The Healers Chronicles: Origins

Ghost Hunters Mystery Parables

Reeks: Ghost Hunters Mystery Parables

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  • The
  • nightmares
  • galloped
  • roughshod
  • through
  • my
  • dreamscapes.
  • Every
  • night,
  • every
  • nap.During
  • my
  • sleep-interrupted
  • nights,
  • they
  • were
  • waking
  • my
  • husband
  • and
  • even
  • the
  • children
  • sometimes.Not
  • that
  • I
  • could
  • do
  • a
  • lot
  • about
  • them.That
  • morning,
  • I
  • woke
  • up
  • alone
  • in
  • our
  • bed.When
  • I
  • did
  • sleep,
  • it
  • was
  • always
  • a
  • hard
  • one
  • -
  • nothing
  • could
  • wake
  • me.
  • His
  • rising
  • to
  • work,
  • and
  • getting
  • his
  • own
  • breakfast
  • without
  • me
  • -
  • that
  • fueled
  • my
  • discontent.Dressing
  • that
  • morning,
  • I
  • saw
  • the
  • dark
  • circles
  • under
  • my
  • eyes
  • and
  • resolved
  • -
  • something
  • had
  • to
  • be
  • done.
  • Today.Why
  • they
  • were
  • coming
  • had
  • something
  • to
  • do
  • with
  • my
  • amnesia.But
  • I
  • only
  • wished
  • the
  • first
  • memories
  • weren't
  • of
  • my
  • childhood
  • home
  • exploding
  • in
  • flame.Along
  • with
  • the
  • idea
  • I
  • somehow
  • caused
  • all
  • that...Excerpt:Arthur
  • was
  • gone
  • when
  • I
  • woke
  • up.Out
  • of
  • habit,
  • I
  • looked
  • over
  • at
  • the
  • calendar
  • I'd
  • hung
  • on
  • a
  • nail
  • in
  • that
  • wall.
  • It
  • was
  • my
  • 45th
  • birthday.
  • There
  • had
  • been
  • forty-five
  • days
  • since
  • I
  • woke
  • up
  • here,
  • without
  • any
  • past.
  • I
  • was
  • supposed
  • to
  • be
  • dead.
  • But
  • was
  • very
  • much
  • alive.There
  • were
  • two
  • things
  • I
  • was
  • happy
  • about
  • that
  • morning,
  • even
  • though
  • my
  • face
  • wore
  • a
  • frown.One
  • was
  • being
  • alive
  • again.The
  • other
  • was
  • being
  • awake
  • again.My
  • dreams
  • had
  • been
  • more
  • and
  • more
  • depressing
  • and
  • violent.The
  • girls
  • were
  • big
  • enough
  • to
  • sleep
  • in
  • their
  • own
  • room
  • now.
  • So
  • my
  • husband
  • Arthur
  • was
  • the
  • only
  • one
  • I
  • interrupted
  • with
  • my
  • thrashing
  • and
  • yelling.
  • I'd
  • only
  • screamed
  • out
  • loud
  • once,
  • according
  • to
  • him.He
  • wasn't
  • in
  • bed
  • with
  • me.But
  • I
  • could
  • hardly
  • tell
  • where
  • he
  • had
  • slept,
  • since
  • the
  • covers
  • and
  • sheets
  • were
  • all
  • tossed
  • and
  • tangled.
  • Pillows,
  • too.
  • A
  • veritable
  • storm
  • had
  • hit
  • that
  • quiet
  • room.A
  • storm
  • that
  • quit
  • now
  • that
  • I
  • was
  • awake.Rising
  • to
  • dress,
  • I
  • looked
  • at
  • myself
  • in
  • the
  • dresser
  • mirror.Dark
  • circled
  • eyes
  • stared
  • back
  • at
  • me.
  • Disheveled,
  • long
  • black
  • wavy
  • hair.
  • A
  • fright
  • mask,
  • for
  • sure.Meaning
  • I
  • had
  • to
  • do
  • something
  • to
  • fix
  • this.
  • My
  • life
  • couldn't
  • get
  • much
  • worse,
  • so
  • I
  • had
  • nothing
  • to
  • lose.Except
  • two
  • beautiful
  • kids,
  • and
  • a
  • loving,
  • devoted
  • husband.
  • Between
  • them,
  • they'd
  • saved
  • my
  • life
  • and
  • given
  • me
  • something
  • to
  • live
  • for.-
  • -
  • -
  • -I
  • found
  • him
  • at
  • the
  • restaurant.
  • My
  • restaurant.
  • Sitting
  • with
  • his
  • parents,
  • Jim
  • and
  • Sandy,
  • all
  • together
  • for
  • breakfast.
  • All
  • smiling
  • and
  • talking
  • about
  • family
  • things,
  • I
  • imagined.
  • Once
  • I
  • got
  • through
  • the
  • front
  • door
  • with
  • that
  • dinging
  • bell
  • over
  • it,
  • they
  • all
  • looked
  • up
  • at
  • me
  • with
  • those
  • smiles,
  • and
  • I
  • relaxed.I
  • was
  • surrounded
  • by
  • love,
  • which
  • pushed
  • my
  • worries
  • to
  • the
  • back
  • of
  • my
  • mind.Coming
  • over
  • to
  • sit
  • with
  • them,
  • Arthur
  • got
  • up
  • to
  • help
  • me
  • with
  • my
  • chair
  • not
  • that
  • he
  • had
  • to,
  • but
  • that's
  • always
  • appreciated.Some
  • weeks
  • ago,
  • he'd
  • quit
  • asking
  • me
  • about
  • how
  • I
  • slept.
  • Probably
  • because
  • he
  • knew.
  • His
  • holding
  • me
  • in
  • his
  • strong
  • arms
  • and
  • broad
  • shoulders
  • was
  • one
  • of
  • the
  • only
  • ways
  • I
  • could
  • get
  • to
  • sleep
  • again.Arthur's
  • dad
  • spoke
  • first.
  • "Molly,
  • I
  • think
  • it's
  • time
  • we
  • told
  • you
  • about
  • the
  • Lazurai
  • history,
  • as
  • short
  • as
  • it
  • is.
  • All
  • we
  • know
  • about
  • how
  • this
  • is
  • affecting
  • you
  • and
  • the
  • children."Arthur
  • put
  • his
  • hand
  • on
  • mine.
  • "Darling,
  • those
  • bad
  • dreams
  • could
  • be
  • from
  • your
  • life
  • before
  • you
  • first
  • woke
  • up
  • here.
  • Your
  • memories
  • may
  • be
  • coming
  • back."I
  • tensed.
  • "Meaning
  • that
  • the
  • recurring
  • vision
  • of
  • my
  • home
  • blowing
  • up
  • might
  • have
  • me
  • to
  • blame
  • for
  • it?"At
  • least
  • now
  • it
  • was
  • all
  • in
  • the
  • open.Scroll
  • up
  • and
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