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Plagued by a series of paranormal occurrences, Tracy enlists the aid of a local paranormal investigative team, who discovers that Tracy is not being haunted, she's being warned. A race to save her ensues, leading to the final climactic ending.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Tracy Kimball is struggling to get through her grief and guilt after her fiancé was killed in a road accident. She should have been the one driving, but she got drunk and let David drive. She has refused counselling and six months later she is still haunted by David's death. Then events take a sinister turn. David begins to haunt her literally. She hears him speaking to her from the television, from the phone, even from the mouth of a dying patient in the hospital where she works. Is she losing her mind? Or is David trying to tell her something?I really enjoyed this story. I love ghost stories and this is a goodie. The plot is unusual and the the characters well-drawn. Watch out for the surprise ending!
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Pipeline - Christopher Carrolli
Pipeline
The Paranormal Investigator #1
by Christopher Carrolli
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Melange Books, LLC
White Bear Lake, MN 55110
www.melange-books.com
Pipeline, Copyright 2012 by Christopher Carrolli
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ISBN: 978-1-61235-360-9
Names, characters, and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Cover Design by Caroline Andrus
PIPELINE
by Christopher Carrolli
Tracy Kimball is awakened one night by a voice emanating from the television static. She recognizes the voice--her fiancé, David, who was killed in car accident, an accident of which she survived.
Plagued by a series of paranormal occurrences, Tracy enlists the aid of a local paranormal investigative team, who discovers that Tracy is not being haunted, she’s being warned. A race to save her ensues, leading to the final climactic ending.
This book is dedicated to my Mother, Gladys Carrolli
(1937-2011)
Table of Contents
Pipeline
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
About the Author
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Chapter One
Tracy...
The odd and distant voice jolted her awake, and she flinched her eyes open wide. It couldn’t be. She knew she wasn’t asleep just now, only at that final stage of drifting when sounds are the last things to be recognized, and that last sound was someone calling her name.
She turned her head toward the television. The local station had concluded its late-night broadcast, and now the gray static filled the screen and crashed from the audio. She could hear it in that last phase of consciousness as sleep paralysis grounded her to the couch in helpless abandon. It was the eerie sound of her name that had released her.
She sat up and stared at the screen.
Tracy.
There it was again. Her heart pounded hard. The voice was coming from the screen.
Tracy... love... you.
It called out again. The voice was strange; the words were quick, hollow, and haunting.
She jumped from the couch and turned the volume up with the remote. Nothing—just the rushing roar of static that seemed to taunt her. She was fully awake now, knowing what she’d heard. She recognized the voice.
David?
She called out to the mocking screen, her chest heaving, as the tears streamed down her face.
How? He’s dead.
The static said no more.
* * * *
She sat and watched the sun rise then swallow the blue dawn, and a burst of orange ignited reality. The new day greeted her, as though all episodes in the darkness had never occurred. Three pots of coffee with just a drop of Jack Daniel’s in her cup to calm her nerves had kept her alert since the rude awakening. With the coffee cup clutched in her hand, she gazed out of the kitchen window and wondered what was real.
David,
she said to the empty house. Her eyes became rolling searchlights, scoping and scanning every corner and hoping for an answer.
It was him... his voice. I know it was.
Her thoughts carried her back to that horrible night...
Rex’s birthday party had been in full blast when keg number two was tapped with applause. It was a scene of indulgence as roars of laughter filled the room, and the Hi-fi, Satellite radio blared Creedence Clearwater Revival’s Bad Moon Rising. A muted baseball game (silenced in full, swinging progress by the Classic Rock station) played out on a giant screen TV that hung behind a fully stocked wet bar.
Rex was David’s longtime pal and they were celebrating his thirtieth. Earlier she had agreed to drive home, but after four Rum and Cokes, it was a far gone conclusion that David should take the wheel. He had no qualms about her quick change of mind; he felt too tired to party anyway. They were sitting at the bar when she almost swayed from the barstool.
You really should eat something,
he said to her. She had skipped dinner that evening, and the concerned look on his face pleaded to her.
I’m eating something,
she said, opening a handful of popcorn she’d snatched from the bowls set around the bar. You should try some.
No thanks, I hate popcorn.
He sipped from the foamy mug in front of him that would be his last.
I’ll be fine,
she said. Besides, you’re the designated driver now, so there.
She had designated him, playfully poking her finger to his chest.
He laughed at her, enjoying her wacky sense of humor and deep gray eyes. Her long brown hair hung well past her shoulders, and he kissed her forehead. She smiled at him, adoring his deep blue eyes and sandy hair, his strong structure, but mostly his light hearted, easy going manner. She’d said yes when he asked her to marry him over a month ago, and she was still showing off the diamond engagement ring.
Well, better me than you, Princess,
he said with impish sarcasm.
His pet name for her, Princess,
was usually spoken with that same teasing tongue. They smiled into each other’s eyes, unaware of the impending doom the fateful night would deliver them. The song played on in the background.
I see the Bad Moon Rising. I see trouble on the way...
He chugged the rest of the mug and wiped the foam mustache from his face.
Yeah, some designated driver,
he said. Let’s roll.
Don’t go around tonight, it’s bound to take your life...
It was just after 1:30 as they cruised the highway home, and she let the cool, brisk, night air of an early spring kiss her from the open window, basking in the breeze that swept her hair backward. That invigorating feeling of being alive that came from the cold wind had sobered her mind, if only for minutes.
The drive home was at least thirty minutes, and she killed half of that just bathing in the night breeze that now chilled her.
Wow, I’m beat,
David said. I shouldn’t have downed those last two drafts.
She hadn’t seen the effort he’d made to keep his eyelids from closing.
We’re almost home,
she said, turning her head back to the window and gazing out at the twilight.
Minutes of silence passed. She looked to see why he was so quiet.
David!
she screamed. His eyes were closed, his hands still clutching the wheel, and the car moved to its own destination. Her eyes caught sight of the looming road sign just ahead, blaring familiar words in neon orange letters against a pitch black background.
CAUTION!
SHADOW VALLEY CURVE AHEAD
Shadow Valley Curve was an unlit, twisting roundabout perched high above a low lying valley shadowed and hidden below the steep embankment that neared closer and closer.
David!
She shook him and grabbed the wheel, attempting to steer it. He opened his eyes too late.
The quick jerk of the steering wheel had failed, and the ground gave way underneath them. The drop was some thirty feet. Shattering glass and crunching metal intertwined in an endless, catastrophic symphony, as the car plummeted, bounced, and pummeled down the embankment, melding the Mercury into a death trap.
She heard one last cry from David before they smashed into an oak tree that stood proud among its peers in the field below.
Then, all sounds surrendered to silence.
This didn’t just happen. I can’t be dead. In a moment of instant denial, she wondered if this was that moment, the moment of finality when life and the state of being became a thing of the past, and it was too late to undo it.
A hot, sticky fluid flowed into her eyes, blinding and blurring her vision then fading her focus. The excruciating pain in her head screamed to her that she was alive. She wiped her eyes with her fingers and blood drenched her hands, gushing from her head gash, hotter and faster.
She reached out next to her and touched the shape she’d recognized and loved, now slumped and tangled with the twisted mechanism that once was a steering column. It projected upward, impaling him through the chest. But she no longer recognized the ballooned face, lifeless with a sea of blood and broken glass sprayed through his hair. She heard something, then nothing.
David?
Her hand touched his arm. It was cold.
David? David, no....PLEASE!
Her screams had ripped through the night, piercing the silence and echoing to no one except the mighty oaks that towered high above as tall, deaf witnesses.
* * * *
She sat coffee wired and daydreaming, reliving that night in her mind. Six months had passed, but the memory was as fresh and recent as if it had happened only a week ago. She kept recalling things she hadn’t before, and little pieces began to fit a larger puzzle. Like that moment she could have sworn he was trying to speak, but Marcia had assured her that it was only that final gasp of breath that escaped him, the rattle of death as life became extinguished.
She had awakened in the hospital in the early morning hours with her head bandaged and her mind groggy and numb. She’d spent eight long hours a day here, sometimes ten, and of all places to wake up in.
Tracy?
She knew the voice, and her eyes fought to focus.
Nurse Marcia Ross was her best friend and colleague, but most of all, her mentor. She had advised Tracy throughout nursing school, ensuring that she became one of the finest, and now Marcia was like an older sister. She stood over her, and Tracy recognized her dark, ebony skin, her maternal voice.
Marcia—
Shush, don’t talk,
she said. You just keep still and rest—doctor’s orders.
The neurologist on staff at University Hospital, where they worked, had examined and diagnosed her with a severe concussion. Tracy had been the lucky one.
Am I all right?
You got one hell of a head wound. Just lie still and don’t talk.
Marcia began to take her blood pressure.
David, where is David?
She knew the answer to this question; she was a nurse. But maybe somehow, some way...
She felt a twinge of bitterness when the small, silent pause shot her down.
David didn’t make it, baby,
Marcia said, unable to divert her eyes from the white sheets of the bed. Tears had streamed down Marcia’s face, and she began wiping them away.
So, she wasn’t wrong. David was dead, and there was nothing she could do about it. If only she’d stayed conscious long enough to help him. If only she hadn’t drank so much. Her clouded mind flooded with hindsight all too late; the tragic hour had passed. As a nurse, she felt like she’d failed him, but worse was the notion that her stupidity had ended his life. Then, she had cried herself into oblivion.
* * * *
She rose from the table, realizing that hours had ticked away