist traffic for the outdoor adventurer. Joey, being a certified climber, had on two separate occasions successfully climbed the north face of the ridge’s looming rock cliffs overlooking awesome tidal pools and clandestine caves hidden from the average onlooker. The eroding landmark is considered the most hazardous rock formation in the Pacific Northwest for hiking or climbing. In that flash of recalled greenery, Joey spotted something odd, Jordan- Tyler, his two-year-old son. Joey addressed his boy JT for short. By all universal standards, JT was Joey’s entire existence, his reason for life. And here was his cherished toddler standing alone on this dangerous rock formation. Joey flinched in his restricted space at seeing his son by himself, unsupervised. What the hell is going on? How did JT get out on that ridge alone without any adult supervision? My boy is way too young to be out there all by himself, let alone playing so close to that ledge. Shit, one wrong step and it could be all over for him. He watched as his small son stood dangerously close to the mountain’s edge. From the expression on the boy’s face, something threatening caused the child to retreat backward toward the edge, inching away from whatever it was that was giving him the spooks. Mentally, Joey yelled as he could do nothing else. Stop, JT, stop! Look behind you! You are about to fall! The small boy was oblivious to his father’s telepathic warning. Panicking, Joey looked into his son’s fearful eyes to see what creature mirrored back. That didn’t work! What Joey saw instead was the reflection of his self. Shrrack! A deafening blow was felt against the back of his head. Prior to losing consciousness, pain spiked through the center of Joey’s cranium, diffusing all brain matter. Joey blacked out. For how long a time, he was unsure. But in that moment of brief unconsciousness did he become aware of an angry force thrusting him out into undefined space. The weight of his torso spiraled repeatedly in slow motion like a useless, unloved rag doll being tossed to toy-box demise. Gravity pulled Joey downward with increasing momentum. His battered remains struck sharply against each ridge-protruding rock which deceptively reached out to break his fall, but instead broke the discarded rag doll’s back, arms, and neck. Mother of God, is this my end? Terror overcame any concept of pain left in Joey’s falling, battered remains. From high above, Joey could hear the hollow cries of his son’s echo across the coastal waters. “Dayee. Dayee. Come bawk. No. No. I wan Dayee. Dayee!” his boy wailed. Desperately, Joey conveyed his last testament upward toward his son, hopefully to God as well, as his body continued to rapidly plunge down, down, down in slow motion. “I love you, Jordan-Tyler. Don’t be afraid. I will always . . .” In the last seconds of life, the imprint of a dark form holding on to his shrieking child shadowed Joey’s final memory. Before he had time to gather any last thoughts about the thing holding on to his son, Joey’s fragile body imploded against the earth below and darkness prevailed.
Lisa Graziano left her professional career as a project manager to author a series of paranormal novels. The idea for her first novel, Parallel Dimensions, is fictionally based on her experience with paranormal events over the years. Adding to her resume, in 2007 New Dominion Pictures picked up a true life ghost story Lisa had written for a web site. This story, Ghost Soldier aired in 2007 on the Discovery Channel's series "A Haunting" and continues to run. Along with writing, Lisa is an avid fan of ghostly haunts and has an obsession with staying in haunted hotels. Lisa lives in Hill Country Texas just outside of San Antonio with her husband, dog, cat and several property ghosts. The sequel to Parallel Dimensions is scheduled for distribution the end of 2013. Visit at her website www.ghostlyreads.com
 
 


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