A severe stroke renders a 78 year old man into a vegetative state. Though he seems unresponsive, inside his mind and soul, his life continues. If only he could tell the world.
A Native American Woman’s journey as she discovers the will of her ancestors with supernatural influences. A world of spirits, a growing love, and nefarious forces collide in this must-read paranormal fiction.
Sara. Haunted by her mother’s ghost.
RedHorse was there when the mud grabbed me and wound its way through my body. My dead mother’s voice sang in the shadows scaring me. RedHorse comforted me, and my heart shattered in my chest, pounding away at his closeness.
Hopefully, he won’t think I’m crazy and tell Grandfather that the woods scared me. I won’t have Grandfather worrying that I’m going crazy. And no, there is no such thing as ghosts. It’s only the wind, whispering over the trees.
RedHorse. Tortured by his father’s voice.
Sara tempts me and pulls me toward her like a filly to a lump of sugar. If only my father’s ghost didn’t stalk me every time Sara comes close. I have to leave, I can’t tolerate the farm anymore and the muffled voices in my head. Hopefully, I can convince Sara to leave Kansas, her grandfather, and our community. To make a life somewhere else without the ghostly spirits that yell at me. She could sell the land her grandfather leaves her and we could start anew.
If she’ll have me.
The Old One. The Bad is coming.
And someone will have to pay the price at some point, even if it is with a life. The sacred land must be kept safe from trespassers, or we’ll take the land ourselves and more. Some spirits are angry and argue that this was once ours and it could be again if the Spirit Key leaves, we can unlock the door to the death realm that is kept shut by each Spirit Key.
We have to stop them, but only if Sara finds her calling on her own, without interference.
Grandfather. The Old One called me.
Took me off my Kansas horse farm and into the future. My beautiful land had been taken away, bulldozed and turned into a suburb. The land must stay in the family or our heritage will be lost and coated over with asphalt.
Only the Spirit Key can save our heritage.
Young Sara looks like the best candidate, but she’s yet to see any ghost since she was a babe and her father’s spirit cuddled her as she screamed in fright. She must embrace her Native American roots to keep the land safe from intruders and that means letting in the ghosts and with it the fears of that night so long ago. Her life is at a crossroads. She’s floundering unable to find a job or her calling. Struggling along without a purpose is the worst thing a person can do.
Death is always near.
My time wanes. The spirits need a leader, someone to help them cross-over, or they will take matters into their own hands and make war on the living so that the land will be free to hunt without human interference.
But a niggling tells me the Old One has something else in mind. Something I won’t like.
The Spirit Key needs a helper.
Someone who respects our heritage and can speak to the dead. I pushed Sara and young RedHorse together, and the relationship could work, but the spirits don’t want him. They’ve seen his future and soon, he will step on the ledge towards death.
I made a bad choice.
A new world full of old spirits, love, suspense, and culture.
This short story – Down the Rabbit Hole, A Mystical Adventure – is an enchanting tale with a message for all ages, that real magic is not an illusion but something we all possess.
“You know what the issue is with this world? Everyone wants some magical solution to their problem, and everyone refuses to believe in magic.” —Lewis Carroll (1832-1898)
The title of this story, “down the rabbit hole,” is of course from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (1865), a wonderful children’s story by Lewis Carroll in which a charming young girl named Alice falls down a rabbit hole into a strange, dreamlike world.
“It was much pleasanter at home,” thought poor Alice, “when one wasn’t always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and rabbits. I almost wish I hadn’t gone down the rabbit hole—and yet—and yet…”
“Down the rabbit hole” has become a term used for referring to a situation that is strange, confusing, or illogical, sometimes hard to escape from, often mystical or magical, and, in this story, an encounter from which one will emerge with increased knowledge, widened horizons, enriched imagination, and a sense of greatly enlarged probabilities.
In Carroll’s sequel to Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland – Through the Looking Glass (1871) – near the end of her encounter with the White Queen, Alice protests that “one can’t believe impossible things.” The White Queen famously retorts, “I daresay you haven’t had much practice. When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
Unlike the White Queen, I do not advocate believing impossible things. But it is much to be hoped that this short story and the anthology that follows it will encourage the reader to consider all the probabilities and therefore believe at least one anomalous thing—perhaps even “before breakfast.”
Alice: “This is impossible.” The Mad Hatter: “Only if you believe it is…” As enlightening as it is richly entertaining, this book is a fun-filled, magical exploration for anyone and everyone. 2018 Edition Short Story, A Kindle Unlimited Book. Includes a bonus Anthology Section, Kindle e-reader page count 88 (estimated, actual count varies depending on the reading device used).
A barrage of gunfire passes through the dim moonlight. Dark crimson splatters helplessly to the ground. Voices pour from the darkness, as pale, corpse-like hands reach for you, both enemy and comrade alike. White eyes callously linger upon your fragile silhouette, forsaking a warmth already forgotten by depths of decadent memories. Bodies open their mouths and scream, crying out for someone, anyone, to come save them. They want you to join them, erase the feelings you’ve had, sins you’ve sewn, people you’ve watched over. They all love and fear you, obsessed with those unreadable thoughts swirling through your immature mind.
And then, I see a bullet, lodged into that mind.
Just like that, you fall.
You fall with them.