Lineage
J.J. Morris Book 1
by J.N. Sheats
Genre: Paranormal Mystery Thriller
“It’s my turn… Isn’t it?” I heard a meek, timid voice ask.
It sounded like... “Ali?” I gasped in a whisper.
Curious, I cracked the door a little more to get a better view, but there was no one there. Then Ali came into my line of sight, backing up against the wall a few feet from where I was hiding. Her every limb was trembling as a shadow crept across the floor and up the wall till it covered her body, tears leaving streams down her cheeks.
“This won’t help you… My strength can’t help you,” she yelled at the person coming toward her. The fear in her voice made the sound of approaching footsteps all the more chilling.
“You’re playing with fire. You already got burned once and all the power in the world isn’t going to keep you from being consumed.”
What?
It took a moment for Ali’s words to click, it sounded as if she knew her attacker. That she had information about what was happening, maybe not about the black dog attacks, but it sounded as if she knew who was stealing legacies.
Suddenly her startled behavior after Jamie’s death made sense. I thought it was because we lost our friend. People dealt with grief in their own way, but her behavior was still strange.
Now it made sense, Ali had our answers.
That brought my courage to the surface and I readied to jump out of the door to save her, or at least act as a diversion. That was all I was really good for anymore. I pushed the door open a little more and Ali’s attention snapped to me. I stood still, making eye contact with her, and she smiled.
The fear that gripped her before appeared to vanish, and the steady tremble in her body stopped as she gave a nod my way. There was a strength about her, one that comes with acceptance, and I felt my gut twist into tight knots. Without knowing it I mouthed the word ‘no’, begging her not to give up.
“Go on then,” she said in a firm voice, turning away from me and back to the shadow person.
“Take my legacy, it won’t save you. I’ve seen it… I’ve seen your de—”
Ali’s words cut out as her voice choked, a strangled-like sound coming from her as a red haze formed from her body. It was like a silhouette of a person, only in a red mist that hovered in front of her as Ali’s fair skin grew deathly pale. Her eyes sank into her skull, and her full pink lips dulled to ugly purple. Ali’s body spasmed and jerked as the life drained from her. Then in a gasp she breathed her last, and the red form of a person that manifested out of her figure rushed out of sight. Ali’s body fell to the ground… Dead.
A creative mind trapped in a world of reality Jackie Sheats expresses herself in anyway that she can. From illustrating and writing to dancing like a mental patient while preparing dinner. Living in Maryland with her logic driven husband, their six cats, the dog, and a tank full of fish, Jackie spends her free time doing the backlog of housework and studying for her Masters in Illustration. A movie junkie, video game addict, and secret ninja in training she lives life under the idea that "if you don't know how to do something, go learn it!"
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