Journey into My Imagination
The house was huge, more of a stately old mansion then a house. The outside was a cold, unfriendly, imposing stone texture. The manor stretched three stories high. The obvious first two stories and then a small window at the top that one could only presume was an attic
“Susannah if you are here just give me a sign will you? Just for old times sake?”
In the end, there was total darkness.
“My precious angel you are truly a fool. You think that people will believe you? I have power. You are a conniving lying wench who tricked her way into society by climbing a social ladder that she had no right to be on. No, my pet, I think they will believe me their esteemed and respected governor.”
I have missed you Carrie. I want you in my life. I want you to marry me and raise my children. Please. We fit so well together you and I. Can’t you see it in our cozy little house in the suburbs with our children and our dog and a minivan to get us back and forth? You will never need to write again. You invested so well and I make more then enough now for both of us. Things are looking up Carrie.
He stood over her and his hands came down over her mouth and throat. She could feel his touch pinning her to the pillow, but she was sure he was not real. She could not scream, she struggled to open her mouth, but no sounds came. Her limbs were heavy, immobile.
“Is it Susannah?” Buffy questioned. The wedge much to their surprise moved to rapidly to no. “Who is here then?” And in a haphazard manner the planchette zigged and zagged across the board, briefly resting on the letters S-T-E-P-H-E-N. “Stephen were you the husband of Susannah in life?” Their plastic guide moved slowly across the board - yes.
Shannon McCauley - Author 