Wayward Soul Synopsis
While visiting a psychic, Carter Spence and Brenda Raycroft’s reading
turns tragic. The psychic touches them, suffers convulsions, and frantically
runs into the street into oncoming traffic. Their fate is sealed in a coma and
they must use any means possible to reach the psychic in the spirit world as
they dodge deadly complications in an attempt for answers.
Racing against time, they pursue the psychic’s message before she dies
and takes the answers they need with her. When the spirit of the previous
homeowner returns, this haunting soul begins tampering with the comatose
psychic.
This eerie sequel to Desert Son takes place four years
after Carter and Brenda discover they are a couple reunited beyond the grave.
The spirit world becomes intertwined with their own as they attempt to tap into
these secrets to uncover disturbing truths about their fate in this paranormal
roller coaster will shake your soul.
Excerpt
“Let’s
do it,” said Carter. “We’ve come this far.” Carter noticed reservations within
Brenda, but then she casually started to walk up the walkway to the house,
holding Carter’s hand. When they approached, the door opened as Carter was
reaching for the
knocker,
nearly getting the wrong knocker.
“Wow!”
said Carter. “You’re good!”
“Angie.” The psychic introduced herself with a
raucous chuckle. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
“And
confident,” Brenda chimed in.
Carter
and Brenda followed Angie into the small nook of a house and they ended up in a
small den. Everything about the house was small. She invited Carter and Brenda
to sit on the loveseat, then turned and sat in an old wooden chair with a blue,
padded seat cushion clinging on with little strips of cloth that appeared to be
aftermarket threads.
Carter
began to introduce himself. “My name is… ”
The
psychic jumped up from her seat with enlarged eyeballs and raced toward Carter,
yelling, “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” She then pressed her index finger against Carter’s
lips, instead of her own, and followed with “Shhhhhhhh! It would ruin my
reading if I got
your
name,” she said with enlarged eyes. “That’s why I only accept cash. Names
contaminate readings. I need a moment of silence to get tuned in to you both.
No more of that. Any questions?”
Carter
shifted nervously in his seat, trying hard to come up with a question. “I’d
like to know… ”
“Ut!”
yelled Angie. “No questions until after your reading. I told you that I don’t
want any outside influences, and a question and answer session in the beginning
would defeat the purpose.”
Carter
sighed in slight disgust, wondering why she would ask if there were any
questions. He sat silently, staring at Angie, wondering why he even came. One and done, he thought. He would never have to deal with her or anyone
like her again.
Angie
came off as a little abrasive, and this kept Brenda tightlipped. Carter had
never seen this side of Brenda. He looked at Angie sitting in the chair. There
was a lot of energy pent up in that little middle-aged body. She had very big
brown eyes, and Carter
estimated
that those eyes had given Angie the gift of sight for just beyond a
half-century. Her brown hair was a little bit wiry and landed near the back and
bottom of her heart. It seemed to him that sitting still was a difficult task
for this psychic. Carter could
read
into her a little as well.
Out
of the corner of his eye, Carter could see Brenda’s blues locked into Angie’s
browns. It was obvious that Angie commanded the room. A coffee cup smoldered on
the coffee table in front of her. The walls of the room seemed to shoot out
intermittent coffee mist. Carter would not have been shocked if he discovered
that Juan Valdez had lived here. The well-defined wrinkles on Angie’s cheeks
told of age or stress, or perhaps both. However, the initial greeting exuded a
youthful energy. Her big browns opened, and then closed. They opened again, and
then closed again. This time they stayed closed.
Angie
opened her eyes after a minute. She jumped up and leaped in front of Carter and
Brenda, startling them both and forcing them to jerk their bodies further back
onto the couch. She reached out with both hands, grabbed a hand from each of
them, and squeezed tight. Then she squeezed her eyes closed tighter.
Carter
looked down at the kneeling Angie as her eyelids fluttered and she began
bellowing and talking in tongues. Carter and Brenda exchanged rapid glances.
They did not know how to react. The coffee-stained air began to thicken and the
oxygen level decreased.
The
closed shades made the room rather dark for an afternoon. Angie suddenly went
silent and her eyes jerked open wide. She looked at Brenda with a horrified
look on her face, the bright whites of her eyes glowing in the darkened room.
Her mouth
transformed
into a rectangle as she slowly returned to her feet and inched her way back
from them, not once taking her eyes off of Brenda. Her body began to twitch
wildly. Carter could not make heads or tails of what the hell was going on, and
he and Brenda did not utter a word. Maybe
this was a test, he thought, and he would speak and get kicked out for
not playing right.
They
just let her be, and observed. He looked over again at Brenda, who appeared to
be shell-shocked. She didn’t even return his glance. Angie backed up to the
front door, feeling the walls along the way. She turned, screamed, and bolted
outside. Then
came
the horrifying sound of screeching brakes and a loud, impactful thud, followed
by another thud.
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