M.I.A.

It’s been a while! My last post was from September 2015, so crazy! So, here’s what happened. We built a house, and when I say built, I mean everything. My amazing husband, while working two full-time jobs, managed to build from the hole in the ground to the very last shingle, a 3,700 square foot house. I designed the house, but my role in the building process was more janitorial: cleaning, picking up, handing, finding, and moral support.

It’s been an experience. And not always a good one either. We are about a week, or two from moving in to our dream house, but it has been a bumpy road. I would never, I repeat NEVER, do it again. There was a point half of the way through that I was ready to call it quits, but exhaustion and determination saved us.

I have been writing. There are two book in the final stages, but I haven’t had the time, or energy to finish them. I am also revising Heightened because after a year and a half I hate the way it turned out.

I’ve done a lot of thinking and soul searching about whether, or not to continue my publishing efforts and I’ve come to the conclusion that I have no idea what I want. Not impressive at all, right? But it’s part of my charm, really it is, at least that’s what I tell myself.

What I do know is that I’m tired of being politically correct, of worrying about the what if’s, and the fear in general. So, Whatever does spew out of my mind will be a bit raw, uncensored, and maybe dark at time, or covered in sparkles served on a tray of rose petals all while kittens strum on harps. I’m not sure. But whatever it is, it will be genuine and not bow to any conformity.

Miria

E.P.I.C., Star Gazing: chapter-three

 

Here’s chapter-three!

 

 

THREE

 

 

 

 

Heather stood in the corner. She did not move. In fact, she had not changed her position in almost three days. She watched the light filter through the window, and then she watched it retract.

Even when the Guardians passed through the portal carrying the limp body, she remained still. She watched as they set her down, and she gasped for air. She wondered where she had gone, and what it would be like to travel beyond this world. The girl they called Ava awoke, unaware of her surroundings. She had fear in her eyes, but the man called Gideon smiled at her, and she calmed.

Heather loved the way Gideon smiled at Ava. She watched his face. The way his mouth turned, and the glint in his eyes. She longed for someone to look at her that way. Paul had laughed with her, talked to her, but he could not see her. He could not smile at her while gazing into her eyes.

She left him. She wanted him to love her, but she knew she had to find her way home. The problem was she had no idea where she belonged. She was caught between worlds. This placed that she wandered was no longer her home, but there was nothing else.

Heather stared at Ava. She wanted what she had; the ability to travel. If Heather could go to another world, she would be able to find her home or someplace more suitable.

She watched Gideon gently lift Ava and embrace her in his arms. Heather ached for any attention. She pushed herself tighter into the corner; she could feel the rough, cold wall pass through her, but she did not care. She whimpered. Ava turned her head and looked directly into Heather’s eyes. She had heard her.

Heather gasped. No one had made eye contact with her in a long time. She leaned away from the corner, still maintaining contact with her hands. She needed the security. She did not take her eyes off of Ava. She thought she saw sadness in her eyes, but then Ava did something entirely unexpected. Her eyes turned from sad to afraid, and then she mouthed the word, “help.”

Heather lost sight of Ava as they descended the stairs to the lobby below. She shook her head, did she just imagine it, or did Ava just ask for help? She closed her eyes and pictured Ava in that last moment. Heather knew she did not imagine it, but what was she supposed to do?

Heather glanced towards the portal. It appeared to be just an ordinary window made of extraordinary pieces of glass. She gazed back towards the stairs. They were gone.

“Do I go,” she muttered. “No, no I cannot.”

“What would I do, before,” she asked. “I would have gone. I would have taken control.”

She looked at the glass. She eased away from the corner. But she did not go, nor did she go down. She stood still.

“Go,” she said. “Why are you afraid?”

“I am not afraid,” she bantered back and forth with herself. “I am cautious. I know what happens when you take a chance. You die.”

“You are already dead,” she said. “Go.”

She stepped towards the portal. She brought her hands to the glass. She could not feel anything, which was not unusual. She had hoped that her touch would be significant. That when her hands met the beautifully colored glass a sensation would replace her constant numbness.

She pushed her hands and her head through the glass. She did not see a magical light. No, all she saw were the trees and lawn beyond the walls.

“How do they do it,” she asked?

She pulled herself back into the building. She examined the window, not leaving out any detail. She backed up and ran towards the window. She had watched Ava leap into the portal.

She jumped. She opened her eyes and saw the stars through the trees. She drifted down to the ground, landing with ease. She closed her eyes. Her heart ached for anything that would make her feel human again. She reached down to the ground.

She opened her eyes. Her hands were caressing the dewy grass, but she could not feel their blades. She did not feel the cool wetness of the dew. She watched as each piece passed through her flesh in a misty tangle of existence.

She thought about Paul. He wanted her to stay, but why? She could offer him nothing, for she consisted of no more than nothing. Then she thought of Ava. Was she in danger? Surely, Gideon would not harm her. No. she had seen the look in his eyes. He adored her, and Ava would be safe with him. So who was she supposed to save Ava from?

Something happened; a thought occurred to her that Paul and Ava might be closer to her than she could have imagined. She could not feel touch, cold, hot, or any other physical sensation, but she could sense changes in her environment. She also possessed an acute awareness of others like her, and she felt something approaching Lakeside.

Her curiosity lured her to leave the safety of the campus. She wandered through the tree lined grounds and came upon the road. She hesitated. The sensation intensified. She felt her soul tighten and tremble.

“Paul,” she moaned. “This must be why Ava was terrified.”

The more she concentrated on his image, the more upsetting the sensation became to her. She knew she did not have much time.

She stopped. The streets were still. The sun climbed above the horizon, illuminating the night. She felt the presence meander along the pavement. It pushed back the light. She could not see it. She could not hear it, but every part of her vibrated with its presence. She lifted herself above the town and gazed down upon the seemingly peaceful community. The early morning sun glistened on the calm surface of the lake. She could see a dark shadow, like a river of death intricately woven into every part of the town. She zoomed down to get a better look.

It stopped right in the middle of town, leaving a perfect empty square. She hovered above the shadow, but only for a moment before it began to dissipate, sending a thin veil of its existence across the entirety of Lakeside.

It was not black, as she suspected. She saw swirls of silver and gray, and hints of blue beneath the surface. The closer she got, the more intense her body vibrated. She shuddered, trying to shake the increasing feeling of discomfort and dread.

But then something unexpected happened; it responded to her fear. The colors swirled in frenzy directly underneath her. The silver reached upward, breaking the surface of the shadow with a sharp, cold hiss.

At first she gazed at the smooth tendrils as they approached in a playful and inquisitive manner. She even had to resist the urge to reach out to touch them, but then she saw her reflection in their mesmerizing surface.

It wasn’t just her distortion, but the deep feeling of despair that seeped into her soul that made aware of the danger the presence presented.

Heather lifted herself above the street, trying to avoid the intruder. She watched it spread and seep into every nook, every cranny. She waited until the light forced the darkness deeper into the shadows. The heavy dread had eased, and she knew Lakeside would be safe until nightfall.

She had one thought; she needed to warn Paul. She drifted towards his place. She did not know what she would say, but she knew she needed to say it quick.

 

Miria

 

E.P.I.C., Episode Two

Star Gazing

By: Miria Masdan

Published by Miria Masdan

Copyright 2015 by Miria Masdan

 

 

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E.P.I.C.: Star Gazing, chapter 1-2

Back to E.P.I.C. on the .com blog, but for all you Heightened and Rebel fans they are available on my web-site at, http://www.miriamasdan.com . It is easier to keep the two separate.

I want to know what everyone thinks of E.P.I.C.. Please feel free to leave a comment, or a review on Amazon or Goodreads. I’ve decided to post the entire novella on my blog. So, you’ll be able to read it for free from beginning to end!!!

 

 

ONE

 

 

 

 

Paul collapsed in a heap on the floor. His fist made a muffled thud as it slammed against the dingy carpet. A cloud of dust exploded, sending tiny irritants directly to his already stuffy nose.

“God, I hate these cases,” he said.

His radio crackled, “I can hear you.”

He didn’t welcome Pam’s mother hen tone. She had made it her job to keep the rowdy crew in line during their investigations, and since Ava’s disappearance she had been unbearable.

He took a deep breath, “I’m sorry.” He said it, but he sure as Hell didn’t mean it. He wanted to shout, run, or slam his head against the wall. He hated house calls.

Sure it was where they had started out. Ethan’s company motto blabbed on about giving back and helping those who are unable to help themselves, but ignoring the exciting cases to investigate footsteps in another attic was just plain crazy.

He knew Pam couldn’t handle any more stress. He didn’t want to be the cause of another one of her massive meltdowns. When Oliver told her about their McKinnley Hall investigation and how they lost Ava, she unleashed an arsenal of rage and terror upon the guys that lasted over a week.

“Are you guys getting anything,” asked Oliver. His voice echoed over the radio.

Ethan usually took the lead, but he’s been a mess. He hasn’t done anything but search for Ava for the last two weeks. Every night he camps out in her parlor, waiting and hoping that she will magically return.

Oliver stepped up and took charge. He’s a good investigator and an even better leader, but the team just isn’t the same without Ethan and Ava. They had a chemistry that ignited the paranormal world into a blaze.

“This place is dead,” said Paul. “It is just an old, creaky house with too many active imaginations. We’re wasting our time when we could be investigating some real shit. We have to look into the mysterious creature that Ethan and I saw dart off into the woods, or what about all the calls about the girl lurking around in the shadows? This sucks!”

“Wow, tell us how you really feel,” said Oliver.

“You’re unprofessional,” said Pam. “We have work to do in the here and now.”

“You better tell your girlfriend to back off,” he said. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“You’re just pissed because Heather decided to go back to McKinnley Hall,” said Pam.

“No, I’m not,” he said.

“Yes, you are,” she snapped back.

“Oh my God you two are being ridiculous,” said Oliver. “It’s like working with a bunch of two-year-olds.”

A loud thud against the outside of the house stopped the conversation. Paul jumped up and ran to the window. He saw Pam leap out of the van. She looked around confused. Oliver darted out the front door and down the steps. He stumbled on the two-foot gnome that greeted everyone who used the front walk. He knocked it over, sending it tumbling towards the road.

Paul couldn’t see anything unusual from the second floor. He opened the window and leaned out. At first he didn’t see anything, but then he noticed a dark spot on the cream colored siding.

It wasn’t a large spot, maybe about the size of a baseball, but it was odd. He leaned out farther. The edges of the spot appeared to be sizzling, and he thought he could see smoke billowing from it.

“Hey, do we have a ladder,” he yelled down to Oliver and Pam?

“I don’t know,” said Pam. She looked at Oliver, “maybe the garage?”

Oliver ran around the side of the house. Paul met him just as he was lugging an old wooden ladder out of the garage.

“It’s not in good shape, but it might work,” said Oliver.

Paul grabbed his video camera and climbed the ladder. The bottom was uneven, and it wobbled every time he stepped up to the next rung. Oliver stayed on the ground holding the bottom. Pam stood back and recorded the whole situation.

Paul reached the spot. He couldn’t believe what he saw. It was burned, and it was spreading. It was now the size of a basketball. He turned on his camera and started to record.

“I need some water, or something to put whatever this is out,” he said.

“We have a fire extinguisher in the van,” said Pam. She turned around, still recording with her camera. She grabbed the extinguisher. She didn’t look as she swung around the end of the van, and she tripped over something. She landed on top of a bed of impatience. She jumped up and ran to the guys.

She handed Oliver the extinguisher, and he started to climb the ladder. He glanced over his shoulder to talk to her, but something crossing the road caught his attention.

“What the Hell,” said Oliver.

“What,” asked Pam?

“I thought I saw something,” he said. “I don’t know what it was, but it was fast, and it was red.”

“Where,” she asked?

“Crossing the road,” he said. “It looked like a kid, but it’s after midnight.”

“I don’t see anything,” she said.

“Hey, hurry up,” shouted Paul. “It’s getting worse.”

Oliver handed him the extinguisher and backed down the ladder. He pulled the trigger and sprayed the area with everything in the canister.

Paul descended the ladder and stood on the ground looking up at the spot. Oliver and Pam stood next to him. They didn’t speak. The wind picked up, and the smell of the charred siding drifted down to them.

“I think we should call the homeowner,” said Pam. “Maybe the fire department, just to be sure it is out.”

“Okay,” said Oliver.

“Did you hear that,” asked Paul? “It sounded like a cat hissing.”

He walked over to the bushes next to the front sidewalk, and sure enough there was a gray tiger cat with a bobbed tail hissing and staring underneath a rose bush.

“Whatcha looking at kitty,” said Paul. He bent down and peered under the bush, but a rustling from the bushes behind him snapped his attention in that direction. “What the heck.”

The cat growled and arched its back. Every hair on it was standing straight up. Paul stepped towards the bushes and something scurried away, making an unusually human like gasp as it fled. The cat dashed up the front porch steps and hid under the white rocker by the door.

“I called the fire department,” said Oliver. “Pam is talking to the home owners right now.”

“Something was just right there,” said Paul. “It ran off into the woods. It freaked the cat out.”

He turned his attention back to the rose bush. He leaned down again and saw something moving around. He knelt down and turned on his flashlight. It was a bird.

It hobbled and wobbled. He scooped it up and took it to the van. It was charred.

“What happened to it,” asked Pam. “You don’t think it had to do with the house, do you?”

“Hell yeah,” he said. “I think whatever hit the house hit this poor little guy first.”

“He’s not looking so good,” she said.

“I’m going to take him home and see if I can help him,” said Paul. “Do we have something to put him in?”

“Let me see,” she looked around the van and came back with a small box. “The donuts are gone, and it closes up so he can’t escape.”

“Perfect,” he said.

“You’re not going to take that thing home,” said Oliver. “Put it out of its misery, or let the cat finish him off.”

“That’s mean,” said Pam. “I can’t believe you’d say that. I think Paul is a sweetheart for trying to save him.”

“Bob,” said Paul.

“What,” asked Oliver?

“I’m naming him Bob,” he said.

“You named it,” asked Oliver? “You two are insane.”

He walked away, and into the house. He walked out a few minutes later with their equipment. Apparently he was done with the investigation.

 

 

TWO

 

 

 

 

An SUV with a flashing light pulled into the driveway. Chief Rowland Parker walked up to the trio and laughed.

“I think I’ve heard it all,” he said. “Show me this spot.”

He climbed the ladder, inspected the spot and climbed back down. He searched the ground, and a few minutes later he laughed again.

“Here it is,” he said. He took out his cell phone and dialed. “Hey, send out a crew. It looks like we have one of those meteors like over at Riverbend.”

“Meteor,” asked Oliver?

“This is our first one, but there have been reports all over Central New York,” he said. “They aren’t big, but they can cause some damage. They started a couple of fires over in Riverbend last week.”

“It was on the news,” said Paul. “There’s some sort of meteor shower passing by the Earth.”

“The Perseid meteor shower,” said Pam. “It comes by every summer. It’s just starting, the peak isn’t until the 13th of August. It should be a fantastic show this year; the moon will be waning towards a new moon, so it won’t interfere so much.”

“Wow,” said Oliver. “I didn’t know I was dating an astronomer.”

“I like the stars,” she said. “I feel connected to their celestial magic.”

“Okay, that sounds more like my zany, but serious girl,” he said.

Paul sighed and walked to the van to put away the rest of their equipment. Listening to Oliver and Pam’s corny banter was not high on his list of things to do at that moment. He finished packing away the cameras and closed the doors. He turned around and leaned against the van.

He stared into the darkness between the trees and brush. He went over everything that had happened since the meteor hit the side of the house. He leaned around the side of the van and peered towards the front walkway. He thought about the sound he heard from whatever it was in the bushes.

He grabbed a flashlight and searched the flowerbeds and bushes. The batteries were drained causing a weak beam that didn’t illuminate efficiently. He gave up and headed back to the van, but he stopped dead in his tracks.

Across the road, at the edge of the woods stood a child dressed in dark clothes with a hood over its head. He couldn’t tell if it was a boy or a girl. It looked directly at him. It didn’t move.

“Hey,” he shouted. He took a step in its direction.

It turned and ran into the woods. He darted across the road and stopped at the edge. He was about to jump the ditch when a rustling sound from back across the road grabbed his attention. He whipped around and saw something scamper towards the house. He ran towards it.

He leaped over the flowers and directly in the path of a skunk ready to strike. Paul didn’t have time to dodge the assault of stench. He gagged and spat. He stumbled over the edge of the flowerbed and fell on the ground. He rolled and wiped his face in the grass.

“Did it get you,” asked Oliver? “Oh man, you stink. Where did it go?”

Pam grabbed a sweatshirt from the van and handed it to Paul. He wiped his face and managed to stand.

“I need some water,” he said.

Pam grabbed him a bottle from the van. “What were you doing?”

“Did you see the kid,” he asked?

“What are you talking about,” she asked?

“I saw a kid run off into the woods,” he said.

“You must have been seeing things,” said Pam. “It’s too late for a kid to be running around in the woods.”

“It was staring right at me,” he said. “I didn’t imagine anything.”

“I saw something earlier too,” said Oliver. “It was about the size of a kid, but it was fast. I didn’t get a good look at it. Hey, was it wearing red?”

“No,” he said. “It was dressed in dark clothes, a sweatshirt, or something with a hood.”

“You both are hallucinating,” said Pam. “But I guess that since both of you claim to have seen something we should come back in the daylight and take a look around.”

“Sounds good,” said Oliver. “I think we’ve all had enough of this place for one night.”

“I’m ready to go home,” said Paul.

“You’re not getting into the van like that,” said Pam. “We’ll never be able to get the smell out.”

“I’ll take him home,” said Chief Parker. “He can ride in the back with the windows opened.”

“I can walk its only a couple of miles,” he said. “I could use the airing out.”

“Are you sure,” asked Pam. “It’s late.”

“No one is going to come near me smelling like this,” he said. “I think I will be safe.”

“You have a point,” she laughed.

The fire crew finished gathering the meteor and Oliver and Pam packed the rest of the equipment into the van. Paul sat on the porch watching and waiting.

He waved to everyone as they left the house. He waited until their taillights faded before he started towards home. Pam had left him a flashlight with fresh batteries. He clicked it on and stepped onto the road. There were no sidewalks this far out of town. He didn’t cross to the other side.

He half expected to see the child watching him from the shadows, but the woods seemed empty. He looked over his shoulder towards the house. Nothing appeared to be out of the ordinary, but he had a sinking feeling that he had just witnessed something extraordinary.

The road leads straight to the main road, but it took about fifteen minutes to walk it. He passed three other houses. They were all dark. The residents sound asleep, unaware of his presence.

He turned right at the corner and started the thirty minute trip into town. He moved into the apartment over Ethan’s grandfather’s auto mechanic shop about two years ago. Ethan’s grandfather was still more than capable of taking care of himself, but he had a difficult time climbing the stairs to his apartment. So he moved into the local retirement home. He still came to work every day. He loved working on the cars. Ethan hired a local boy who had graduated from the county vocational school in auto mechanics. He did most of the repairs with the supervision of Ethan’s grandfather.

Paul had walked for about ten minutes when he saw the gates to Ava’s estate. He stopped. They were closed. He took a closer look. A chain with a padlock hung from the iron bars. He had known Ava for a long time, and he couldn’t recall a time that she had ever locked the gates.

Almost two weeks ago she had gone missing. Ethan had spent every night at her place. Paul wondered why he had locked the gates tonight. Maybe Ava had returned, and he didn’t want anyone interfering.

Paul walked for another five minutes until he came to the path that lead straight to Ava’s estate. He paused before he entered. It was almost the exact spot that he and Ethan saw the naked, hunched creature escape into the woods.

He checked his phone it was 4:23 am. The sun would be coming up soon, but he wanted to check out the estate. He jumped over the ditch and entered between two old maple trees.

It didn’t take him long to backtrack to the estate. He turned off his flashlight and waited just inside the tree line. The path emptied out on the side of the house, but towards the back of the yard. He couldn’t get a good look at the front, but he could see a car, not a truck parked in the driveway.

He stayed in the shadows as he crept around to the front of the house. He saw a black Cadillac and a black van, neither belonged to Ethan or Ava.

There were lights on in the downstairs. He decided to get a closer look. He ran across the lawn and hid behind a tall arborvitae. The curtains were drawn. He couldn’t see or hear anything. He moved to the back of the house.

The back porch light was on. A man leaned against the post by the stairs, and a woman was sitting on the porch swing. He couldn’t see her face, but she had long dark hair.

He crouched and listened.

“You know I will do anything for you,” he said. “I’m like the others.”

“How’s that,” she asked?

“I won’t fail,” he said. “I can do what they couldn’t.”

“Do you smell something,” the girl asked?

“It’s a skunk,” he said. “Maybe we should go inside.”

Paul sunk down as far as he could go. The girl looked out across the lawn. He strained his eyes, but he still couldn’t see her face. Deep down he knew who it was, but before he could tell Ethan he needed proof.

The shadows were retreating, and Paul knew he wouldn’t be able to make it back into the woods undetected once the sun came up. He darted across the lawn and ducked into the trees. He waited until the light replaced the dark.

He made it back to the road and walked the rest of the way home. He opened his door and flopped down on his couch. He closed his eyes and allowed the warmth and numbness of sleep to engulf his weary body.

The first thought to pop into his mind was of tacos. He had meant to grab some the night before, but he had gone to talk to Heather. He waited on her staircase for over an hour, but she didn’t respond to him.

“Oh shit,” he sat up and grabbed his keys off the coffee table. “I forgot Bob.”

 

Miria

 

E.P.I.C., Episode Two

Star Gazing

By: Miria Masdan

Published by Miria Masdan

Copyright 2015 by Miria Masdan

 

 

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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, persons, living or dead, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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HEIGHTENED: chapter-two

 

Here is chapter-two, it is short, but I wanted to separate Quinn and Emma. I love this book. I’ve read it too many times to count, and I’m always surprised at what I have created. I hope you enjoy chapter-two!

Miria

 

Heightened front cover

 

 

CHAPTER TWO

Emma

 

My arms flail out, and I claw and dig my hands into whatever I can find. I grab my sheets and tear then from the mattress. I jolt into a sitting position. My heart thrashes against my chest. I reach down and feel my leg. It’s intact; there’s no blood, no wound. My cheeks are wet, and I blink back tears. I close my eyes and reach my hand down. I hesitate. I need to feel him beside me: breathing and alive. My heart sinks; my hand finds nothing but the cold mattress. The tears begin again. A knot forms in the back of my throat, and I gasp for air.

“Quinn,” I whimper.

“Emma,” my sister Pam, whispers. “Did you hear that?”

“No,” I say trying to hide my quivering voice.

“It sounded like an explosion,” she says.

“You’re dreaming,” I say. “Go back to sleep.”

I wait a few minutes until I can hear her snore. I get up and look out our window. I don’t see anything. The farm looks peaceful, almost magical with the moon highlighting every object.

I curl up under my covers, and think about him. I smooth the sheets where he should be sleeping. The fabric is cold. The panic churns in my gut. It always takes a while for me to calm myself down after I have the nightmare. It’s so real, and the heartache that comes from realizing that he’s only my imagination, is excruciating.

Sweat drenches my entire body, not a warm exhausted sweat, but a cold, cling to my body make my skin crawl sweat. I pull my covers tight around my face and curl my legs towards my chest. It is bitter for September.

My father said he can’t remember a year this cold and wet. Our crops have suffered, and it is the first year we didn’t make our quota. But it is the same across most of the Federation, especially in my territory: Eleven.

My body is trembling, not from the cold, but from my nightmare. I can remember his name, eyes, and the forbidden feelings that wash over me in a wave of twisted heat and pain. Whoever he is; he needs my help. I try to save him, but I am not successful. The feelings of failure, loss, and fear consume me.

When I think of him, a ripple of longing builds and explodes into a frenzy of uncontrollable emotions. I am not programmed with extreme emotions. Federation citizens operate a desensitized program, lacking any extreme in the human emotional experience. We perform at an optimal level of emotional stability; which means we are always in a state of normal with no swings into the fringes of emotion.

To prevent the deviant behaviors that result from the extremes, sadness, anger, pleasure, and fear are dulled by our programs. The Federation implants each citizen with a receptor that controls our emotional state, monitors our systems, manages our programs, and maintains and repairs minor malfunctions. The initiation of the receptor program was almost fifty years ago, and the Federation has eliminated depression, aggression, addiction, panic, lust and the disease and death associated with the extremes. There are no senseless crimes. Every citizen contributes and works towards the betterment of society.

But I’ve always been heightened. I can suppress and hide my emotions, but the older I get, the more intense they become, and the more difficult it is to keep my secret.

My name is Emma Greene. I’m 18 years old and a citizen of the Federation of Territories. I live in the territory of Eleven. Today I become an adult and for one full night I, along with all other adult citizens, will be allowed to live unrestricted and heightened. Tonight I will no longer have to hide. I will be able to tear down my façade and finally be free of my self-inflicted restraint.

I open my eyes and concentrate on my breathing. I need to fall asleep, but all I can think about is advisement and assignment. In 3 hours, my alarm will wake me up for my last year of pre-occupation education. In the morning, I will sit in the forum and wait for the proctors to select my order of internships.

I will spend the next year learning each component of our government. The Federation proctors decide my occupation based on my scores. I don’t have a choice. The government requires complacency.

I concentrate on the Heightening. There is only one person that might get in my way; Adam, my Proctor. He is older, strict and proper. Tonight is not his first Heightening. He has applied to be my partner and I’m sure he has plans for me. The thought of him unrestricted is unsettling.

I repeat each component in my head until I fall back to sleep. The rest of my night is restless. My mind overworks itself into a mess of stress and craziness. I want to be a good, productive citizen that contributes in a positive, meaningful manner, but I have to remind myself to make conscience decisions about whether my actions are Federation approved. After all, it is what our government wants and needs to keep the peace and security. It is also necessary to forward the Federation’s advancements and to preserve the human race.

 

Miria

 

 

HEIGHTENED

The Federation Series

By: Miria Masdan

Published by Miria Masdan

Copyright 2015 by Miria Masdan

Cover Design: Amygdala Design: www.amygdaladesign.net

 

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HEIGHTENED: chapter-one

Heightened has been out for a few months, but I haven’t promoted it yet. I’ve been waiting for it to go on sale for free. Well, we’re fast approaching the big sale. In the beginning of September I will be releasing REBEL, and HEIGHTENED will be free. So, I have decided to give everyone a little taste of The Federation Series.

Heightened front cover

CHAPTER ONE

Quinn

I climb down, next to where the blast shattered the wall like it was glass, and not concrete. I’ve seen attempts to breach our defenses, but nothing like this, no one has ever made a dent in the Federation.

I make it to the ground and survey the damage. The hole is small, about a foot in diameter. There are no footprints, or any other evidence that might indicate who’s responsible for the attack.

“What do you think?” I ask my friend and commanding officer, Max. “Last I knew our local rebels didn’t have anything close to this type of weapon or technology.”

“There were four attacks this morning,” Max says. “All of them coordinated, all of them the same.”

“It was more than the blasts,” our friend Smith says. He’s a Defense Officer, just like me and Max. “There were some hellacious energy spikes at the exact same time.”

“They’re testing our defenses,” says Max. “This is just the beginning.”

“What are our directives,” I ask? “Are we still attending the Heightening?”

“Officer Calder,” he says. “Our directives have not changed.”

“But this is more important,” I say, “sir.”

“Tell him, Smith,” he says.

“What?”

“It’s fucking awesome,” Smith says. “I’ve never seen anything like it. All these energy spikes seem to be centralized around the Eastern POE.”

“And that means?”

“There are always some spikes, here and there, but these are incredible, strong,” he says. “It’s almost like they were responsible for the blasts.”

“That would mean they came from inside the Federation?”

“Sort of,” he says, “they definitely came from the outside. Look at the blast pattern, no doubt about it, but the command; it came from inside.”

“Alright we need to do a complete scan of the area,” Max says. “The crew is coming soon to fix the wall.”

Smith is a tech guy; he sets up his computers and scans the dead zone, and the forest beyond for any signs of life. I’m a grunt; I pull out my weapon and head into the forest. I search for an hour but find nothing. The woods are quiet.

I find a stream and follow it back towards the wall. It makes me think about home. I’ve been in Defense for two years. My aunt and uncle raised me; they were in Defense. Our station was a wall post. It was in the middle of a forest. I played in it as a kid.

A low beep echoes in my right ear, indicating I have a message.  All I have to do is think a command and my program responds, “access text.” The message appears in my field of vision, along with my coordinates, my operating mode, and environmental conditions.

It’s from Max. They’re ready to leave. I pick up my pace and exit the forest. I follow the tree line. I haven’t gone far when a warning appears on my visual display. It indicates a life force fifty yards to my south.

They are using the trees as cover. I charge my weapon and continue my projected course. I hear the shuttle before I see it. The life force, must have also heard it; they stop and maintain their position.

The shuttle sets down, and I enter, taking a seat next to Smith. We ascend, hovering over the dead zone.  Smith is busy with his equipment.

“Smith, assessment,” demands Max.

“The subject is a fifteen-year-old, off-line female,” he says. “The scan indicates she’s armed with a handgun.”

“Follow protocol,” Max says.

“Yes sir,” he says.

Smith enters a code into his tablet, and a low hum vibrates the shuttle. It last for less than ten seconds.

“Report,” Max says.

“The subject has been neutralized,” he says.

“Let’s take a trip over the forest,” Max says. “We can cover the area between here and the river.”

We hover just above the trees. We find eight more life forces, and neutralize them all. Our shift is almost over, so we head back to our post.

I lean my head against the seat and close my eyes. I’m exhausted and conflicted. Our job is to protect the citizens of the Federation, at any cost. But killing children playing in the woods, even if they are armed, seems extreme to me.

Miria

HEIGHTENED

The Federation Series

By: Miria Masdan

Published by Miria Masdan

Copyright 2015 by Miria Masdan

Cover Design: Amygdala Design: www.amygdaladesign.net

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E.P.I.C. Episodes Two: Star Gazing, chapter-one

Here’s a taste of Episode two, Star Gazing.

 

ONE

 

 

 

 

Paul collapsed in a heap on the floor. His fist made a muffled thud as it slammed against the dingy carpet. A cloud of dust exploded, sending tiny irritants directly to his already stuffy nose.

“God, I hate these cases,” he said.

His radio crackled, “I can hear you.”

He didn’t welcome Pam’s mother hen tone. She had made it her job to keep the rowdy crew in line during their investigations, and since Ava’s disappearance she had been unbearable.

He took a deep breath, “I’m sorry.” He said it, but he sure as Hell didn’t mean it. He wanted to shout, run, or slam his head against the wall. He hated house calls.

Sure it was where they had started out. Ethan’s company motto blabbed on about giving back and helping those who are unable to help themselves, but ignoring the exciting cases to investigate footsteps in another attic was just plain crazy.

He knew Pam couldn’t handle any more stress. He didn’t want to be the cause of another one of her massive meltdowns. When Oliver told her about their McKinnley Hall investigation and how they lost Ava, she unleashed an arsenal of rage and terror upon the guys that lasted over a week.

“Are you guys getting anything,” asked Oliver. His voice echoed over the radio.

Ethan usually took the lead, but he’s been a mess. He hasn’t done anything but search for Ava for the last two weeks. Every night he camps out in her parlor, waiting and hoping that she will magically return.

Oliver stepped up and took charge. He’s a good investigator and an even better leader, but the team just isn’t the same without Ethan and Ava. They had a chemistry that ignited the paranormal world into a blaze.

“This place is dead,” said Paul. “It is just an old, creaky house with too many active imaginations. We’re wasting our time when we could be investigating some real shit. We have to look into the mysterious creature that Ethan and I saw dart off into the woods, or what about all the calls about the girl lurking around in the shadows? This sucks!”

“Wow, tell us how you really feel,” said Oliver.

“You’re unprofessional,” said Pam. “We have work to do in the here and now.”

“You better tell your girlfriend to back off,” he said. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“You’re just pissed because Heather decided to go back to McKinnley Hall,” said Pam.

“No, I’m not,” he said.

“Yes, you are,” she snapped back.

“Oh my God you two are being ridiculous,” said Oliver. “It’s like working with a bunch of two-year-olds.”

A loud thud against the outside of the house stopped the conversation. Paul jumped up and ran to the window. He saw Pam leap out of the van. She looked around confused. Oliver darted out the front door and down the steps. He stumbled on the two-foot gnome that greeted everyone who used the front walk. He knocked it over, sending it tumbling towards the road.

Paul couldn’t see anything unusual from the second floor. He opened the window and leaned out. At first he didn’t see anything, but then he noticed a dark spot on the cream colored siding.

It wasn’t a large spot, maybe about the size of a baseball, but it was odd. He leaned out farther. The edges of the spot appeared to be sizzling, and he thought he could see smoke billowing from it.

“Hey, do we have a ladder,” he yelled down to Oliver and Pam?

“I don’t know,” said Pam. She looked at Oliver, “maybe the garage?”

Oliver ran around the side of the house. Paul met him just as he was lugging an old wooden ladder out of the garage.

“It’s not in good shape, but it might work,” said Oliver.

Paul grabbed his video camera and climbed the ladder. The bottom was uneven, and it wobbled every time he stepped up to the next rung. Oliver stayed on the ground holding the bottom. Pam stood back and recorded the whole situation.

Paul reached the spot. He couldn’t believe what he saw. It was burned, and it was spreading. It was now the size of a basketball. He turned on his camera and started to record.

“I need some water, or something to put whatever this is out,” he said.

“We have a fire extinguisher in the van,” said Pam. She turned around, still recording with her camera. She grabbed the extinguisher. She didn’t look as she swung around the end of the van, and she tripped over something. She landed on top of a bed of impatience. She jumped up and ran to the guys.

She handed Oliver the extinguisher, and he started to climb up the ladder. He glanced over his shoulder to talk to her, but something crossing the road caught his attention.

“What the Hell,” said Oliver.

“What,” asked Pam?

“I thought I saw something,” he said. “I don’t know what it was, but it was fast, and it was red.”

“Where,” she asked?

“Crossing the road,” he said. “It looked like a kid, but it’s after midnight.”

“I don’t see anything,” she said.

“Hey, hurry up,” shouted Paul. “It’s getting worse.”

Oliver handed him the extinguisher and backed down the ladder. He pulled the trigger and sprayed the area with everything in the canister.

Paul descended the ladder and stood on the ground looking up at the spot. Oliver and Pam stood next to him. They didn’t speak. The wind picked up, and the smell of the charred siding drifted down to them.

“I think we should call the homeowner,” said Pam. “Maybe the fire department, just to be sure it is out.”

“Okay,” said Oliver.

“Did you hear that,” asked Paul? “It sounded like a cat hissing.”

He walked over to the bushes next to the front sidewalk, and sure enough there was a gray tiger cat with a bobbed tail hissing and staring underneath a rose bush.

“Whatcha looking at kitty,” said Paul. He bent down and peered under the bush, but a rustling from the bushes behind him snapped his attention in that direction. “What the heck.”

The cat growled and arched its back. Every hair on it was standing straight up. Paul stepped towards the bushes and something scurried away, making an unusually human like gasp as it fled. The cat dashed up the front porch steps and hid under the white rocker by the door.

“I called the fire department,” said Oliver. “Pam is talking to the home owners right now.”

“Something was just right there,” said Paul. “It ran off into the woods. It freaked the cat out.”

He turned his attention back to the rose bush. He leaned down again and saw something moving around. He knelt down and turned on his flashlight. It was a bird.

It hobbled and wobbled. He scooped it up and took it to the van. It was charred.

“What happened to it,” asked Pam. “You don’t think it had to do with the house, do you?”

“Hell yeah,” he said. “I think whatever hit the house hit this poor little guy first.”

“He’s not looking so good,” she said.

“I’m going to take him home and see if I can help him,” said Paul. “Do we have something to put him in?”

“Let me see,” she looked around the van and came back with a small box. “The donuts are gone, and it closes up so he can’t escape.”

“Perfect,” he said.

“You’re not going to take that thing home,” said Oliver. “Put it out of its misery, or let the cat finish him off.”

“That’s mean,” said Pam. “I can’t believe you’d say that. I think Paul is a sweetheart for trying to save him.”

“Bob,” said Paul.

“What,” asked Oliver?

“I’m naming him Bob,” he said.

“You named it,” asked Oliver? “You two are insane.”

He walked away, and into the house. He walked out a few minutes later with their equipment. Apparently he was done with the investigation.

~Miria~

 

 

E.P.I.C., Episode Two

Star Gazing

By: Miria Masdan

Published by Miria Masdan

Copyright 2015 by Miria Masdan

 

 

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My Library

I have a unique opportunity to do something I’ve always wanted to do; I’m designing my own library. My husband and I have been building our own house. We’ve dug the foundation, built the structure, and now we’re working on the interior, all by ourselves. I designed the floor plan and included a twelve by eighteen library.

Now, I need to decide how to finish off my new space. I have a whimsical, country, classic, simple sense of style. Which boils down to I have no idea what I want, or how I want it.

I’ve decided to include all of you in this process. I need to bounce my ideas off of someone other than my husband. So, Fridays on my blog will be devoted to our library.

Next Friday will be all about the books I find at out local library’s book sale. They usually have some great old books with amazing covers. I can’t wait to see what I can discover!

Miria

 

Midnight At McKinnley Hall: chapter-five

 

Here’s chapter-five, and here’s Stone!

 

FIVE

 

 

 

 

Ava closed her eyes and concentrated all of her strength on Stone. The blinding white returned, and it consumed her. All sounds vanished.

She opened her eyes, and he was there, kissing her. Her arms were around him, and Ethan and Connor were there for a moment. Then they vanished. It was the exact moment they left Grants camp. It was right before he abandoned her before he traveled on his own.

She pulled her lips away and pulled all of her thoughts and memories together and focused them on the single effort to follow him. She felt him resist. He tried to push away, release himself from her grasp, but she held on with ferocity.

She woke up to him shaking her, “What did you do?”

He was angry. He had every right to be; she had defied him and violated his travel. She was new to this world because her family had chosen to shelter her, but she knew enough to know she had committed a forbidden act.

“Answer me,” he demanded.

She smiled, “Stone?” Her tears moistened her face, and she trembled.

“Why?”

She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. “I can’t believe it’s you,” she said, “I’ve missed you so much. I have so much to tell you.”

“What,” he asked? “What did you do?”

“Stone,” she said. “I came back for you.”

“Ava,” he asked? “You’re different, older. Where are Conner and Ethan?”

“She took them back,” she said. “I grabbed you as you left her. She returned just like you planned, but I’m here.”

“You traveled,” he said. “Why? I explicitly told you not to travel.”

“She told me you were hurt that you had found Molly?”

“Who,” he asked? “It’s crucial that you listen to me. I would never send for you, not even if you were the only one who could save me. I would die before I let you expose yourself.”

“I don’t understand,” she said.

“You know they can track the energy expelled by traveling unless you use a portal,” he said. “They can find you.”

“Where are we,” she asked, “the boat house? This is where we made love for the first time. When are we?”

“The week before you arrived in Lakeside,” he said.

“Smart,” she said. “They won’t be able to trace your travel because of all the activity at the portal. You knew? You picked a place that only I would be able to find you.”

“Exactly,” he said, “but you have to go back.”

“Why did you leave me,” she asked? “You promised to protect me.”

“I left Connor to protect you,” he said. “He had specific instructions.”

“You’re here,” she said. “You’re here! Do you know what that means?”

“What?”

“Connor isn’t dead,” she said. “Oh my God, he took her. Why would he do that? He saved her and not me.”

“He left you,” he asked? “He was supposed to stay with you, make sure you lived your life safely.”

“When we got back it was bad. We took a boat; we were trying to get to the camp. We ended up in the lake,” she said. “Ethan saved me, but Connor and Molly. She stowed away. I had no idea she was there, but she knew, somehow she always knew. She came for you, to save you.” She picked you.”

He looked surprised and relieved. He avoided her stare. “There’s so much you don’t know,” he said.

“Tell me,” she said.

“I wish I could, but you have to live it,” he said, “experience it all for yourself.”

“It would make it so much easier if I knew how to not make the same mistakes,” she said.

“You have to make those mistakes,” he said. “I want so badly to change it, so we end up together, but I know the way it ends up is the best for both of us.”

“Why do you get to make that decision,” she asked? “I love you. I want to end up with you.”

“You’ll change your mind,” he said. “I know it’s difficult to understand now, but it will all make sense.”

“Damn it, Connor,” she said.

“Don’t call me that,” he said. “I’m not him.”

“You are,” she said. “That terrified boy who sat next to me in his Jeep under the stars is inside you.”

“That was forever ago,” he said.

“No, it’s in just over a week,” she said. “We can change our outcome.”

“She picked me,” he said. He was smiling.

“I’m sorry for whatever it is I do in the future,” she said. “I can’t imagine hurting you, or her. Please tell her that I loved her.”

“I don’t understand why he would take her,” he said. “He was so in love with you.”

“He didn’t even try to save me,” she said. “He could have, but he went right to her and let me go under.”

“No,” he said. “Damn it!”

“Why would he do that?”

“He wanted to keep her from both of us; he didn’t trust us,” he said. “I should have told him, warned him about what was going to happen. He will keep her safe.”

“She belongs to us,” she said. “We can find them.”

“No,” he shook his head. “What a fool.”

He rushed to her and brought her into his arms. He wasted no time; he kissed her, and she did not resist. The early morning sun illuminated the boat house, and a cool breeze drifted up from the lake.

He lifted her into his arms, bringing his face to hers. Her scent brought back a thousand memories, most of them bad. He pushed those memories aside, and focused on the few moments of bliss that they shared. He brought her to the bed and set her down. She fisted his shirt and forced him closer to her. He yanked off his shirt. She ran her hand across his skin, teasing her way down to his belt. She tugged.

He grabbed and flipped her over on top of him. She lifted her shirt over her head. She smiled down at him. She remembered being with him, and every other thought vanished.

She wrapped herself around him and became lost in his embrace, allowing him this one moment to express his love for her. She knew she would have to leave, but she needed him one last time.

She had only been with him and Ethan, but the two of them could not be further apart. Ethan was protective and rough. When they were together, the entire world quaked. But when she and Stone made love it was as if the universe consumed them in a symphony of passion and love. Every kiss, every touch was exquisite.

She collapsed in his arms, their rhythm in perfect unison. She closed her eyes and surrendered to her exhaustion. She felt his fingertips encircling her hip. She sighed and tilted her head back. Her lips met his lips. He grazed her breast, tracing and swirling his fingers against her soft skin. Every ounce of her heightened and she reached around to find him pressed against her. He let out a moan and took her one more time.

When they finished, she rolled on her side and glanced out the window. She sat up and turned to him. “We’ve been here before,” she said. “This exact moment, I remember it. Am I right?”

“Yes. That means you’re getting control,” he said. “You’re learning.”

“Why are we here?”

“Fate,” he said. “We cannot control it, no matter how much we’d like to try.”

“I don’t know if I can do this by myself,” she said.

“You have to,” he said. “I can’t go back with you. I have to finish what I started in the future. It’s the best way I know to protect you. Besides you’ve done it before, you’ll be fine.”

“I’m worried,” she said.

“Is everything normal,” he asked?

“There’s no virus,” she said. “I didn’t study genetics. I’m living off my father’s estate.”

“Good,” he said.

“Has anything changed in the future?”

“I haven’t been back yet,” he said, “but I’m still here, and I don’t think my memories have changed.”

“What if I can’t stop it when it happens?”

“Maybe you aren’t meant to stop it,” he said.

She found it odd that he would say that, perhaps things have changed, and he doesn’t realize it. She dressed and walked to the window.

“Everyone is still alive in this time,” she said. “If I waited I could stop Ryan’s death.”

“You can’t,” he said. “It was meant to be and it will happen no matter what you do.”

“I know, but wouldn’t it be nice,” she said.

He pulled her hair aside, exposing her skin and kissed her neck. She closed her eyes, every part of her wanted to stay in this moment forever. He rested his head on her shoulder. She could feel him breathe. She dreamt about resting her head on his chest, listening to his heart, feeling his chest rise and fall in unison with her rhythm. She smiled; he was alive.

“I tried to change it with you so many times,” he said. “I just messed it all up and nothing ever changed.”

“I love you,” she said. “I just wanted you to know.”

“I know,” he said, “but Ethan is your protector now.”

“Ethan,” she said. “She killed him.”

“What?”

“She pushed him down the stairs,” she said. “The lady who told me you were hurt. She’s a ghost guarding a portal.”

“Go back right before he dies,” he said. “You’ll be able to save him.”

“I don’t know if I’m that accurate,” she said.

“You can do it,” he said. “You are the most powerful guardian I have ever encountered.”

“I don’t feel powerful,” she said. “I’m helpless and weak.”

“You can’t travel again, not without a portal,” he said. “You emit an energy that is extraordinary. You’ll have every hunter, every agency coming after you. You’re going to need to be careful, be watchful and prepared.”

“Why can’t I stay here with you?”

“You don’t belong here,” he said.

“I don’t belong anyplace,” she said. “We could disappear together.”

“Where would we go,” he asked? “We would always be on the run and even then they would find us.”

“But wouldn’t it be better if we were together,” she said. “We could fight them. We are stronger together.”

“I can’t,” was all he said.

“I love you.”

He kissed her forehead, “Go back to him.”

She felt her stomach churn, and she knew she was about to travel. She needed to be focused and quick if she was going to be able to save Ethan.

~Miria~

 

E.P.I.C., Episode One

Midnight at McKinnley Hall

By: Miria Masdan

Published by Miria Masdan

Copyright 2015 by Miria Masdan

 

 

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be copied, distributed, transmitted, reproduced, or otherwise made available, in any known or future form, or by any known or future means, including without limitation electronic, digital, mechanical, photocopying, printing, recording, or otherwise, or in any information storage or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author, except for short quotations in a book review. Any person who does commit any unauthorized act in relation to this book may be liable to criminal and civil actions for damages.

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Midnight At McKinnley Hall: chapter-four

 

Here’s chapter four of Midnight At McKinnley Hall. I hope you enjoy reading it.

 

 

 

FOUR

 

 

 

 

Ava watched him move about. She noticed everything, despite her aloof façade. She pretended to be preoccupied.

“We have the entire building to ourselves,” he said. “They moved the students to another Hall for the remainder of the summer.”

“We’ll get set up,” said Paul. “I’ve got some new stuff for tonight.”

“Me too,” he said. “Ava is going to investigate.”

“Whoa,” said Oliver. “You remember what happened last time she went into an investigation that involved physical contact?”

“Yes I do,” he said. “Let’s hope her friend isn’t lurking around tonight.”

She thought about what Ethan had said. She was attacked during her first investigation. A knot formed in her stomach. She was beginning to regret agreeing to Ethan’s plan. He had been there too, right beside her, and there was nothing he could have done to prevent or protect her from being attacked.

She sat on the back of the van. She glanced up at the building, stone and ivy-draped all over the façade. It looked just like you’d expect a university dorm to look like in a movie.

Pam came over and sat beside her.

“Are you okay with this,” she asked?

“I’m fine,” Ava said. “I just have a lot on my mind. I was thinking about the Elizabeth case. It was terrifying, but it all ended okay.”

“People have been hurt here,” she said. “Just be careful. If you feel uncomfortable, or like you need to get out, just tell him.”

She peered around the van. Ethan was pulling wires to the cameras, and Paul and Oliver were already inside the building. She thought about Bella. She cringed to think that he might be interested in someone else. They hadn’t talked about being exclusive, but she assumed that was the case. She was content with their arrangement. He was there when she needed him and she returned the favor. He was her best friend and she thought he felt the same about her.

An unsettling thought popped into her mind; what if he wanted more? She assumed their arrangement made him happy too, but what if she was wrong? Was she just a friend to him? Maybe he had found love with Bella, a love that went beyond friendship.

“Pam,” she said. “Have you ever heard Ethan talking about a girl named Bella?”

“No,” she said. “Why?”

“He keeps getting texts from her, and I was just curious,” she said.

“Jealous,” she said. She had a mischievous smirk. “I wish you two would just make it official.”

“There’s nothing between us, at least nothing serious,” she said.

“So you’re just friends with benefits,” said Pam

“No one says that anymore,” she said. “I mean we’ve had sex, but there’s this wall between us. It’s always been there, and I don’t think it’s anything we can take down.”

“Could it be because you’re in love with someone else,” she asked?

“No,” she said. “Stone is lost somewhere far away.”

“Maybe he’s the barrier,” said Pam. “Maybe Ethan feels like he’s competing with him.”

“That’s crazy,” she said.

“You should stop trying to be so independent and let him take care of you,” she said. “Let him in; reveal all that crazy stuff that is going on inside your head. If anyone can understand, it’ll be him.”

“I like my crazy stuff tucked away, out of my new life,” said Ava. “It’s nice.”

“I’m not even going to pretend to understand what happened between the two of you,” she said. “I know what I know, and I’m satisfied, some things are meant to be forgotten, but some things aren’t.”

“What we have right now is working,” she said.

“That’s why you’re asking about what’s her name?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “It’s been a long time since another woman came between us.”

“Gina,” said Pam, “and we all know how that turned out, crazy bitch.”

“She was certifiable,” she said.

“Talk to him,” Pam climbed into the van. “It’s the only way you’ll know how he feels. You don’t want some other women to snatch him up because you’re afraid, do you?”

She thought about what Pam had said, but she didn’t feel independent, or jealous. She lived the way she did out of self-preservation. Anyone new to their group would make her suspicious, but another female interested in Ethan had sparked her curiosity.

“Ava,” he shouted. “I need your help.”

She went inside and found him in the main hallway. Ava stopped and stared up at the open staircase. It was a dark, ornate wood that swooped up to the open balconies around all three floors, and the tower above.

“Where did she fall from?”

“Huh? The second floor,” he said. “The other girls’ room was 206.”

“That was Amy’s hospital room number,” she said.

“And her dorm number too,” he said.

“She lived in 206? That’s odd,” she said. “That can’t be a coincidence. It seems like it was almost purposeful.”

“Don’t look into things too much,” he said.

“What do you need me to do?”

“Nothing,” he said. “I promised I’d keep you close.”

“Ethan, I’m okay,” she said. She sat on the bottom step and pulled out her phone. She wanted to check her messages and look at her wall. She was scrolling down her news feed when she felt a warm sensation behind her. She reached back. There was nothing there, but her back was itchy. She leaned back, but her body didn’t touch the stair behind her. There was a space between her and the stone. At first she didn’t know what to do. She looked over to Ethan, but he was busy with a camera. She reached around again. Just as she slipped her fingers between herself and the stone, the gap disappeared, and she squished her fingers.

She watched him. She couldn’t tell him about what had happened. He thought his job was to protect her. No one could keep her safe from what lurked in her shadows. She was a part of a dark world, sinister and inaccessible to him. Her job was to protect him from her secrets and keep him safe; that was the barrier that kept them apart.

He glanced over at her and smiled. “What are you thinking about?”

“I’m not thinking,” she said. “I’m just watching you.”

“Like what you see?”

“Yeah,” she said.

He strolled over and knelt in front of her and lifted her chin, so they were eye to eye. She wanted him to kiss her, to lean her back against the stairs. She imagined their bodies entwined. The rough way he handled her, talked and took control excited her. She closed her eyes and waited. His lips didn’t touch hers; instead they landed softly on her forehead.

She opened her eyes and forced a smile. She knew something was wrong. She thought about earlier in her kitchen. He was ready to take her then, but now he hesitated. What had changed?

“We need to finish,” he said.

“It’ll go quicker if I help.”

“Just watch and learn,” he said. “You’re helping by just being here with me.”

“That’s corny,” she said. She waited for his usual playful banter, but all he gave her was a smile. She was disappointed. What if Pam was right? What if he wanted more and this Bella girl could give it to him?

He finished setting up the cameras and checked all the monitors. She watched in silence. Everything was working, and the team was ready. She and Ethan were going to go to the second floor first, and Pam, Oliver, and Paul were going to stay in the van.

“I still don’t understand why we always have to investigate at night,” she said. “It’s creepy.”

“Activity is better at night,” he said. “There’s less outside noise, and we’re ghost hunting, why wouldn’t we do it at night?”

“It’s weird, that’s all I’m saying.”

She peered over the rail to the lobby below. She leaned back and glanced to the top. Windows lined the tower, and the moonlight was beginning to filter through the old glass. Long, thin shadows crept down the walls; she closed her eyes, hoping they would disappear. They reminded her of bony fingers reaching out for any warm body.

“Here’s room 206,” he said. She snapped her head towards him, and he flashed his light in her eyes. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

She followed him. He closed the door behind her. She could feel her stomach knot and her heart pound against her chest. She did not like closing interior doors. The front door, the back door, and any other outside door were fine but closed interior doors confined, separated and trapped.

She paced around for a moment and then stopped at the window. She pulled the curtain back and glanced down to the yard below. It was dark, and the trees cast mangled shadows.

The weather girl on Chanel three said there was a sixty percent chance of a severe storm tonight, but the moon was still bright. The wind, on the other hand, had picked up, and the branches swayed and scraped against the stone building.

She eased the curtain back into place and turned towards Ethan. He was leaning against the wall, arms folded, staring at her.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ve been pre-occupied today.”

“It’s okay,” she said. She should have told him how she felt, but she knew there wasn’t enough time to get into her emotions. Besides, what if there was nothing going on between him and Bella. What if her imagination was being insane? She didn’t want to make more out of it than needed. She decided to wait, watch and react only if necessary.

She reached around and scratched her lower back. Her skin felt warm again. She took a step closer to Ethan. He cocked his head and pointed towards the hallway.

“Did you hear that?”

“What,” she asked? “No, it can’t be starting already?”

“It sounded like footsteps,” he said.

“Everything always sounds like footsteps,” she said. “This place is old and creaky. It could be anything.”

She shivered. A piece of her hair drifted across her face and stuck to her lip. She tried to spit it out, but it wouldn’t move. She grabbed it and tucked it behind her ear.

It was muggy, and she could feel the first beads of sweat moisten her brow and her back. She pulled on her shirt and fanned her back.

“It’s hot in here,” she said. “I hope it storms and knocks some of this humidity down.”

“I can’t hear it anymore,” he said. He wasn’t listening to her.

He cracked the door opened and leaned closer. She stepped up behind him and listened. She couldn’t hear anything either.

“How do you know its footsteps and not just the normal, creaky old building sounds?”

“They sound like footsteps,” he said, “and sometimes, if they’re close enough, it feels like someone is approaching. It’s the change in the pressure and noise in the room.”

“And you’ve felt this?”

“Lots of times,” he said. “You’ll get it. You’re great at the technical stuff, and there’s no doubt that you have something special about you when it comes to investigating.”

“But you don’t have confidence in me,” she said. “Why?”

“None of us has ever been attacked,” he said. “It scared the crap out of me. I was right there, and I couldn’t do anything to help you.”

“I don’t know what it was, but I don’t think it was a ghost,” she said. “I don’t think it was trying to hurt me either.”

“But it did,” he said.

“And I was fine,” she said. “You have to consider the fact that whatever it was, it could be anywhere, anytime, and I might be alone the next time. You can’t always be there.”

He turned around and looked at her, “How am I supposed to keep you safe?”

“Maybe you’re not supposed to,” she said. “Maybe that’s my responsibility.”

“We should’ve found a way to save him,” he said. “He was much better at this than I am.”

“It was what he had trained for,” she said. “But it doesn’t matter because he’s gone and every time we try to find him it ends in disaster. Besides he left you in charge of my protection.”

“I would do everything in my power to make it back to you if I were him,” he said. “He’s got to be out there fighting his way back and then what?”

“We’ll deal with it when it happens,” she said. “But right now we need to get in contact with Heather and find out why she’s acting up.”

“I have an idea,” he said. “You’re not going to like it.”

“What?”

“Go stand at the top of the stairs and taunt her,” he said. “Make her mad.”

“Okay,” she said. “What happened to wanting to protect me?”

“I’ll stand on the stairs below you and catch you if she decides to push you,” he said.

“What could possibly go wrong with this plan?”

“It’ll be fine,” he said.

She stands on the top step and takes a deep breath. She had an idea of what Heather must have been feeling that night she came to confront her boyfriend’s lover. She was upset and confused.

“Heather,” she said. “She got everything you wanted. They got married, had a family and you got nothing, but death and an eternity of roaming these halls.”

“Good,” he said. “Keep going.”

“She murdered you,” she said. “What did you do? Protect your love, that’s all. You didn’t deserve to die.”

“Whoa, the monitors are going crazy,” he said. “You’re getting to her.”

“Why are we trying to upset her?”

“We need to get her attention,” he said.

“But she’s been through so much already,” she said. “Why make her mad? Maybe she needs comforting, some help moving on.”

“Ethan,” she asked? “Do you hear it?”

“Something is climbing the stairs,” he said. He backed against the wall and peered down.

“Is that you,” she asked? “Are you coming to talk to me?”

“I’ve got something on the thermal,” said Ethan. “What the Hell is that?”

A cold gust pushed past him. He looked up from his equipment, but he couldn’t see anything. He peered back down, and the shape on his monitor was unmistakable; it was a figure, and it was climbing the stairs, straight for Ava.

“It’s coming,” he said.

“How did you end up dead,” she asked? “She was the one who did you wrong.”

“It’s right in front of you,” he shouted.

“I can’t see anything,” she said, “but there’s a cold spot right in front of me.”

“Can you feel her,” he said. “She’s touching your face.”

“Yeah,” she said.

“Talk to her,” he said.

She stood still and stared into the darkness. She could feel Heather’s icy fingers on her cheek. They were gentle and comforting. She wanted to understand why Heather came to confront the girl and why she attacked Amy.

“Why aren’t you talking,” he said. “What’s going on?”

Ava felt a warm wave of peace come over her. She sat on the stair and leaned against the wall. She closed her eyes and allowed Heather to enlighten her. She had done this before, but she had not been willing. This time was different; she welcomed whatever it was that Heather wanted to show her.

“Ava!”

She opened her eyes. Ethan was shaking her, but it was the change in the air that jolted her to her feet. The warm, comforting feeling had been replaced with a sharp, cold pain. She reached out for him, trying to grasp anything she could, but she was too late.

He was falling backward.

She tried to take a step, but something was blocking her from descending. She stepped back and charged. She hit the invisible force hard and fell to the ground. She stood and looked down to him.

“Ethan!”

She tried again to push through with no luck. She held her hands up to the empty space before her and focused on him.

She couldn’t hear him. He didn’t move. His body twisted in an unusual contortion on the landing between the second and first floors.

She tried to turn on her radio. It was dead. She threw it against the invisible wall. It went through. She stepped back and charged again, but she landed on her backside, looking up at the empty space.

“Let me through,” she shouted.

“No.”

“You understand me,” she asked? “Please let me go to him.”

“No.”

Ava stood up and tried to remember what Stone had taught her all those years ago. But she was young and afraid, and she wasn’t prepared for everything he had told her about herself.

She closed her eyes and focused on the feelings: the hurt, the anger and the love that she felt for Ethan. A familiar twinge twisted her stomach.

Her heart jumped, sending her blood surging through her veins and a dull but constant vibration shooting from her head to her toes. She dug her nails into her palm, trying to divert her attention from her ferocious inhalations.

She could feel her eyes pull towards the back of her head. She attempted to resist, but her sensations were wild, and she couldn’t focus on just one part of her body. Her hot tears rolled over her curled lips, stinging her tongue with each forced influx of air.

She knew she needed to get control of herself. She was afraid the violent spasms coursing through her vein would rip her apart from her inside out. She pulls her mind to her center and focuses on Ethan, but Heather settles on her mind.

She’s calmed herself into a state of numb and forces her breaths to shallow and maintain rhythm. She tried to ignore Heather, but she demands attention.

Her icy breaths are inches from Ava’s lips. She can hear her speak; it takes a moment before she understands.

“Open the door,” hissed Heather.

“No!”

“He waits,” she said. “The one you seek, beyond the darkness.”

“Don’t do it Ava,” Ethan’s voice is faint. She can’t see him, but warmness caressed her face. She leaned her head into the touch.

“Ethan?”

“He keeps you apart,” she said.

“He can’t be here,” said Ava. “Go back, don’t follow me.”

“I won’t leave you,” his voiced weakened.

“He is gone,” she said. “Open the door.”

“Ava,” a small, weak voice drifted to her ear.

She spun around and searched the gray space between her and the darkness. “It’s not real.”

“He’s trapped,” said Heather. “You trapped him when you closed the portal.”

“He told me not to look for him,” she said. “He told me to go on without him.”

“He’s hurt.”

“You’re lying,” said Ava. “He’s like me. He can travel on his own.”

“He can’t travel with her,” said Heather. “He needs you to save them.”

“Molly?”

“He found her,” said Heather. “Your family can be together, open it. Do it now!”

“Ava,” Ethan’s voice came from behind her. She looks over her shoulder. He’s standing behind her; he’s still in the light.

“One chance,” said Heather. “Go to him.”

“Don’t do it,” said Ethan.

“Go back,” said Ava.

“No,” he said.

“Go!”

Midnight At McKinnely Hall: chapter-three

Chapter- three is a shorty 🙂

 

THREE

 

 

 

 

Ava drove out of the storm about ten minutes from Lakeside. She peered into her rearview at the ominous sky. She shuddered. All she could think about were Ethan’s words: Amy’s not dead. She had no idea what was going on, but she was determined to figure it out.

She pulled into the parking lot at the office. When she entered the building, no one looked at her. She went straight to Ethan’s office.

“What’s happening?”

“You’re going to want to sit,” he said. “Since you’ve come to work here it’s been great. We all recognize your ability to draw in the paranormal, to make them comfortable. It’s like you’re a magnet for crazy shit.”

“I don’t know if I’d say that, but it does seem like they like me more than you,” she said. “But it’s like that in real life too. I’m way more likable.”

“Cute, but not what I’m talking about,” he said. “Take a look at this picture.”

He hands her his phone. She holds it up and brings it closer. “Wow.”

“Who is she?”

“It must be her,” she said. “I’ve never seen a picture of her before; I look just like her.”

“Exactly,” he said. “You can’t see the inscription, but it says she died in 1936. She must be your grandmother or great grandmother.”

“But I don’t understand,” she said. “If the estate was a part of my grandfather’s family, passed down generation to generation to a son. How could she and I look alike?”

“Take a look at this picture,” he said.

“My father,” she asked?

“Painted in 1930,” he said.

“What are you thinking?”

“I think your parents like to travel through time a lot more than we realized,” he said.

Ava felt the heat rise within her, but it quickly turned to a cold heavy sense of loss. “Why didn’t she come back to me?”

“When we closed the portal,” he said, “we stopped travel to Lakeside.”

“NO,” she said. “They didn’t need the portal, neither did Stone.”

“Neither do you,” he said.

“We’ve talked about this,” she said.

“Okay,” he said. “I know how you feel, but it would be amazing.”

“No,” she said. “What does all of this have to do with this case?”

“I think our haunting might be interfering with something,” he said.

“What happened at McKinnley Hall?”

“It was 1984 and a girl named Heather found out her boyfriend was cheating,” he said. “So she confronted the other girl and one thing lead to another and Heather ended up in a tangled mess at the bottom of the stairs.”

“So she stuck around and haunted the place,” she said.

“Yup,” he said. “It wasn’t a big deal. The reports over the years talk about noises, cold spots, things being moved and once in a while sensations, but nothing serious.”

“So why call us in?”

“They renovated the building this last year,” he said. “They just opened it up for the summer session and now things are getting interesting.”

“Hence Amy at the bottom of the stairs,” she said.

“Exactly,” he said. “Things are being moved. There was an entire bed flipped over, and window and doors are opening and closing on their own. But it’s the physical contact that has the Administration worried.”

“Heather isn’t pleased that they messed with her space, and she is acting out?”

“They asked for you specifically,” he said.

“Who,” she asked?

“The Administration,” he said. “They wanted a guardian.”

“I see,” she said. “I’m untrained. My entire family was either killed or abandoned me. I can’t help them.”

“You’re the only one I know,” he said. “I wouldn’t usually ask you to expose yourself, but they already know about you. Do you know who they might be?”

“No,” she said. “How would they even know about me? No one knows, except you.”

“Your family founded the University,” he said. “They knew a lot about you.”

“This must be killing you,” she said. “You never trust me to do anything important.”

“I’ll be with you the whole time,” he said, “there’s no way anything will be able to get too close to you. You’ve been on enough investigations that you’ll be fine.”

“You weren’t with me today,” she said. “It went right by me and didn’t even notice me.”

“It could have been residual,” he said. “It wouldn’t notice you because you weren’t part of its history.”

“It used the elevator and greeted the men in the coroner’s room,” she said.

“Did they answer back?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I didn’t stick around to listen.”

“A guardian is ignored by most paranormal entities,” he said. “It’s your job to watch and guide. You’re part of their world. It might have just dismissed you.”

“Except for when it’s not,” she said. “We both have seen the power of a rogue guardian. It’s not pretty.”

“Yeah well not everyone is bad,” he said.

“Not everyone is good either.”

“Are you going to do it?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Good.”

 

~Miria~

 

E.P.I.C., Episode One

Midnight at McKinnley Hall

By: Miria Masdan

Published by Miria Masdan

Copyright 2015 by Miria Masdan

 

 

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