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15:40 Dec 14 2012
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I changed some character names in this version and of course it is still a rough draft more or less. I have over 20 chapters in this one. All of the channelings are based in fact with little tweaks to them. I'm not going to say who Fogarty was or actually who he was purported to be but he did come from a real channeling and is not made up. I have a second channeling in this story and a few other things and I might make another posting with more but haven't decided. The story is now The Deception. One of the characters was originally named Ethan but I didn't want him to have a Hebrew name so I changed it to an Irish name instead for a reason. If you see that name it means it is one instance where I missed it. This story takes place in 1978 so you won't see things mentioned in the same way they are now, no cell phones or home computers. They go to libraries, book stores and hand write or use a typewriter.

DYNASTY OF DREAMS: The Deception



BOOK THREE

©2008 RKB





Chapter One



Apathy described Jenna’s world. She’d created her own web of reality, mentally numb. Her life dwindled to a chair on the front porch.



Five days ago she sat with her fiancé discussing their honeymoon plans. Minutes later a truck ran a red light. Jenna became hysterical trying to wake David. She withdrew into a state of shock unable to grasp the magnitude of her situation. Her last recollection, blood splattered clothing.



Karyn sat next to her sister on the porch. “Do you remember anything about the accident Jenna?” She listened while Jenna vented.



“Is there any doubt? I resented the abuse. Hospital staff treated me equivalent to a mental patient.”



“They kept his death from you.”



“Yes. The nurse refused to divulge details. I rang for her repeatedly before she showed up, pissed me off!”



“What can you do when someone’s terrified? She wanted to keep her job.”



“They pumped me full of drugs. My sense of reality distorted and my head throbbed. I started screaming, begging for answers. No one seemed to comprehend how overcome I’d become with fright. Their answer being put more medication into the IV.”



“I can’t listen further, I love you.” Tears welled in Karyn’s eyes. She got up and scurried into the house.



Jenna existed in her thoughts, unaware her sister left. The accident was etched in her mind. When she revived she relived every moment in silence. Through her stupor she heard her mother say, “I’m sorry honey, time to take you home. The staff assured me you’re fine and able to be released. Your father’s on his way.”



She nodded and dressed to leave. Signing out of the hospital was torture, but they managed to finish the paperwork.



“Thanks for getting me out of there, Mom.”



“Help me get Jenna into the car Mona” said her father. He rode with her in the backseat.



Not a long drive, but to her parent’s home rather than Jenna’s place. She wasn’t ready to go back yet. The house was empty, a tragic reminder of David’s death. What a mess she faced.



The limousine pulled up in front. They planned her trip to the funeral for her benefit. Why fight the inescapable? The cemetery appeared vacant. All that remained concealed the memories of others who experienced the same ordeal.



The memorial too surreal, she tuned out. The service seemed like nothing more than an echo. Jenna imagined David’s spirit beside her. The idea of him nearby helped her get through the platitudes friends kept repeating. She longed to forget and leave the cemetery; a reminder, a place of death.



“We’re leaving.”



“What did you say?



Even though her sister stood at her side, depression controlled her thoughts. She remained oblivious to outside stimulus.



“Sorry, I didn’t mean to ignore you. I …” The words caught in her throat. Tears ran down her cheeks.



Jenna fixed her gaze down the lawn. The old gravestones jutted up from the ground seldom visited. Someone’s past forgotten but a stark reminder of the inevitability of death.



“David,” screamed Jenna, heading across the grass.



Karyn stared in disbelief as Jenna ran away screaming David’s name. She followed after her grabbing her arm as she shuddered ready to collapse.



“Where are you going Jenna?”



“After David, he was standing near the gravestone,” pointed Jenna.”



“No you’re mistaken. Grief clouds perception, look closer. The grounds keeper is cleaning the stone”



“I’m not delusional.”



“We need to get you in bed. Any further stress and you’ll be in the hospital.”



Nothing pacified her grief. The experience a freak incident she was ill prepared. Her vision was clear, David watched his own funeral. He slipped away without being seen except by her.



“I don’t want to go home and validate his death.”



“Let’s leave. Your hands are trembling. There are no words for what you’re experiencing. Reality gets bent in contact with grief.”



“How dare you insinuate I’m imagining phantoms. Don’t patronize me.”



“I’ll excuse the last remarks.”



“Sorry, if I had the guts I’d join him.”



“Please Jenna don’t give up.”



“Don’t worry Karyn suicide isn’t my blueprint for happiness. Thoughts are one thing, action another.”



Now she stared, eyes vacant from her chair on the porch. They managed to convince her she hallucinated. Two weeks after the funeral her grief eased. Jenna packed to go home.



“Mom, you ready to take me to the house?”



“You sure you want to return this soon?”



“Yeah, I have to start living again, time to get to work.”



“You still plan to rent out your place?”



“That’s the idea Mom. I’m house-sitting for the summer.”



“Where, Jenna?”



“Carlton, 30 minutes north of here.”



“Can’t you wait until Friday?”



“Rhode Island is dinky. I’m not leaving the state.”



“I’ve got to pack for storage and get David’s possessions ready for his parents.”



“OK, I wish you’d stay longer.”



“It’ll be cathartic. Time alone is what I want.”



“But …”



“I need to work on the books Mom. I can’t with constant visitors. They keep reminding me of David’s death.”



The house rented with one ad. Freedom meant time to complete her novels. The Marrens were elderly and anxious for Jenna to stay in their home while vacationing. Her sister would drive her.



“Is staying alone in a strange Rhode Island house logical Jenna?”



“Yes Karyn, I’m behind on my novel. I have deadlines to meet. No distractions necessary.”



“I get your work ethic. I’m worried about you.”



“The decision is final. Please stop hassling me. Should I implode into a thousand pieces collect them for me.”



Karyn laughed, but realized Jenna was trying to avoid the seriousness of their conversation and lighten things up. She felt guilty.



“Hope you can tolerate the noise? The cars speeding up the street to the onramp are annoying. Who knew you would be spending the summer of 1978, alone.”



“Bye Jen.”



“Take care, sweetie.”



The phone rang and Mrs. Marren was on the other end. “Hi. We wanted to tell you about our extended family. They show up without calling. Let them inside to retrieve items they stored in the basement. Some have keys to the house. I’m not expecting anyone but I thought I should forewarn you.”



“Thanks for telling me. I’ll check out strange sounds before calling the police.”



“I apologize we forgot to leave you a note. I have to go, we’re about to board our flight. Enjoy yourself Jenna. We’ll see you at summer’s end.”



Jenna embraced the idea of boredom. What a crock thought Jenna. Why such a long list of rules? An envelope contained the security codes, keys, and even a key to the spare car. Access to a vehicle was unexpected. She looked around and grinned. They were collectors. That’s the reason they hired her.



She wanted to inspect her bedroom before she explored further. Upstairs door ajar, she peered inside her room. Jenna was puzzled at its obvious incongruity with the rest of the house. The place was contemporary, for some reason not here. She spied an unusual free-standing mirror in the corner, but ignored it when she climbed onto the bed. Letting her shoes fall to the floor, she opened her arms and stretched out. Wow, she thought, a feather topper. Jenna controlled the urge to roll around on the mattress.



Hungry, she raced downstairs to scope out the kitchen. They kept the area magazine perfect. She stood and stared. The fridge was well stocked with her favorite foods. She grinned and made a sandwich. The family room oozed comfort. The television was large and she decided to take advantage of the luxury of watching since it wasn’t often she had the time.



Tomorrow a walk downtown she thought. She wanted to peruse the shops they passed while driving through Carlton. One of her weaknesses was shopping but she was a careful shopper. She loved to hunt for bargains. Yet hated to spend her money on items she considered frivolous female expenditures, a conundrum on her part. However a necessary segue to distract from her blues. She needed the outlet to begin writing again. If she ruined her career, what would she do then?





Chapter Two



The doorbell rang and Jenna jumped, startled by the sudden sharp sound. She made her way to the foyer. There were two Police officers, a man and a woman, on the porch. A man in plain clothes accompanied them.



“Good evening miss, my name is Officer Lewis and this is Officer Hurst.”



“Why are you here, I didn’t call?”



“No your neighbor here, Mr. Saunders, called us. He reported a possible burglar in the Marren house.”



Saunders stood next to them looking at the ground. He avoided eye contact.



“Who are you Miss? Why are you in this house?”



“The owners hired me to watch the house. They left the country on vacation.”



“Do you possess anything to substantiate your claims?”



“How’s this, my contract and ID?”



He looked at the documents and looked up at Jenna.



“Sorry we bothered you. This was a wasted trip. Tell Mr. and Mrs. Marren to call us next time. We need to know when someone is staying in their home.”



“I’ll pass on the information.”



“Good, you have our thanks.”



She was trying to be polite, but her anger surfaced. “Are we done? You finished with the inquiry?”



“Yes, here’s my card. Call the number if you need us.”



The neighbor appeared mortified. She had no sympathy for him. Saunders stood at the bottom of the steps mumbling he was sorry. He left in a hurry back to his house without another word. She watched him walk away, thinking what a strange person occupied the house next door. He was one of those eccentric neighbors you found on every street. She climbed the stairs two at a time to her room. She was exhausted.



Jenna was restless haunted by random dreams of the accident. When the truck hit, Jenna woke up with a start. Her heart was racing. Distracted by the pounding on the front door she calmed down. She ran down the stairs thinking it was an emergency. Through the peephole, she saw Mr. Saunders. The same person again thought Jenna. What is wrong with him, she wondered? Jenna opened the door for Saunders. He pushed his way inside.



“What’s wrong? Did someone break into the house? Have you been attacked?”



“What are you talking about?” Jenna replied confused.



Saunders walked past her peeking behind the curtains and under the couch. The behavior seemed bizarre. His state of agitation obvious as he continued to pace and move around the living room. What was he looking for under the couch she wondered? Jenna watched incredulous. She stepped back staring at him wide-eyed.



“What’s wrong with you? Have you gone mad?”



“You’re lucky I’m the only one that showed up at your door. I’m sure others in the neighborhood heard you screaming.”



“What are you talking about?” repeated Jenna. “I didn’t know I was screaming. I experienced a nightmare. I woke up shaking. I didn’t mean to disturbed you. Next time, call over here. The number is in the book under Marren.”



Jenna sighed. She realized he was overwrought and concerned about her welfare.



“Why don’t you come into the kitchen? I’ll make us a cup of coffee.”



“There’s nothing wrong over here?” questioned Saunders relieved but angry.



“I think that should be obvious by now.” Jenna had grown impatient with his inane questions.



He was trying to hide his embarrassment. Calling the police earlier ruined his chances at instant friendship. She was being polite.



“Let’s go into the kitchen. We can talk there.”



“Thank you.” What else could he say after he had created so much havoc in her house?



He followed Jenna over to the kitchen door. Neither of them could see the sudden glow getting brighter in her bedroom.



“Did you hear a noise?”



“Yes, that’s why I’m over here.”



“Not screaming, said Jenna exasperated. “I mean something different. I thought I heard noise upstairs.”



“No, I heard nothing. Old houses are always making settling sounds. The pipes are moving and rattling.”



“That’s not what I heard.”



He was beginning to think Jenna might be delusional. He hoped he was wrong about her. She walked into the kitchen. He followed and they both sat down.



“This is my first time in the house. The outside is deceiving.”



“Yes I noticed when I arrived.”



“Are you always jumpy about new neighbors?”



He started blushing before he could respond. How comical she thought but pretended not to notice.



“I don’t know what to say. We have a “Neighborhood Watch” on the block. Mr. and Mrs. Marren didn’t alert us. I saw a stranger in the house and called the cops.”



Jenna knew he was uncomfortable. He was nerdy which she despised. When he paused, Jenna asked him what he did for a living. She handed Saunders a cup of coffee and sat back down to sip her own.



“I was left money by my parents. They died in a car crash. I decided to stay in their home rather than sell to strangers, completion of my thesis the excuse. I’m a historian and anthropologist specializing in ethnology.”



“My condolences, Mr. Saunders, I can imagine these words have become redundant.”



“I appreciate the thought. They died two years ago. I’m past mourning my parents. I miss them, which is the downside of living in their house. Call me Steve.”



“All right, Steve. What does an ethnologist do?”



“Trust me you don’t want to know?” he smiled. “Find the meaning in the dictionary. You will understand easier that way.”



“OK I trust your judgment. I have a general idea. I’m impressed, but shades of old pipes and tweed coats in dusty libraries come to mind.”



Steve chuckled. “That’s a colorful description Jenna. I guess you’re right.”



“What’s your thesis topic?”



“Career specific, dry and dull to others, dealing with legends of nomadic tribes.”



“Are you making headway?”



“Yes, he said opening up to her. I’m aware people consider me a geek. I always have my face in a book. I spend hours in the library taking notes and copying materials. Guess I’m a loner as well.”



“I see I opened a flood-gate. Don’t you have anyone to share your interests?”



“Nope, as I stated I’m reclusive.”



She noticed his intensity about his work. Yet he exhibited a humorous side. His line of research was dry but she paid attention to his words. Steve noticed she listened. The two drank their coffee and he told her his passions. She found his private interest in the paranormal intriguing.



“What about you?”



“Not much to say. I write romance novels.”



“Sounds difficult to me, creativity with urgency.”



“Yes, the field is saturated and competitive. I met a friend of my father. He gave me the break I needed.”



“Now you house sit for a living?”



“No, but we’ll save that for another time.”



Steve stood up and said, “I’d better get going. I need time to rest. Got an appointment tomorrow. Thanks for the coffee and good talk. I’m sorry about the trouble I caused earlier.”



“You’re forgiven.”



“Good luck with your writing.” He turned and left.



Jenna stood watching Steve walk away. Perhaps she should have been more compassionate to him. Shutting the door, she headed upstairs. She hoped to catch some of the sleep she missed spending time with this ditzy man. When she woke up six hours had passed.





Chapter Three



Jenna stretched in bed contemplating a lazy day. Lack of sleep disturbed her thinking and ability to function. Her therapist swore a sure sign of her depression. She slept longer now providing Steve didn’t interfere. She dressed and left the house. Around the corner was her target, the occult bookstore.



She reached over her head to pull a book off the shelf. This culminated in books scattered about the floor. Annoyed she bent to pick them up. A voice out of nowhere asked if she needed help. Jenna glanced up into a pair of blue eyes and replied, “No I’m fine thank you.”



“Let me help put these books back on the shelf.”



“If you insist.”



“My name is Quinn. You can find me at the front counter.”



He towered over her, his auburn hair worn long but tied back. She stared at a tattoo of a spider visible on his neck. Not an ordinary spider, a symbol reminiscent of a tribal marking. Jenna continued down the isle. She needed information for her novel which didn’t include gawking at young men.



“I’ve decided on this book.”



“A great choice! Banks is a thorough author and noted expert on herbs and their folkloric history.”



“Yes, my sister recommended his books. I want to ask you an embarrassing question.”



“OK, ask away. Don’t be shy.”



“Have we met somewhere?”



Quinn smiled, entertained by the question. “No, I don’t think so Miss.”



“I’m confused. I guess that’s not a rational idea.” She glanced down and avoided his eyes. She felt foolish and cliché.



“I don’t think we’ve met. I would remember meeting you. I’ve traveled to numerous places in the world and the US. You never know.”



“You have? That’s probably the answer. I’m assuming you don’t own this store?”



“Yes, I’m the owner. I’m rarely here. I own a few of these stores around the country. I visit when I’m between digs.”



“Digs? I’m not sure what you mean.”



“I’m an archaeologist. I finished a dig in South America. I either teach or work at one of my stores in the interim.



“Oh, now I understand, I apologize. I’m prying into your private life.”



“Not a problem. I find your questions refreshing. You didn’t ask me about my hair.”



“You need to rethink that remark. Hair color like yours is rare.”



“In whose opinion?”



“My stylist says our color is rare. Your hair is a foot longer. I’m envious. Grown past the waist isn’t common for a man these days.”



“Yes an unusual coincidence. The questions get tiresome though. The touching irritates me.”



“Yes, I guess a bit too personal.”



“Exactly, I work miles outside of civilization. I don’t shave or cut my hair. That may change soon. I do meet lots of people this way.”



Jenna heard a slight accent but kept quiet. “I bet,” she grinned. “In your case I would suspect women?”



“You’ve got me pegged I see. I surrender to your intuitiveness.” They both started laughing. "I hope this doesn’t offend you but it’s time for lunch. Would you consider lunch with me?”



Jenna paused to think. She didn’t know him. “Sure, I thought about a place to eat. I’m not familiar with Carlton. Thanks for the invitation.”



“Glad you accepted. I hate to eat alone.”



The phone rang somewhere in a back room. Quinn excused himself. Jenna heard his voice and picked up a word or phrase. She listened knowing she was guilty of eavesdropping.



“Is there a problem Quinn?” She said as he returned.



“No, my brother worried about a personal issue, nothing out of the ordinary.”



Quinn locked his cash register and put a closed sign on the door. He opened the door and motioned for Jenna to go outside.



He stopped and asked, "What’s your name?"



“Oh, I forgot to tell you.”



“Yes you did, but you can fix that detail now.”



“My name is Jenna Gabriel.”



“Nice to meet you,” he smiled and winked. Take my hand and follow me.”



“Ah, a mysterious man.”



“Not really. My thing is sharing. I’m into illumination. Hence my metaphysical store. Some prefer the word occult.”



“Perhaps you can illuminate me? At the moment your words are cryptic.”



“Yes and you will learn why in time, providing I don’t scare you away.”



“I noticed your height, near seven feet.”



“Yeah we're all up there. I have to crane my neck to talk to everybody.”



“We?”



“Yes, my brothers and myself.”



“How many brothers?”



“Three of us born on the same day. You’re not exactly petite, I’m guessing six foot?”



“That’s me.”



“Did you invest in a lot of flat shoes?”



She flashed an annoyed look at his bid for comedy but laughed regardless.



“Yes, but my family is average height. The females no more than five-foot five. I’m the only one with this hair color.”



“You weren’t adopted?”



“Not that I’m aware. They never mentioned adoption.”



The time passed as he drank warm ale and she drank a soda. She enjoyed herself the first time since the funeral. Quinn walked Jenna back to the store and she thanked him. He bent forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek saying, “my pleasure.” He handed her his business card.



“If you need to get hold of me to assist you with technical information for your book, call me any evening after eight. I’m home by that time. If not leave a message and I’ll return your call.”



“I enjoyed your company,” said Jenna. “One last thing Quinn, you’re a triplet?



“Technically yes, Niall was born first. He’s a single and Orin and I are twins. I hope that satisfies your curiosity.”



“I’m not sure; temptation and I are old friends.”



“I’ll ask the questions next time,” said Quinn grinning.



What a difference from David and sexy as well. She turned and waved to him and walked down the street toward the Marren house.



Jenna stared at the business card Quinn had handed her. She read, Quinn Fitch, archaeologist and entrepreneur. Two numbers were listed, home and business. Beneath his phone numbers in parenthesis she found Golden Door, owner. She had explained why she moved into town. She wasn’t up to talking about David’s death yet, the subject taboo at the moment.





Chapter Four



Jenna approached the Marren house. Steve sat on his porch pouring over something. At first she thought he was writing but he held a document. She didn’t want to intrude so she tried to pretend she hadn’t seen him sitting there.



“Hey there,” said Steve waving.



Jenna looked up. “I didn’t see you sitting on the porch,” she lied. “I took a walk into town today and I’m beat. Please excuse me. Right now I’m heading to bed.”



“Don’t worry about it. We can talk another time.”



“Yes, later.” Jenna started walking up the porch steps. Right in front of the door sat a package. The name was odd, Mihai Marrenescu. Jenna walked to the end of the steps. Steve was still sitting on his porch.



“Steve, sorry to bother you, but I found this package for Mihai Marrenescu. Do you know him?”



“Yes, the Marren’s son. Why do you ask?”



“I’m confused. They never mentioned a son or the name difference.”



“The name, that’s nothing. Many immigrate to the US. They Americanize their last names. His family is from Romania. The ‘escu’ was removed.”



“Does their son live here?”



“Not that I’m aware. He stops by the house now and then. I think he travels. His parents may get his mail. I have no idea.”



“Thanks Steve. Now I know his identity. I’m exhausted, excuse me. I need sleep.



“Rest well Jenna.”



Back inside she went upstairs to her room. She didn’t realize the extent of her fatigue and climbed up on the bed, curled into the fetal position and slept.



Jenna woke up. Other than a sliver of light showing through the shade, it was dark in her room. Her stomach was growling, a sign she needed to eat. Someone knocked on the door as she sat down. Maybe it’s another neighbor. The lights blazed but the Marrens, not at home.



Jenna opened the door, the safety latch left attached.



“Who’s at the door?"



“Sorry to bother you this late. I’m Michael Marren. I hope you received a package for me?"



“Yes, of course, come inside.” Jenna unlocked the door.



“Go ahead and sit down. I’m going to the kitchen. Water’s boiling on the stove.”



Michael scrutinized Jenna as she returned from the kitchen. She wore no make-up, dressed in casual clothing. He recognized her beauty.



“I started to say, no one told me about you. The nosey neighbor explained.”



"I use an English version of my name. Mihai is Michael in Romanian.”



“I see, but no accent?



“What nosey neighbor?”



“He lives next door. He’s on the Neighborhood Watch. Your parents didn’t tell anyone concerning their trip. I got a visit from the police. The neighbor identified me as a burglar. The police expect notification when someone hires a house-sitter and there is a local Neighborhood Watch.”



“My parents are getting old. They live by a code of honor. People don’t meddle into each other’s business you see. It would be an invasion of their privacy to contact the police. What a busy couple of days you’ve experienced.”



“Yes as you can imagine.”



“Mama told me someone would be staying in the house. I hadn’t realized they’d hired you. When I drove up I saw the lights. I suppose you’re still wondering about the accent?



“Yeah, I forgot. What’s with the accent?”



“I was born in the United States. My parents came here four months after Mama conceived. Aside from being accused of burglary, what’s your profession? I doubt you stay in strange houses for a living.”



“I’m a writer.”



“A writer, an interesting occupation. What type? I’m curious too. I’ll ask you about your accent next,” grinned Michael.



“A comedian I see. I write paper back novels. The type you see on shelves in women’s homes. It’s a living. I write articles for magazines and newspapers, the occasional book review. As for the accent, I’m detailed. I notice subtle things about people. You’re not the first I’ve asked.”



“Explains the question. Why use your writing as an excuse for curiosity?”



“That’s a convoluted idea don’t you think? What do you do?”



“I’m a professional pilot. I fly private jets. I own charter companies. When the courts contact me I do interpreting. I speak a number of languages."



“A well-rounded education.”



“Yes. I went to school in a variety of countries. My parents sent me to live with relatives around the world. I’m Romani but our family line stopped traveling. It’s been this way for generations.”



“How unusual.”



“Not these days.”



“You’ve led a colorful life. Must be helpful in your line of business.”



“I guess. I hadn’t thought about it.”



“I’m impressed. A lifestyle most would covet.”



“No need, you flatter me.”



“No, your life is impressive.” Jenna deliberately flirted but didn’t care.



“I’d love to take you flying Jenna. How about dinner?”



“Never been on a jet. Sounds exciting and scary. Yes I’d love to go.”



“I know the number here, I’ll call you. Time to leave. A day full of business meetings tomorrow.”



“How did you know my name? I forgot to tell you. I got sidetracked. This is the second time in a short period.”



“You forgot to introduce yourself to someone else?”



“Yes, earlier today.”



“I found your name on your contract. You left it on the coffee table. I’m afraid I peeked when you detoured to the kitchen.



“I forgot I left the contract there.”



“Next time we can talk about your writing. Maybe I’ll read one of your girly books."



“Yes, next time,” replied Jenna. She hoped that would be soon. She found him mysterious. Michael’s coloring darker than the majority of men she had dated. The best description, exotic. She thought him romantic with an earring dangling from his left ear and about thirty-three.



“No, I’m thirty-two,” said Michael. He walked out the door smiling leaving Jenna blown away by his response.



She shook her head and strolled back into the family room. Still hungry, her sandwich on her mind. She didn’t notice the dry bread. Her thoughts of David returned. Jenna tried to focus on the movie. She was going to watch TV. No more mental debates about men past or present.



Jenna heard a light rapping coming from the backdoor. She glanced out the door and there stood Steve. His unannounced visits suggested a nasty habit developing.



“Hi Steve what’s up?”



“I know it’s late. The light in your room keeps flashing on and off. I have my curtains shut but it’s bright. I don’t have blackout curtains.”



“The light is off upstairs. I left the room in darkness. Let’s investigate to satisfy your curiosity.”



Steve followed her upstairs. She swung open the door, and they peered into a dark room.



“I don’t understand. I know what I saw. The light kept going on and off.”



“Not now as you can see. Let me see you to the front door. I think you need to get some rest. I need to get some sleep too. Didn’t you notice the time, past midnight?”



“Not really. I noticed the damn light. I’m going to get blackout curtains tomorrow.”



“You do that. Good night Steve.” Jenna shut the door and went upstairs. The mess would have to wait. She was at her limit. The stress affected her sleep. The men needed to learn to read a clock. Her head ached from the disruption. She took the job to write, recover alone and avoid socializing. She resented the conflict and considered breaking her contract.





Chapter Five



Jenna tried to ignore the noise downstairs and rolled over to go back to sleep. The sound increased getting louder. Someone kept pounding on her front door. She looked at the clock and read 3:00 am. She heard her name being called and recognized the voice. She grumbled to herself and put on her robe.



Steve was standing on her doorstep. “What’s the matter Steve is your house on fire this time?” said Jenna exasperated.



“Not exactly Jenna.”



“Why bang on my door at this time of night?”



“I’m not getting sleep Jenna. What’s going on over here? I thought someone was trying to kill you. This problem has to be resolved. I need my peace and quiet at night. If you haven’t noticed, your bedroom window is right across from mine. When you started screaming I woke up. I rushed over here with the idea someone broke into the house. What would you do? There’s the chance one night might be different.”



“Are you finished with your harangue?”



“I guess.” He stood there with his arms folded in front of him.



“Come in and sit down, I apologize Steve, I had no idea. I thought maybe you had an emergency. I wasn’t up to it. I was sound asleep. I got angry. I’m not civil when I get disturbed while sleeping. In fact, a few people I know used some colorful expletives to describe my behavior.”



“I’ve noticed your downside. This is the second time I’ve heard you. I thought someone hurt you.”



Jenna felt demoralized. She sensed Steve’s anger.



“Listen Steve, I have to tell you something. I wasn’t ready the last time you made a nighttime visit.”



Steve decided to remain quiet and listen.



“Approximately a month ago my fiancé died a horrible death in a car accident. I witnessed the accident. The experience spawned frightening, disjointed nightmares. My therapist gave me medications to help me sleep. Nothing helped. I don’t know what to do. The diagnosis is night terrors. She decided what I experience mimics a nightmare. Makes no sense to me.”



“You need to continue therapy. Sleep is the cure for you. Are you depressed? Grief is debilitating. This of course is my opinion.”



“True, but I’m stymied. There’s no stopping these dreams.”



“Can you talk about the details with me?”



“I don’t know. It’s difficult to talk about the accident. I end up in tears. I need to make some coffee first. Come into the kitchen.”



Steve got up and followed Jenna into the kitchen. He hoped she would open up and tell him about the accident. A vent might release the suppressed emotions she carried around.



Jenna poured the freshly made coffee into mugs and sat down. She began to tell him what she had experienced. Steve saw the look on her face and couldn’t fathom what he heard.



“I’m not sure if the police report is right, everything blurred. A man in a construction truck crossed the intersection against the light. He tried to stop, but skid hitting our car. A long piece of metal flew off the truck. I ducked down yelling to David. The rod shot through the window into his head killing him instantly. They called the metal rod rebar. The driver of the truck freaked. I refused to talk to him, hysterical for the first time in my life. I tried to wake David in confusion. My mind rejected his death, oblivious to blood and brain matter covering my clothes. I relive these moments in gruesome nightmares. They tried to calm me down. I screamed and screamed at the scene of the accident. They found some cuts and bruising, nothing else. EMS sedated me. When I woke up the memory was dim. The accident flooded my mind. I started screaming at the hospital and the doctor sedated me again.”



“My god what an ordeal. I’m sorry I bothered you. You experienced something mind-boggling.”



“No doubt the worst experience of my life. Now I’m having nightmares or night terrors, something. Talking about the accident seems clinical. I won’t discuss it again unless forced.”



“Have you tried writing in a journal? Incidents written down help release pent up emotion. When entries are read they aid healing. A catastrophic experience is difficult for anyone.”



“A unique idea. My therapist didn’t suggest a journal.”



“I do understand Jenna.” Steve went on to tell her about how his parents died.



“I decided to vacation with my parents. The road curved into the mountains. A deer suddenly ran in front of the car. I tried to avoid hitting the animal, but one of the tires struck a sharp object and blew. The car careened across the road and flipped. Lucky me, I survived, thrown out beside the road. My parents went into a ravine with the car. When the car hit bottom it exploded. I ended up with a few cuts and a concussion. I could swear I heard my mother scream. Doctors said they died on impact according to autopsy findings. I moved next door two years ago and rarely drive a car.”



“You’re not to blame. Freak accidents happen.”



“Yes, but I wasn’t rational. I was drinking everyday after the accident. I almost ruined my life. One day I stopped. Now I drink the occasional glass of wine or beer.”



“Let’s go back to bed. We both need rest. I’m grateful for your concern Steve.”



“Yes or we’ll end up in the hospital, diagnosis, sleep deprivation. Good night Jenna.”



Jenna turned off the porch light and the light she had turned on at the bottom of the stairs. Telling a stranger her problems countered Jenna’s personality. She would never forget David but she wanted to forget the accident. She hoped she survived what remained of the night dreamless.



Jenna went to the window. Steve stood in his room across the way. The light went out, a signal to go back to sleep. She fell asleep and as she did a pinpoint of light formed in her mirror. It was growing brighter but Jenna didn’t stir, too tired to even notice.





Chapter Six



The phone rang at the side of Jenna’s bed. She looked at the clock. Oh no she thought, half-past ten, but she wanted to sleep longer. Jenna picked up the phone and heard someone say, “Hello Jenna.”



“Who is this calling?”



“Quinn, don’t you recognize my voice?”



“No. You got my phone number, how?”



“You mentioned the owners of the house. I flipped through the telephone directory and voila. Did I wake you?”



“Yes Quinn. Ok, you found me, what’s up?”



“Tomorrow night a well-known medium is trancing at my store. I booked a private channeling. Thought you’d enjoy a new experience.”



“Thanks for thinking of me. Anything recommended prior to the channeling?”



“Eat vegetarian tomorrow. No smoking or drinking, only water.”



“Sure, I’m up for the veggie thing. The rest is insignificant. Anything else?”



"Bring something for notes. Recorders or cameras are forbidden.”



“Right, a notebook is definite. What time?



“Start time is 9:00 pm. Please don’t be late. We’ll have to start without you. Once we’ve started you stay outside. Someone came into the shop. See you tomorrow night, bye.”



Today, she felt lazy. The idea of getting dressed the last thing on her mind. She needed more sleep but decided to go downstairs, clean up the mess she had left and try to write.



What is that buzzing sound Jenna thought? She realized it was her pager, set on vibrate from the previous day. Avoidance had been her plan. She hated to lie. Diane, her editor, was paging to check on the progress of her first draft. She picked up the phone and dialed.



“Hello Megan, this is Jenna. Yes, I’m fine thank you. Diane paged me. I’m calling her back.”



Diane was sympathetic but her first priority, a good business woman. She could be relentless when a deadline needed to be met.



“Hello Diane. I’m doing all right. Thanks for asking. Yes, I’m working on the story. I’ll send it in the mail tomorrow. OK, sure. I’ll include a general outline of the story I pitched to you. Why request the outline now? Oh, I didn’t know. Will do, bye.”



What next? Now she wanted an outline of her subsequent book. She never made her send in an overview of her stories. Three years and now the newbie treatment. The publishing company changed some of their policies according to Diane.



Jenna worked on her book for the rest of the day. Her writing completed, she checked the time. The clock on the mantel showed 6:00 pm. Time to get ready to go to Quinn’s store. Jenna jumped at a sudden noise upstairs. She got up to check. She rounded the corner at the top of the stairs. A dim light cast a shadow when she passed. Creepy, thought Jenna. She began to open her bedroom door and the light started to fade. She yanked the door open and the light went out. The mirror was the point of origin.



The mirror was massive, but she managed to slide it from the wall. An unfamiliar symbol was painted on the back. She didn’t see anything else.



There was nearly an hour before she needed to be at the store, time to eat. She entered the kitchen when the phone rang.



“Hello,” answered Jenna



“Hi, this is Michael,”



Jenna paused and replied, “Michael I hadn’t expected to speak with you this soon.”



“I’ll be coming into town Friday. I have a check for you and for your expenses. What’s a good time for me to drop by?”



“After 3:00. I write in the mornings.



“I have business earlier. The timeframe is perfect. I’d love to take you to dinner. We can fly to a nearby town. I know a superb restaurant. You like lobster, Jenna?”



“My favorite shellfish.”



“Would you go with me?”



“Any doubt Michael?”



“You’re in a mood aren’t you? Coy, a new side of you.”



“Wait until tomorrow for analysis. Gotta’ go Michael, I’m going out.”



“Quinn promoting a channeling session?”



“Why yes. You have underground sources of information?



“I’m intuitive. Quinn makes money hosting psychics.”



“Been to any of these demonstrations?”



“No, people tell me things. Must be my gypsy charm. What trickles down is by word-of-mouth and limited. Small town gossip.”



“Yes, I can imagine. Ran across the chatter in my home town. Where are you, Michael?”



“My main branch in Atlanta.”



“Wow, a lot of offices. Keep you busy?”



“Around holidays, yes. I’m used to the stressors.”



“Your career is exciting. I envy you.”



“No, pretty routine Jenna. Clients are thoughtless. I get tired of the bullshit.”



“You’re jaded Michael. The job reeks of the glamorous lifestyle, jetsetters.”



“Routine work. Talk to you tomorrow Jenna, bye.”



That was a shocker. She wondered where he planned to take her. Jenna noticed the time on the clock. Disappoint Quinn, no way. That was not an option. Grabbing her purse and jacket, she ran to the car.





Chapter Seven



Jenna parked across from the Golden Door. The note on the front door directed guests to the alley door. Quinn opened the door and let Jenna into the hallway between the storefront and his office. He showed her into a room straight ahead off the hall. Chairs were placed in rows. A recliner faced the chairs in front next to a podium and microphone.



Quinn seated her and said he’d be back after the channeling. Jenna had expected a room full of women. The mix of people in the room consisted of ages from teen to elderly and a number of ethnicities. Quinn sat by the door waiting for the cue to turn down the lights. The room was noisy with participants talking to those around them. Some seemed to be friends or relatives. Quinn got up and introduced the psychic to the audience. He lived in Chicago and toured giving lectures and doing channeling sessions for groups and individuals.



“Good evening. My name is Bailey Conover. I’ll be channeling for you tonight. The guide in attendance is Fogarty. He’s affable and precise with his responses.



“What’s the purpose of a guide Mr. Conover?” asked someone behind her.



“He’s my safety net, an intermediary. Fogarty is the means to gaining a gateway for anyone who wishes to use him as a tool to speak. I channel with another guide as well but tonight only Fogarty. He’ll forward information from some who won’t speak via a medium. Spirits on the other side are as nervous about mediums as anyone else.”



The audience laughed at the remark. Conover sat down, adjusted his recliner leaning back. He muttered a few words asking for protection for himself and everyone in the room.



“All right, Quinn if you will dim the lights, we’ll get started.”



He moved getting comfortable and leaned forward. What she heard next astonished her. A man with a slight Irish brogue began speaking.



“Good evening everyone. I didn’t expect such a large group of people. Raise your hand and I’ll answer questions as time allows. My name is Sean Fogarty, but you can address me as Fogarty.”



“You probably were expecting a rogue with a lilting Irish voice. You’ll be disappointed. I’m using this carcass to speak. I need to access Conover’s mental records to be able to understand what people are asking me. I’ve learned enough over the years to be reliable in my responses. Modern society is different from the life I lived.”



Fogarty captivated Jenna. She laughed like others in the audience. Whether the speaker was Bailey or someone else, he was a hoot.



A woman raised her hand in the back of the room.



“Yes dear, what’s your question?”



“How can you see us with your eyes closed?”



“I don’t need his eyes. I’m able to discern everyone in light or dark.



“What did you do in your lifetime?” said the same woman.



“Well darlin’, he paused, “I redistributed money. I took from the rich and gave to the poor, me. My classification, pickpocket.”



Everyone in the room laughed including Jenna. Fogarty entertained the audience regardless of his paranormal aspect.



“Let’s clarify the substance of what you found hilarious, shall we? I stole for necessity and not dishonesty. I objected to my family starving during the famine.”



A man at the other side of the room said, “We apologize to you Fogarty for the laughter but you’re a very droll entity.”



“You don’t understand I’m not an entity. I lived as a man same as you in my lifetime as Fogarty. The frame of reference is different without a body. Where I exist we think of you as dead. There’s much you cannot see that we can. I’m at a higher frequency. I learned to work with frequency levels and this is how I can communicate with you through someone who is attuned. Everyone else is cut off unless they work with one of these instruments like Bailey here. I’m not an amorphous bit of ectoplasm floating around the cosmos.”



Time passed and the questions dealt with dead relatives or items they had lost and wanted to recover. No academic or serious questions. Nothing to spark Jenna’s interest.



“Young lady in the second row, end chair, don’t you have questions for me?”



“You mean me?” Jenna gaped at the audience, embarrassed being singled out.



Yes dearie, I mean you. I’m waiting.”



“Yes but...”



“Ah now, don’t be shy young woman.”



“Where are you located and where does Mr. Conover go when you take over his body?”



“You ask the hard questions. The best description is the multi. Bailey goes to the turtle pond or the Library.”



“What’s the multi?”



“Some call it the multiverse, or alternate dimensions, things of this sort.”



“Please explain the turtle pond and the Library.”



“You’re an inquisitive one now aren’t ya’ girl? The turtle pond is a metaphor for a place to contemplate and rest. The Library is what some folks call the Akashic Records. Before you ask me to define Akashic Records, I’ll answer the question ahead of time. The Library is a location where all human knowledge is kept, including the history of the universe. Not everyone accepts the validity of the Library. Hope my answer is satisfactory?”



“Yes,” Jenna responded. She didn’t know what else to say, unfamiliar with any of the terms he mentioned.



“What else? I know there are a number of things itchin’ to get out.”



“Is David here?”



“Lots of David’s over here. Be more specific dear?”



“David Bradley, I’m sorry.”



“Oh that guy, the one who keeps trying to get my attention. I’ll pass onto you what he is obsessing about. Listen to me carefully. David is saying the accident was meant to happen. Don’t be unhappy but move on with your life. He gave you a warning about someone but he faded out. I’m sorry dear, he’s gone. His energy is depleted. He’s not used to communicating with those on your plane. This David of yours is disoriented. I caught a goodbye and remember he will always love you. He mumbled your name but all I heard was juh or something like that. Sorry nothing profound.”



“It’s Jenna. Thank you Fogarty.”



Others raised their hands and asked numerous questions until Fogarty said Bailey needed to come back, the link was getting weak. He would be too fatigued if he continued any longer.



“May the saddest day of your future be no worse than the happiest day of your past.” Fogarty left with a goodbye to everyone.



Conover moved forward, rubbed his eyes and stretched. “You can turn up the light now Quinn.”



Quinn turned the light up and gave Conover what appeared to be a glass of orange juice. Conover got up and walked to the podium.



“I hope you enjoyed the session. If you’d like to book private readings or channelings see Quinn. I’ll be in town for two weeks, but my time is limited. You can leave donations for this session if you wish with Quinn. I don’t charge fees for the readings or channelings but it’s helpful for my expenses. Thank you and goodnight.”



Guests were getting up to shake hands with Conover and others were leaving. Some of the guests were giving donations and booking sessions. Jenna was trying to finish her notes before she left. The details would fade and be sketchy by the time she got home. She wanted to incorporate similar ideas into her new story. It was fortunate she had learned shorthand in her senior year of high school. School ended six years prior but she remembered her steno. Jenna closed her notebook and put her pencil in her purse.



“Did you enjoy yourself Jenna? Was Bailey what you expected?”



“I’m… I have no words, a mind-blowing performance. If you host another medium put me on the guest list.”



“Of course, I always have someone each month. I’m not sure who I’m booking yet. Bailey is not a performance artist, he’s for real. I’ll call you again. My sales boost when one of the readers guests here. Paranormal investigation is an indulgence and passion of mine.”



“My neighbor shares your passion. I’ll introduce the two of you.”



“Have to see the guests out Jenna. Thanks for coming. I’m happy you enjoyed yourself.” He excused himself and walked over to the door as his guests were leaving.



Jenna decided to leave. She walked to the table and left ten dollars in the donation basket. She turned to find Bailey Conover standing behind her.



“I wanted to say something to you. When I came out of trance and looked around the room, I saw a shadow behind you. Not a good sign in my opinion. Thought I should forewarn you. I prefer to keep delicate information to myself, an unwritten code of ethics among psychics. Your case seemed urgent. Someone is intervening in whatever is happening in your life. Please be careful Miss.”



“Wow, I’m speechless. Thanks Mr. Conover for the warning. I’m confused but I’ll take it seriously.”



“I hope you do. Please call me Bailey. There’s something nagging at me about you,” he continued. “Recognition but I can’t seem to place the origin. I’m not all knowing even if people idolize psychics. Sometimes I’m stumped. The impressions don’t make sense or are vague. Do you understand Miss...?”



“I’m terribly sorry. My name is Jenna Gabriel. Name dropping hasn’t been my vocation lately. I’m forgetting to introduce myself. It’s really weird too because it’s not like me but at the moment it seems to be the norm.”



“I wouldn’t worry about it Jenna. May I call you by your first name?



“Sure.”



“When one undergoes stress, has a traumatic experience, it can cause forgetfulness.”



“Someone close to me died in a car accident.”



“Recognize the connection? Doesn’t take a psychic to figure that one out. Sometimes it’s about understanding body language. Many psychics have the knack. Debunkers trivialize psychic abilities to cold readings and body language. Nowhere near the truth. Body language is a jump-start to figuring out the over all picture of what we are receiving. Clients get nasty and I get embarrassed because people think I should know everything but I don’t. I’m just a man with a gift I didn’t ask for. Psychics make the best out of what they've been given. Oh, there’s my wife. I’d better be going. It’s been delightful meeting you Miss Jenna. I hope to see you again soon.”



Conover went over to Quinn and said something she couldn’t hear and left out the door. His wife, what she could see of her, was waiting for him outside the alley door. Jenna felt overwhelmed and decided it was about time she left. She preferred not to be the last person left in Quinn’s store. At the door she turned, Quinn had reached over and grabbed her hand.



“I’m glad you came tonight Jenna. I’ll give you a call soon.” He squeezed her hand and smiled.



“I’ll be waiting.” Jenna forgot she was holding his hand. He was staring at her. She looked down overcome with shyness.



He gradually released his hand from her grip. Quinn noticed he was making her uncomfortable. He felt satisfaction he unnerved her and told her goodbye.



When she got home she realized she was hungry. She decided to go into the kitchen and eat. The fridge was full. Her decadent side spurred her on to eat and take a leisurely bath before bed. The fact the clock read 1:00 am didn’t faze her. She would set her alarm so she wouldn’t miss getting to the post office in time to mail her manuscript.



Chapter 8



Morning came sooner than Jenna expected. What an irrational thought she realized because it came when it came. The grogginess that followed each night plagued her, a reoccurring problem since she had started house sitting at the Marren place. She was there to write and rest but it hadn’t panned out that way so far.



Downstairs her rough draft was still lying on the table. She didn’t know why she thought it would be moved but she had been having strange ideas lately. Turning on the radio, she heard a song from the movie Grease. She really wanted to see the movie, but she wouldn’t get the time to go to the theater while it was playing. The usual outcome would be to see it on television which might be a long time. 1978 is almost over she thought and she would be turning twenty-five in November. Depression had left her with a sense of growing old even though she knew that was another silly thought. She wasn’t even thirty yet, which was a milestone in her mind.



She hadn’t arrived in Carlton on the 1st. There had been some last minute arrangements made concerning David which held her up a few days. Carlton was typical of many towns in Rhode Island. The population was low therefore the theater wouldn’t be packed. Maybe Quinn might be interested in seeing the film providing he could find free time. He was busy with his shop and who knew what else. Of all the people she had met, he was her favorite. He was casual, considerate and open to new things. First priority at the moment was to focus her mind on getting her manuscript and walking down to the post office.



Handing the clerk her money, she was glad she finally got her novel sent off. It was one less thing to worry about. She wasn’t going to start writing on the next novel until Monday. She needed a break, a whole new life. House sitting wasn’t the panacea she’d hoped, but it was better than staying back home grieving over David’s death. Why even think about it anymore? It was time to move on, there was no choice.



Coming out of the post office she ran head long into Steve. He was carrying a package which he almost dropped.



“Hi,” said Steve. “Surprised to meet you here, but then I have met you under some of the strangest circumstances,” he laughed.



“Why is it so strange, Steve? This is Carlton and there’s only one post office.”



“We keep running into each other even if we’re living next door. I know very few of the neighbors. You’ve only been here a short time and I know you more intimately than anyone else in town. It’s ironic because you’re only visiting for awhile.”



“I guess,” said Jenna a little bored by the conversation.



“I thought I should tell you that you left your light on in your room. I saw it when I came out my door. It’s pretty bright.”



“That’s odd, I was sure it was off when I went downstairs. There’s only one light in my room and it’s a 25 watt light. It’s not very bright. For some reason, the Marrens only put one lamp in the bedroom. It’s one of those old-fashioned floor lamps. There’s a light in the bathroom but I know I didn’t leave that one on. How strange but thanks for telling me. I’ll check when I go home.”



Who cares if I left the light on, she thought. He was turning into being more like a meddling old woman. She wished he would mind his own business once in awhile. She liked him and she knew he was trying to be nice, but she felt he was really odd and she didn’t want to spend much time around him.



“I have to get going Steve. I’ll talk to you later.” Jenna turned and walked off down the street toward the house.



Steve stood there with his mouth agape wondering what was wrong with her. He never would understand women he thought and especially this one. He looked down at the box thinking how glad he was he hadn’t dropped it. He needed to get it shipped right away so he forgot about his encounter with his moody neighbor and went into the post office.



Jenna was crossing the street corner when Quinn came out of his shop and locked the door. He looked up and saw her and hurried over to the corner as she came to the other side.



“Hi,” she smiled.



“Hi back,” he said.



“What are you doing down here this time of day,” he said with a wink. “Aren’t you usually sleeping into the morning?”



“How perceptive of you,” she said with a sarcastic tone. “That was one morning due to my neighbor. I ran into him at the post office. I don’t want to stand here long. He’s being a pest.”



“I locked up for lunch, you want to come along? I know you loved the pub and that’s where I’m goin’ right now.”



There was that accent again. This time Jenna intended to ask him about it. She knew he had been around the world but for some reason she didn’t think he was born in the United States. Jenna, a stickler for details, often created embarrassing moments for herself due to her lack of tact at times. She realized she was too inquisitive to the point of prying.



Quinn grabbed her hand and they walked over to the pub. They sat in a booth this time and Jenna was trying to figure out how to bring up the subject.



“Jenna, I can tell something is on your mind and I have a hunch I know what it is by the way you reacted to something I said. Is it my accent? I have to tell ya’, people ask me all the time but you were polite enough to refrain from that and I appreciate it. You accepted me just for who you thought I was. It’s nice for a change. Everyone is always grilling me about my hair, about my heritage and a lot of other things. It’s nice to have a friend that wants to have a good time and not ask constant questions.”



“I don’t know if I can live up to that standard,” smiled Jenna. “I warned you how inquisitive I am. I was going to ask you.”



“I know and now I’m going to tell you,” said Quinn smiling. “I wasn’t born here in the states. I’m from Ireland. I was about twelve when my parents brought me to the US. I actually have many places I could call home. This is only one among them.”



“Yeah, I kind of picked up on that,” said Jenna.



“I noticed, as I said the other day, you are a very intuitive woman. Now that we are past that, what would you like to eat?”



“Jenna pointed on the menu and smiled. Sheppard’s pie, one of my favorites,” commented Quinn.



“The waiter walked up and said, are you ready to order?”



“Yes, Carl, two orders of Sheppard’s pie, a cola for the lady and a pint for me.”



“Wonderful choice, said Carl. “Our chef adds his own special ingredients to a simple recipe. It’s a favorite here. I’ll place your order and if there’s anything else you would like, either of you, just call out my name. I’ll hear ya’.”



“Jenna and Quinn talked the gamut of their interests. He talked about his next dig which would be connected to the Incas. He would be in Bolivia for about 18 months. She hated to hear that. She was already fond of him, but at least he wasn’t leaving for about a year.”



“Yes it’ll be interesting, said Quinn. “I’m afraid I’ll have to cut my hair some. I’m not looking forward to that but I’ll save it as sort of a trophy,” he grinned. “I have to tell you something Jenna and I have been weighing how to go about it. It’s something that has never happened at any time when Bailey has been channeling. I don’t know if I believe it myself but he says it’s the truth.”



“What is it Quinn?”



“Fogarty talks to him you know, he is his guide, and they are always in communication. He was alarmed. He said for the length of time he had been working with an instrument he had never encountered this anomaly.”



“All right but what is it” said Jenna becoming impatient.



“Hold on there girl, I’m gettin’ to it.”



“He says that the spirit who identified himself as David was not your David. It was a living person who was out of body in the astral. He or she was pretending to be your fiancé that passed. He doesn’t know why, he doesn’t know who, but that you should be cautioned.”



Jenna felt sick and the color seemed to drain from her face. She was frightened.



Quinn could tell she was upset and said, “I know this has scared you Jenna but just take it purely as something you need to know but nothing to be afraid of because over time we will surely find out what it means. You have people all around you that care for you and your family is only thirty minutes away. You have your crazy neighbor as well that I’m sure would dive into anything at a moments notice. He has already put himself to action twice. I don’t think you have anything to worry about. There have always been and always will be tricksters in the higher frequencies and some can get pretty nasty. They derive pleasure off of someone else’s pain. They are negative feeders. That is what they do in the astral.”



“The feeling I got when Fogarty was talking to me about what this person, being or whatever you guys call them, was benign. He said that he, she, it, whatever was trying to warn me about something but he didn’t get it all.”



“Yes and this is why Fogarty feels as well as Bailey that whoever it was meant you no harm. They felt you should know.”



“Honestly Quinn, I don’t know what I believe about all of this metaphysical stuff. I find it interesting but I’m still a skeptic I guess. Tell them thanks for me and I’ll be careful.”



“Great, that’s all they ask. You needed to know. Here’s our food, let’s eat,” he said changing the subject.



By the time Jenna got back to the house, it was already three o’clock. She had left early but she was having such a wonderful time with Quinn that neither of them noticed how fast the time passed. Quinn had offered to take her to dinner but she said no, she had a better idea. She invited him over to have dinner with her. A two hour nap would be sufficient and she could get up, start dinner and get ready. She knew what she would fix. Everything was there in the refrigerator and he wouldn’t arrive until nine. There was plenty of time. Quinn had some business to take care of until 8:30, so the timing was in her favor.



Jenna climbed the stairs and went into her room. As soon as she entered, she remembered about the light. The light wasn’t on. Steve was imagining things again she thought. She probably wasn’t even screaming either time he came over. It was his way to ingratiate himself with her. It wasn’t working and she was going to keep her distance or he would get on her nerves. He spent too many hours nose diving in a book she thought.



Snuggling down into the bed Jenna fell asleep. She hadn’t been getting enough rest and she was determined she wasn’t going to be yawning all evening while Quinn was there.



The light was starting to increase, creating a soft glow in Jenna’s room. She was too tired to even notice but the alarm was set so she wouldn’t oversleep. She knew, without that she probably would sleep for hours. She did hear the alarm. Jenna reached over and hit the off button and sat up in bed. She didn’t recall dreaming but that was how most dreams ended, forgotten.



Chapter 9



The light in her room was dim. Jenna went over and turned on the floor lamp. Going into the bathroom, she started running the water. She would start dinner and since it had to simmer for awhile, there would be plenty of time to take a short soak in the bathtub. The dress she planned to wear wasn’t fancy but she knew it would be affective for the evening. A show of long legs would catch his eye. Why was she going to such lengths? It was simple she wanted Quinn to desire her even though she felt guilty. Right now she would slip on her robe and go down to set the table. Her friends had told her she was driven. She was always over-detailed but she didn’t recognize that, she referred to it as thorough, driven to get what she wanted.



She was using chargers and crystal. She wanted him impressed since he was a world traveler. The wine was being chilled, white to go with her planned meal. Everything was perfect, candles and some flowers for a centerpiece. No one realized there was a garden in the back of the house. She had no idea why they kept the front so plain but the backyard was gorgeous with a pool created to blend with the landscape. It was the first of its kind she had ever seen. They had a bathroom off the back and extra bathing suits there. Maybe he would like a swim after dinner. Now all that was left was for her to get dressed, put on her makeup and finishing touches. She was as driven about her appearance as she was her writing but she knew it was lack of confidence that caused her to be so anal.



Jenna was coming back down the stairs when she heard a knock on the door. She went over to the door and opened it. Jenna was momentarily surprised and flattered by Quinn's attempt to impress her by dressing up for dinner. Quinn caught the look she gave him and felt satisfied.



“Come in Quinn,” said Jenna. Dinner is nearly ready. Would you like to go into the dining room? There’s a formal room in this house. She took his hand and led the way.



Quinn was flattered that she had gone to so much trouble. The table looked remarkable and the food smelled even better. He was starved but he couldn’t take his eyes off of Jenna.



“Sit down Quinn, relax, we know each other well enough to dispense with formality. I invited you and I can hardly serve dinner if you’re standing there staring at me,” she giggled.



“Was I doing that?” said Quinn smiling.



“Yes you were and I’m getting self conscious,” said Jenna. “My cheeks are getting rosy.”



Quinn laughed at her reaction to his attention.



“You sit down and I’ll go get the salad and we can start eating. I know when a man looks hungry, I have two brothers.”



They continued staring at each other but Quinn was being furtive about it. He started to help her clear the table but she said to leave it. She’d get it later. They took their glasses of wine and she started showing him the house. She wanted him to see the pool.



“This is a surprise,” said Quinn, “who would have guessed that the backyard looked like this? Why don’t we take a swim Jenna? I don’t want to miss the opportunity to swim in this pool. You think they would care?”



“Not at all, it’s not on the don’ts list.”



Quinn looked at her quizzically and said, “Don’ts list?”



“Never mind, I’m being facetious and will explain it all later but for now, there’s a bathroom entrance right over there and they have a number of bathing suits for use.”



“Who needs a suit Jenna?” he said in a sultry voice and stepped over and began kissing her. He brushed the hair away from the sides of her face and kissed her again. He couldn’t hide how excited he was. She could feel it when he held her close.



Quinn pulled down the straps of Jenna’s dress taking his time. She threw her dress aside and began to unbutton Quinn’s shirt. He stepped out of his pants and let them drop to the ground. He had braided his hair but she reached back and started pulling it apart. She wanted his hair down. She loved the feel of it in her hands and let her fingertips glide down his chest. He was muscular and so much so, she reacted to him as she had never had to David. She felt guilty and it hadn’t fit into her plans but Quinn was unique. She couldn’t stop touching him. She loved the feel of his body and how he was responding to her. Quinn stared at her almost holding his breath. She was, he didn’t know, he’d never taken the time to analyze his feelings in the past. It was always an urge to satisfy his desire. In Jenna’s case, he was confused. They slid down into the pool and embraced.



He explored her body in every way she could have imagined but she was done with that. She took his hand and pulled him up out of the pool. They went through the bathroom grabbing towels and up into her room. She wanted him and now. Her reaction was immediate and overwhelming yet she embraced it. She had never felt anything like it.



Quinn looked toward the mirror. He had seen a soft glow that had faded while they were distracted. He didn’t know who or what it was but someone had been watching them make love. He wanted to get a closer look at the mirror but he knew this wasn’t the right time.



“What’s wrong?” said Jenna concerned.



“Nothing darlin’, just enjoying it here with you?” he said lying. He didn’t want to lie to her but he knew now wasn’t the time to be honest about what he saw. Right now all he wanted to do is hold her, kiss her and make love to her again. Twenty minutes later that was what he was doing. It was so intense they both were dazed. She couldn’t believe how good she felt but all her energy was gone. She wondered if he was feeling the same. By the looks of him she thought he was, he looked exhausted. They had been in a state of frenzy almost like animals mating. She loved it!



“I hate to be saying this Jenna, but I have to go. I don’t want to leave you, but I have business early in the morning. Please understand it isn’t that I don’t care but I have to do this.”



“I don’t want you to go Quinn.”



“I know honey,” he said, “but I have no choice. I have a business to run and you have deadlines to meet.”



“All right, I’ll walk you to the door. Let me get my robe out of the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”



Her departure gave Quinn an opportunity to look at the mirror closer. He didn’t see anything unusual except for the intricate carving but he moved it so he could see the back side. There was the symbol Jenna had found, but he didn’t know then she had already seen it. She hadn’t said anything about it, assuming she would tell him. It appeared to be a gypsy sign but he wasn’t sure. He’d look it up tomorrow at the store. For now, he had to go.



Quinn didn’t want to get this involved with Jenna. He wasn’t prepared for it. It would be the first time he had let his emotions take control. There was no reason to ask her for any sort of commitment, that wouldn’t be justified considering her fiancé had died only a few weeks ago. Besides they’d only met a few days ago in her view. He believed she needed time to heal and relationships to compare, experiences to know what she felt. He knew this, he knew this well. He didn’t want to be her rebound experience. Jenna’s responses to him were sufficient for him to believe there was more. She walked back into the bedroom but she hadn’t hooked her robe shut. Quinn looked surprised when she nuzzled him. He had been so busy checking out the mirror he was still standing naked by her bed. She dropped to her knees and he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up saying, “No you don’t wench.”



Jenna giggled and said, “You know you want to stay.”



“Of course I do,” but I’m not a teenager. I know when it’s time to leave and that time is now.” He grabbed his briefs and pulled them on, his pants and put his shirt on buttoning it up part of the way.



“Come on,” he said, “walk me to the door. I’ll call you soon and you know where to find me,” said Quinn with a grin. He marveled at how comfortable he felt with her. They got to the door and he turned and gave her a quick kiss and was out the door. He knew better than to linger. His will power was waning and he had to get away or he would stay and he couldn’t do that right now.



Jenna was happy, she didn’t care if it was only this night but she knew inside he had feelings for her. She could feel it by the way he touched her. She thought he was overwhelmed by how fast it happened. What he didn’t understand, so was she. He was right, she was the intuitive one. She was supposed to go out with Michael tomorrow night and she would go. She had to know what she was feeling was real and not out of loneliness.



Jenna was going to sleep this time. She was exhausted but felt invigorated. Her mind was racing with so many thoughts she wanted to sleep. As she began to dream, she had visions of rolling hills and little thatched houses. It was a place where she could rest and find solitude. This had been her goal when she came to Carlton. She had yet to have a day that was peaceful. Tomorrow she wasn’t going to write. She would take a bubble bath, go into town to buy a dress for her date with Michael and for once get her hair done including a pedicure and a manicure. She would take the car to make travel quicker. She remembered seeing a beauty salon next door to the boutique. It would be ideal if they catered to walk-in clientele.





Chapter 10



Jenna didn’t sleep in she woke up at 8:30 in the morning. It was early but she couldn’t go back to sleep. She pulled her hair up in a ponytail, and got dressed. Grabbing her purse she left. By the time she got into town it would be after 9:00 am when all the stores would be open. There was so much to do she decided to take the car. She turned down the street where Quinn’s store was located and saw it had the closed sign up. That’s strange thought Jenna. Quinn didn’t say his business would take him away from the store. She didn’t have time to worry about it now. Parking she headed for the boutique. A well dressed middle-aged woman walked up and said welcome and asked if she could help her find anything. Did she have something particular she was looking for? Jenna hated retail people but in this case she was what she needed.



“Yes, I’d like to find a dress fancy enough for an evening out of town dining and a flight on a plane. I don’t want to over dress but I want to look my best.”



“What size are you dear,” said the lady. “I can see you are a little voluptuous so I would suggest maybe this size for you?”



Due to her measurements she usually had to have her dresses altered. She picked out a red dress and left. Next door the stylists looked busy, probably working on their regulars. Jenna went up to the desk and said, “Do you take walk-in clientele?”



It’s not our policy,” said a woman who walked up behind the hostess. “I have an opening now. There was a cancellation this morning.”



“I also need a pedicure and a manicure.”



“No problem,” said the woman, “we can accommodate you now. Let’s get your hair done and then you can relax while you have your pedicure and then the manicure. My name is Sophia and I will be your stylist today. Amy will be doing your nails and giving you a pedicure.”



That worked out well thought Jenna. She could relax while they did everything. She loved having someone wash her hair, but not so much the combing out. She would try to think of other things. She didn’t know why she was going to so much trouble but she wanted to give the date a chance.



Jenna left the girls tips and went up to the cashier in the front to pay her bill. Another woman walked over to pay for her visit and she looked at Jenna and said, “Are you the young lady staying in the Marren house watching it for them?”



“Yes,” said Jenna.”



“I’m Steve’s cousin. My name is Lisa. He’s always saying Jenna this and Jenna that. We’re about the only relatives we both have left. I worry about him so I call and I come for the occasional visit. He thinks you’re a special person Jenna. I hope you appreciate that? That’s a lot coming from Steve.”



Jenna wasn’t happy, it meant another complication. She felt it was a warning and would keep her distance from Steve.



“We’re just friends but I’m flattered. Are you a Saunders as well?” said Jenna.



“Yes I am, I never got married and my father and Steve’s father are brothers.”



“I see, well Lisa, it’s been nice meeting you. Steve never mentioned you. I have to go but maybe we’ll run into each other again while you’re here. You’re going to be here how long?” inquired Jenna.



“Two or three weeks so we might meet again. Maybe we can go out for coffee or lunch with Steve?”



“Sounds like a date,” said Jenna. She extended her hand and shook Lisa’s. “I hope to see you again but I have to leave now. I’m going out of town for the evening and I have to hurry.”



Lisa watched as Jenna got into her car and left. Steve had been right, the woman was stunning but something about her wasn’t right and she didn’t think she even was aware of it. Steve hadn’t mentioned her because he didn’t want everyone to know his cousin was a psychic and involved with ghost hunting. Most didn’t know she had a cousin including Quinn who had called her about a mirror. He had some business out of town for a couple of days so she planned to see him just as soon as he got back.



Carlton was an average town but full of interesting cases of the paranormal; hauntings, poltergeist activity and other manifestations she didn’t talk about with anyone because she didn’t want to be labeled the loony psychic.



When Jenna got home she sat down all her packages in the living room. It was only 2:00 in the afternoon and Michael said he would call first. He knew she would have the answering machine on and not answer the phone until 3:00 pm. She had time to eat something light before he called.



Carrying the packages upstairs, Jenna heard the phone ringing.



“Hello,” said Jenna. It was Michael on the phone. He was as charming as she remembered. She wasn’t dreading going out with him because she didn’t know how she felt about Quinn. Maybe she needed diversity so close after David’s death.



“When should I pick you up Jenna?”



“Give me about an hour Michael.”



“An hour it is, see you then,” and they both hung up.



Jenna had the salon also do her make-up so she wouldn’t have to worry about that. She took out her jewelry and she laid out her dress. It hadn’t wrinkled, which saved her time. Now she’d dig into her case, which wasn’t unloaded. She found the shoes she wanted and the small bag that matched. She was tan but tonight she needed stockings. It was cold out, which was unusual for this time of year. Maybe it was going to rain. Summer along the eastern seaboard could be unpredictable, sunny one day and raining the next.



Downstairs she got out her light coat and sat her purse down beside it. She went into the kitchen to stick some things into the dishwasher. She didn’t want Michael to think she was a messy person even though on occasion she was known to be but that was as a teenager.



Thirty-two she thought. He was almost eight years older but he didn’t seem that way to her. He really didn’t look or act older than most of her generation. It was Steve that looked and acted older. He was a little nerdy but not outwardly. He was only 28 and Quinn was 26. He was closer to her age. She was curious to see how the evening would go with a man several years older.



There was the knock at her door she was expecting. She opened the door but it was Steve standing on her doorstep instead of Michael.



“I’m sorry you’re all dressed up. I guess you’re going out tonight?”



“Yes Steve I am and I’m in a hurry.”



“I came over to ask if you’d like to go see the movie Grease with my cousin Lisa and I next Friday night? We could go to dinner afterward. Come on Jenna, I know you’ll have a good time.”



Jenna sighed, almost starting to laugh but she gave into inevitability. “Sure Steve, I’d be happy to go with the two of you. I’ve wanted to see it since they started advertising on TV.”



“Wonderful, we’ll come by for you about five on Friday. I’ll see you later and Steve went down the walk and over to his house.



About ten minutes later there was another knock. She hoped this time it was Michael. She went to the door and sure enough he was standing at the door.



“Hi,” is all Jenna could think to say. He looked, there were no words. Like Quinn he had known how to impress a lady and had gone all out. He had gotten his hair trimmed and it was in a shag style which was popular with all the younger men. He was darker in coloring with deep brown eyes. When he smiled he had two dimples that would appear suddenly making his face almost light up. He was very masculine but he was what her mother would call a “cutie.” She was starting to feel as she did when he was there the last time. She was attracted to this man even under the circumstances. It was strange, she felt much like she did when she first met David.



“You look stunning Jenna. I knew you were attractive but you’re much more than that.”



Jenna blushed at his comments. He could plainly see he was embarrassing her. He knew she wasn’t that worldly but it surprised him he had this affect on her. He smiled at the prospect of the evening.



Jenna hadn’t been blinded to how well he had dressed for their date. He had black on just like Quinn but Michael was wearing a suit with his silk shirt. What was it about these shirts that caught the eye of so many men? They definitely looked sexy thought Jenna smiling to herself. At least it wasn’t polyester. She was glad that was fading out.



They arrived at the airport ten minutes later. Michael wouldn’t be flying. He had one of his pilots doing that for him. He wanted to use his time to be with Jenna. He liked this woman and wanted to see where it led them.



“Where are you taking me,” said Jenna.



“You’re a curious woman aren’t you” said Michael smiling.



“Yes, of course, aren’t all women? I’m no different and I hate surprises. I have since I was little. I like to know where I’m going and what is happening. It’s just my nature. I guess I’m a little controlling but not in a pushy way,” said Jenna smiling back at Michael.



“Well, my dear, I’m taking you to New York City for dinner. I’m sure you’ll love it.”



“New York?” said Jenna excited. “That’s a distance from here isn’t it?”



“Not at all,” said Michael. “It’s about a forty-five minute ride by jet.



She had never been to New York even though her publisher was located there. She knew she was going to love this evening.



“I have a reservation at Marco Angelos. I’m friends with the chef so he is making us something special and his signature lobster pasta dish for you. We’re going from there to a private night spot where I have a membership.



“I’m so surprised. You went to such lengths. I don’t know what to say.”



“Then say nothing. Just enjoy yourself. That will be thanks enough for me,” said Michael smiling.



She felt like Cinderella and she knew it was silly but that’s how he made her feel. He never looked at another woman and some very attractive women walked by. His eyes never strayed. Men were looking at her and she thought Michael noticed by a faint look that crossed his face but he tried to hide it. Jealousy she thought was all right as long as he didn’t get out of hand. She liked the attention she had to admit.



He took her dancing; no one had done that before. He ordered a favorite southern drink for her. She hadn’t been enthusiastic about trying it, being a light-weight when she drank. She tried it and it tasted like punch to her. It wasn’t long before he ordered her another one. The evening was a blur and they decided it was time to go but when Jenna tried to stand, she wasn’t able.



“I’m having trouble standing Michael. What’s wrong with me?”



“Michael threw his head back and laughed. Haven’t you ever had too much to drink, Jenna?



“No,” said Jenna. “I avoid drinking because of this possibility. I don’t like the taste of alcohol.”



“I should have listened Jenna. I apologize. You’re inebriated on two drinks. I can get us adjoining suites in a nearby hotel and we can fly back after breakfast in the morning. Would you like that?”



“Yes, I think that’s best.”



Michael’s limo was waiting and he helped Jenna inside.



“My head is spinning Michael. You’re spinning as well,” said Jenna holding her head.



Michael couldn’t help but grin. He hadn’t been with anyone in a long time that reacted to alcohol in this fashion. He felt a little ashamed he hadn’t listened to her but he would get her into her room, have her take a shower and order some coffee. He called ahead on the car phone to get everything she would need brought to her room and ready for her when they arrived. He’d thought he might need rooms and had reserved adjoining suites ahead of time. He was a man who liked to be prepared and he felt the small fee for cancelling his reservation well worth the time he would have with Jenna. She was attractive not to mention well educated, even if she was a bit flighty.



They arrived at the hotel in a couple of minutes. He checked in and helped Jenna to her room. It was a beautiful suite but she wasn’t able to appreciate it at the moment. She could navigate now but her head was still swimming.



“Jenna I’m going next door to my room. Knock on the door when you’re done. Everything you need is either on your bed or in the bath. You need to take a shower or bath whichever you prefer but take one of them. It’ll help you sober up. I have coffee coming to my room and I hope you’ll come over and have some with me. He walked through the suite door.



Jenna grabbed what she needed and went into the bathroom. After about thirty minutes she felt better. She had combed down her hair and found the gown, robe and slippers left on her bed. A few last touches and she went over and knocked on the door between their rooms.



Michael opened the door smiling. “The coffee is here. Would you like some?” He said seating her at a table he had brought into his room. There was also an assortment of cheese, fruit and crackers.”



“What a treat,” Michael. You’ve made this evening special. I’m sorry I’ve spoiled it.”



“Spoiled it, on the contrary, I’m having a great time with you. I find your encounter with alcohol delightful. Just relax Jenna everything is fine.”



Michael leaned forward grasping both of Jenna’s hands and kissed her pulling her close. It was different from Quinn, not so energetic but it aroused her. He pulled her to a standing position. Putting his arms around her, he kissed her again, but this time it was intense. It reminded her of David. She was unsettled by that acknowledgement. A lot of things about him reminded her of David. Jenna knew she was infatuated but the distinction between that and love was sometimes minor.