What Eye See

By Matt A Byron

For Emery Hallindale, seeing spirits of the dead has always been a part of her life. Despite the fact that she cannot communicate with them, she has never stopped trying to understand why. One fateful day her life as she knows it changes forever. She must face a darkness from beyond and confront a sinister threat that plunges her into a fight for her life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Matt A Byron
• Release date: May 13, 2017
• ISBN: 9781491262832

Matt A Byron

I live in Southern California. I spend a lot of time writing. When I am not writing, I love going to sporting events. Aside from writing, I manage a Training Department where we specialize in training Emergency Dispatchers. I am an avid reader. I love mysteries, thrillers, horror, crime, and humor stories.

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What Eye See

By

Matt A Byron

Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

About Matt A Byron

Other books by Matt A Byron

Connect with Matt A Byron

This book is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, government agencies, events, or locales are purely coincidental.

Copyright © 2013 Matt Byron

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be stored in a database or retrieval system, or transmitted in any form without the prior, written consent of the author. For more information on obtaining permission for use of this material, please visit mattbyron.net.

ISBN – 10: 1491262834

ISBN – 13: 978-1491262832

To my sons Nick and Evan for all your love and support. I love you with all my heart.

Chapter One

The sun peeked through the drapes, and she pulled the blanket over her head. She heard the drapes being pulled back.

Feeling the brightness of the sun beating on the other side of her blanket, she held the edge of it just over her eyes to shield the direct beam but enough to see that the room had gotten brighter.

I hope the world has been taken over by aliens, and that’s why you are waking me up, she shouted from under the blanket.

Sis, come on you gotta get up. Remember, we have that appointment today.

She moaned. She was hoping the appointment was only a dream. She had no desire of talking to anyone or giving any interviews, but that is what this appointment was an interview. She knew she had a gift or a curse or something that other people just weren’t aware of. She hated talking about it because most people looked at her as if she was crazy or delusional while others didn’t understand anything except that she could see the dead and they all wanted to know if their Uncle Walter or Aunt Janice were still hanging around.

Of course, her gift as it were, was nothing like that. She could see the dead, but they didn’t talk nor could they interact with her. She believed that the dead didn’t have the ability to use cognitive reasoning since that was a trait associated with the brain. Spirits had no brain, therefore, had no ability to think. Least this was her logic and to this point, she hasn’t had any experiences to prove differently.

She pulled the blankets lower and saw her Sister Melissa standing at the foot of the bed, looking perky, awake and dressed for the day.

Melissa was 27 years old, three years her senior. Their parents have killed in a traffic accident over nine years ago and since then it had only been the two of them. They had inherited their parent’s estate which wasn’t much but enough to get by. Melissa’s economics teacher at the time had helped her invest some money, and now the two of them were comfortable financially but not what one would consider wealthy.

Melissa worked as a freelance photographer. She loved the independence it gave her and felt the camera was an extension of herself. Melissa was the outgoing type, loved to eat in crowded restaurants, was always interested in casual conversation and felt comfortable in any situation.

Emery Hallindale, by contrast, was the polar opposite. Emery worked from home on website optimization which she was really good at it. She had written a program that did the work for her; accepted payments for new customers and analyzed websites to better optimize them for search engine ranking. All she would have to do was approve orders, finalize statements, and ensure her program was running smooth which gave her the flexibility to explore other endeavors.

Emery could have worked for any company as a programmer or not at all since she had the means to fall back on but she liked the challenge computers presented. She worked from home because she felt uncomfortable around people. She didn’t socialize much and had very few friends because she didn’t like to deal with people's’ emotional hang-ups as she called it.

Where her sister would embrace the occasional random conversation with a complete stranger while they were out, Emery stared at the floor, felt her palms getting sweaty and always looked for the first exit and planned her escape.

The differences didn’t stop with social behavior. Melissa had wavy blond hair which she wore to her shoulders; Emery had straight black hair that hung down to the middle of her back, but she always preferred it back in a ponytail. Melissa wore dresses and skirts loved yellow and white and green; Emery wore jeans in basic colors of black, gray, blue and occasionally shorts and tee shirts or sweatshirts. On hot days, she wore tank tops with imprinted designs. She rarely wore dresses and hated skirts.

Emery also spent a lot of her time watching the spirits around her, wondering why they didn’t talk to her and tried to figure why she would see them when no one else could.

Despite their differences, they were inseparable, always going to different places together, finishing each other’s sentences and both had an appreciation for Mathew McConaughey. Emery felt at peace and comfortable with Melissa, whatever discomfort she had in restaurants and or in large crowds was quickly dissolved if Melissa was with her.

Emery slid out of bed and stepped past Melissa on her way to the shower.

I hate you, sis.

Hey, somebody better washes the grumpiness off of them. We should leave in about an hour, Melissa called back to her.

Emery turned on the shower, adjusting the water, so the mirror began to steam up. She loved the water hot enough to sting her skin.

As she lathered up, she thought about the interview. She owed the world nothing and she was tired of seeing the same shocked reaction that people always gave her when they first learned of her ability. Why should she do this interview anyways? Melissa told her it would help to show the world that there are things after death, that there is hope. No matter how much the naysayers’ call her a fraud or a nut cake, there were far more people that believed in her. The countless emails were proof enough. Emery never took people's request for readings or séances. She was neither psychic nor pretended to be, she just saw what other people couldn’t.

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