A Beautiful Haunting

By Mia Rodriguez

An unspeakable tragedy. A gut-wrenching loss. Then an earth-shattering miracle for a grieving mother. Belisa's world keeps taking incredible and impossible turns. Gay issues. Bullying. Gay bashing. Unconditional love. A mother's loud beating heart. This emotional and tear jerking story will stay with you long after you finish reading it. Warning: Controversial and out-of-the-box ideas.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mia Rodriguez
• Release date: Aug 31, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301065004

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A Beautiful Haunting

Copyright 2013 Mia Rodriguez

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Dedication

Thank you, Joluis Rodriguez for thinking of this amazing story and asking me to write it.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 1

Tell me, Ms. Apodaca, why are you here?

I exhaled heavily. I know that certain people think I’m crazy, but I’m not. I hope that you, Dr. Saenz, being a therapist, will at least hear me out before making any judgments.

You can rest assured that I will, he stated firmly.

I smiled with relief. Okay, this is my story.

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It started with a gust of wind—a simple whoosh of a sound on a very clear day. I was outside hanging my laundry because even though I have a dryer, I still like to hang it up in the summer and let the sun soak into the fabric. There is so much darkness in my life now that I crave for light. As I was fastening a sheet to the clothesline, clothespins in my mouth, a strong gust blew the clothes I had already hung playfully up and even slightly unbalanced me. I didn’t think anything of it—just mother nature acting up but now that I think about it, that was the start—the beginning of the strangeness. Maybe it had started sooner but I was so stuck in my grief that I didn’t notice. Anyway, that gust of wind was the start as I remember it.

Then all kinds of oddities erupted. Gallons of milk in the freezer. Eggs in the vegetable bin. Dirty clothes in the bathtub. Adornments in the microwave. Hairbrushes in the oven. At first I thought I was misplacing them. My mind hasn't exactly been stable since the tragedy. I'm the first to admit it. But here's the thing, there's just no way I would've misplaced those things in some of the places they started showing up. No way!

What really took the cake were the car keys that kept showing up in my son's room, always in the same place, always on his bed. Then when my keys stopped showing up there, his favorite jeans started to. Right on his bed!!!

How in the world can my dead son's clothes be appearing just like that? I kept telling myself. But that wasn't the end of it. Items in his bedroom kept moving around. I'd place them in a certain spot, and the next day they'd be somewhere else.

I know, I know, Dr. Saenz that I shouldn't leave my son's room as a shrine to him, but I just can't get myself to do away with his things. I just can't.

You're probably thinking that I subconsciously have been doing things that on a conscious level I'm not aware of. I thought so too, so I didn't mention what was happening to a single soul. I decided to try to get a handle on it on my own.

But then my sister, Celia, started noticing things. She's been living with me ever since Rudy was murdered. I don't know what I would've done without her. Anyway, she didn't say anything with the objects being misplaced. She figured it was my grief making me absentminded. But then when her car keys also started showing up in Rudy's room, she had to scratch her head. You see, she always keeps her keys in her purse,