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The hospital ruins were silent. His footsteps echoed against the broken tiles as he pointed his flashlight down the darkened hallway. The urgent whisper began again.
"Hello? Security." His voice echoed down the hallway. "This building's off-limits."
Shadows thrown against the cracked plaster walls, seemingly followed him as he made his way towards the sound. He came to a closed door and lay his ear against it. The whispers of the woman continued, almost as if in hushed prayer.
Grasping his flashlight, he placed his hand against the door, and slowly pushed it open. "Ma'am?"
A woman stood on a wooden chair. One end of a dirty bed sheet was wound around her neck, while the other end looped over a pipe on the ceiling.
The woman smiled. Several of her teeth were missing, and what was left, was broken off into sharp points. Her colorless hair was thin, and in disarray. "I'm free." She stepped off the chair. Instead of hanging herself, she slipped through the sheet like water. Spider-like, the blackened form of the spirit crawled up the wall and huddled in the corner.
"Holy shit—!" The security guard backed away.
She dropped to the ground and scuttled over to his feet. "You shouldn't be in here." The voice was hollow, and far from female. She lunged and bit his ankle.
He screamed and kicked at her. Grabbed the door knob, he rattled it unsuccessfully. "Let me out!" He glanced wildly over his shoulder.
Again, the woman stood on top of the rusty chair. One end of the dirty bed sheet appeared, wound around her neck, while the other end looped over a pipe on the ceiling. Her gaze connected with his own, before she stepped off the chair and slipped through the sheet like water.
Prize package includes:
1- ecopy of VOICES (Kindle not included!) epub, mobi or PDF
1- Book of Shadows: An over-sized blank (lined paper) Journal designed by Clarissa Johal
1- Genuine Rosewood ballpoint pen in wooden gift box
by Clarissa Johal
Sometimes the ghosts from your past…are real.
Moira claims to hear voices and is sent a psychiatric hospital. Her doctor is hesitant to treat her as schizophrenic, as she doesn't show typical symptoms. As their sessions progress, she confesses there are two voices—and they aren't voices in her head, but the voices of ghosts.
And one is determined to drag her into the afterlife with him.
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