Kim Koning Guest-blogs for #Creepfest!
Kim Koning...
I thought I would post you a first excerpt into my current WIP - a Paranormal Historical Trilogy: The Chaos Chasms
This excerpt is from Book 1 - Ring a Ring o' Roses ... Look out for the release in 2012
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My eyes flew open. I was trembling. I had felt a hand touch my temple. Nobody was there. I was alone in the drawing room. The fire was dying down. I walked across to the fireplace to re-stoke it. As I picked up the poker, molten ash from the fire suddenly blew up at me. I jumped back. My eyes burned. Some of the ash had gone into my eyes. I rubbed at my stinging eyes. My eyes watered. I opened them up. Everything was hazy before me. I opened my eyes wider, grimacing against the sting. The fire was high again. Then it died. There must be a wind through the chimney. I carefully peered up through the chimney. I could not hear the whistle of wind. I rebuilt the fire and relit it again. As I walked back to my chair, I heard a sound. It sounded like …like a cry. I turned around. The fire was dead. I walked slowly across to the fireplace again. I touched the logs. They were cold to my touch. There was a chill to the air. I wrapped my arms around myself. Perhaps there was snow in the air. I walked across to the window. The air remained unchanged outside. Not a breeze stirred. I opened the window.Putting my hand out in the air, I drew it back. I shivered. It was colder in the drawing room than the air outside.
I walked towards the door. I had to get warm. It was so cold. With my teeth now chattering from cold, I tried to
exit. The door was open but the doorway was blocked. Nothing was there. I triedagain. I could not leave. It was like walking into a doorway. I stopped. The cryagain. It sounded like a woman whimpering. I felt a hand touch my cheek. I
jumped back.
“Who is there? Make yourself known. Please. Who is there? What do you want?”
No answer. Then the whimpering started again. This time it seemed to be coming from the fireplace. I walked slowly across. In my mind I called Jal. As I got closer to the fireplace, the fire sprung to life again. I jumped back. But there was no warmth from the flames. The whimpering grew louder. I looked carefully at the flames, keeping my distance. My eyes still stung from the leaping ash.
I gasped.
There was a face flickering in the flames. This was where the whimpering came from. The face was mine. I stood locked in fear and shock. My limbs felt like they were encased in chains. I tried to look away. I tried to call out. Nothing but a strangled sound came from my throat. The eyes on my flickering face opened. They looked out at me. I felt myself being pulled. Nothing held me but the pull was inescapable. I glanced down in fear at my feet. I was held above the floor and I was moving, floating, through the air to my face in the fireplace. The flaming eyes were locked on my eyes. I could not think. I could not cry out. I could only stare in horror at my face burning in the flames. The whimpering became keening. It got louder and louder. I moved very slowly. I tried to stop. Suddenly the flames died. There was a strangled “NO” from the fireplace. For a moment I hung, suspended in the air. Then I fell. I hit the ground, narrowly missing the fireplace.
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Excerpt from Ring a Ring o' Roses - Book 1 "The Chaos Chasms" by Kim Koning -
All rights reserved Kim Koning 2011-2012
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I see ghosts and tell tales of their visits.
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