Mary's Journey Begins (Cramped Quarters Book 2)

By Ron Shaw (@RonGizmo)

Paranormal, Romance, Young adult


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She Cometh

She Cometh

Not everyone has a ghost, but we do. She arrived in a Victorian trunk that my wife and I purchased. Her name is Mary, and she exists in her camelback trunk on our carport.
Our ghost has been quiet for the last month or two.
I’ve tried not to rush her. Mary has never been summoned or conjured by me or my family. We firmly believe in giving her a wide berth.
She drifts in and out as she sees fit – her ‘appearances’ sporadic and unique. I’d suggest our ghost is creative, even in her new plane of existence.
I now know her last name.
For the past three nights, Mary has come to me in my dreams, each more wonderful and, yet, more disturbing than the previous.
It struck me this morning that each of these visits materialized in black and white, a technical aspect of my dreams being that they’re almost always in color.
I’ll try my best to show you what Mary has shown me, rather than merely telling you her story, because she dazzled me.
I’ll strongly warn you in advance, though. A warning about what was to come would’ve been helpful to me, but Mary did not soften the blows.
The final sequence was visceral in its presentation, the roughest dream I’ve ever known.
I’ve had bad dreams before. Who hasn’t? I pray to God I never go through that again – never!
It would be so much easier to tell you what happened over the past three nights than to attempt to show it.
I’ll try my damnedest to put you inside of Mary. That is precisely where she put me, and the past three nights have been beautiful, magnificent, and horribly sad, as tragic as anything ever encountered.
Our ghost pinned me inside of her as I fought to run, to awaken from the horror, but still she forced me to share her pain.
I now know how the dying and the dead feel, having experienced what one ghost felt.
If I’m successful in showing it, you will, too.
Allow me to reissue my warning. Stop now, and put this down. I wasn’t prepared for what I lived within these revelations.
I could hardly handle it. Will you be able to?
One last chance – a final warning. Proceed at your own peril.
You have been advised.



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