Ghostly content. Book about a family being haunted with supernatural phenomenon events. A mother and her young sons nightmares coincide, it's difficult to distinquish reality from fiction.
†In time, Nikkie would realize her most terrifying nightmares would become a large part of her life. The strange and errie occurrences that had mystified her as a child would return to haunt her with a vengeance. She was now married with two beautiful young children, and the home she had always dreamed of. Her life although hectic at times, to her seemed very normal. Soon her so-called normal life would be thrust into a world of unspeakable terror. She had a bond with her sons that only a mother could understand, but it would be the connection to her oldest son that would prove to be quite unique. There were great tragedies about to unfold. Would there be supernatural forces involved? Would she have to seek help from the unknown? Or had all the strange unearthly events occurred only in her mind?
Excerpt from my second book:
THORNS OF AN INNOCENT SOUL:
A young woman tormented by her own demons. She is torn between wanting to love her mother, and needing to hate her. Growing up in an abusive environment, she loses self-confidence and self-respect. Struggling to be a fashion model, but with her motherís interference is almost impossible. Haunted with the events of abuse, her younger brother had to endure was almost unbearable. She wonders what a normal life is really like, and if she will ever know. Forgiveness sometimes is a hard emotion to show when you feel you have been persecuted and manipulated. She is bound and determined to have the life she has always dreamed of, with the one and only person that has truly ever loved her. The choices she decides to make could change her destiny forever. One horrific night will decide her fate. Will her soul ever be released from the pain she has endured on herself and on others? Only she can remove the thorns of her innocent soul.
Everyday I have to recall that fateful night. All of my memories have revealed a deceitful, manipulating, self-centered side of myself. I have to accept the hurt and the grief I have caused to my loved ones. I can see their faces and the look of sorrow and regret because they couldnít do anything to save me from the hell I must endure. Nobody comes to see me anymore. Itís just as well: they would always sit in silence, as if they needed me to justify their pain. For me there is no future. I will never experience true love again. I will never experience motherhood, or feel the anticipation of what is going to happen next in my life. But I have this strange sense that when I remember all the details about that night, and exactly why it happened, and relive all the pain that I caused those that loved me, only then will I be able to break free from this cold dark lonely place. I had never been religious and had anybody I felt close to die, so I hadnít experienced the feeling of loss. I always did what I wanted to do, regardless of the consequences. I never took the time to celebrate or rejoice the gift of life. I thrived on hate and revenge. If youíve never had to be confined, or have lost what life you thought you had to never get it back, then you havenít experienced losing your soul. When I was first brought here I thought I would make the best of it and in time I would be able to leave, but the time is never-ending. So I sit in this place with only my tormented thoughts as my company, not knowing if I will ever be released. They keep telling me I had been given many chances to turn my life around, but I ignored them. I never expected to have to pay the consequence. So everyday I relive these nightmares hoping to find away out of here, and everyday starts out the same.
Author Barbara Watkins