Invisible Worlds: Awakening: A New Fashioned Ghost Story

By Paula Heath

This novel explores the paranormal: worlds coexisting in a place where time no longer governs. A fast paced paranormal adventure with a dark, satirical sense of humour woven within.
Invisible Worlds is set in a magnificent Castle, surrounded by a haunted lost forest. Deep within the dank and ever-shifting catacombs is a Journal of All-Knowing Truth and Wisdom. Once this Journal is opened, its’ power is unleashed and there is no going back.
Special guests have been invited to a paranormal event to research the ‘unknown’. Little do they know the game that awaits them and each will play their part.
A Cursed King. A Forgotten Queen. Multiple Dimensions. A Haunted Castle ruled by a Demon. 20 Guests. One Game. - “Wanna play?”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paula Heath
• Release date: Feb 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463035894

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Invisible Worlds

AWAKENING

For my husband and partner throughout time, Adam Heath

The other 11 to my 11

Thank you for the adventures

xxx

A NEW-FASHIONED GHOST STORY

BY

PAULA HEATH

Author of the Number One British Vampire Series on Amazon

1

I used this Journal and everything makes sense. I close the leather-bound cover and I know, so well, I will never need another word in it. My story is finished. I am done here. I would like to say it’s been an incredible adventure, but I would be lying. You know this experience of this so-called life is just a conspiracy. It’s not real! It’s all an illusion. I found the answers. If you don’t believe me – read this Journal. Go ahead. Unlock its secrets; I double-dare you. You may see me as a ghost for very soon I shall blood-let, purge, purify and return whence I came, back to reality. Back to the Now, to conscious existence; awake from this nightmare; this dimension with its ties and burdens and I will shrug off this weight of vile flesh; this tiresome body. You want to do this journey? Are you curious? Open the Journal, reader of this letter; are you not wondering of all the wonders?

Wye considered opening the Journal, her hand shaking, mouth drying. It lay on the desk before her, so easily discovered. She dared to move her leg to stave cramp and tried to ignore the fallen corpses at her feet; their failure evident. What of Truth, Wye wondered, stroking the Journal with growing fascination. What of Death?

She looked down at the dead faces; the scared, the tortured, the macabre; the more she saw the less she knew. Would this Journal hold the Truth to all things? If by the end of it, would her journey in this life be complete? No more searching? No more bullshit? No more egos bitching between faiths and beliefs?

She rubbed her fingers across the indents of gold leaf scrolling and the symbols of ancient runes and admired the beautifully bounded ledger. She picked it up and felt a rush. Should she even be here, doing this? She turned the Journal onto its side and ran her finger along the smooth curl of inlaid parchment which appeared iridescent as mother of pearl to her touch. What words of Wisdom lay amongst these pages so sacrosanct?

Wye became aware of her surroundings as she heard footsteps along the stone corridor outside; the echo of fortress soldiers moving in to trap her. She grabbed her rucksack open and pushed the Journal and letter inside then snapped the bag shut, and turned to face her aggressors.

Where did you disappear to? I’ve had KII (K2) activity in The Guards Room, second floor of the West Tower, Jay announced in the doorway.

Wye smiled across at him. How oblivious he was to the dead on the floor. So oblivious, he could only see through them. Still at the start of this journey, though very enthusiastic to his cause. She held on to the stone wall and moved through the sea of corpses; multiplying, a swelling ocean of faces reaching out to her with their suffering. There’s been much pain here. She breezed her hand.

What, in this room?

No, in this dimension.

Jay chuckled; Wye was so ‘way out’, really out of her box. He had to admire her. She was beautiful in her strangest of quirky ways. Jay had a sense Wye would play down her oddities and try to move normally through mere mortals. He had glimpsed Wye in all her mad, crazy wonderment that seemed to run its course through her and every strand of her untameable long red hair, and amongst all of this, he had seen innocence. - Yet her body was pure woman with breasts and hips that jutted out in just the natural and perfect proportion.

He didn’t fancy her, with her amazing blue alive eyes which bore right through him. Too crazy. He feared insanity. Wye took crazy to a new level; off the dial Fairy realm style. He wasn’t even sure he wanted her joining his team. He had worked with her several times in the past, and each time had been a bizarre experience. He wasn’t sure the rest of his Paranormal Team would be able to withstand such an eccentric character but then the rest of his team weren’t here. They had rained-off. Wye was here, leaning into him with quizzical eyes as mayhem raged beneath.

Are you picking anything up? she asked.

Jay shrugged, Not really, but it is a Castle so we can expect there to be loads of history. It’s going to be a good weekend.

Indeed it is, Wye said, doing her best to hide her excitement; the Journal hid safely in the bag on her back. Have any of the other teams arrived?

They’re all here, signing themselves in. I’ve not met any of them yet, but I heard them in the Dining Hall when I was coming down the stairs from the Guards Room.

Did you find the Events Organiser? Have they allocated rooms yet? I need to freshen up.

I got side-tracked. This place is amazing; so much atmosphere. There’s a thickness in the air like it’s holding its breath, waiting.

She smiled at his passion. Ok, you went on walkabout.

Something like that, but then so did you. He surveyed the room he found her in for the first time, besides a dusty and faded tapestry hanging along the rear wall, the room was probably the dingiest of the otherwise elegant monument to the Past. Unimpressed, he said, Think we should join the others, sign in and meet everyone – conform for a bit? It might be polite.

Wye moved passed him into the corridor, the echoes of the stronghold soldiers drawing her closer. You go right ahead, I’m ok here doing my own thing. She held her hand out to the stone wall. Underneath was cool jagged pudding stone, intricately laced with quartz from the Queen of the Fairy Realm. Wye felt the buzzing against her hand and the energy of the quartz vibrating so fast against her touch, it was as though her hand was numbing.

What are you getting? Jay asked, as Wye felt along the wall slowly. He usually had low tolerance for such frivolities as he was a tech head, and liked his latest inventions to do the communicating; and not some crazy lady, picking up the latest research on the place and compromising his intelligence. He was beginning to realise Wye wasn’t like that. At the very least he was prepared to keep an open mind with this one. She had something, although he was unsure what; a coolness, a level of detachment he found intriguing. Something in her eyes gave her away, but he couldn’t describe it. The depth with which she sought him out when she looked him in the eye. The way she seemed to strip everything away to get to the essence. She was on the same quest as Jay just coming at it from a different angle.

Nothing of significance, Wye announced, and moved on along the corridor into the dark to sounds of condensation dripping from the dank arched ceiling into large dirty puddles. A little boy ran passed her, laughter travelling round the tunnel, the cheekiness on his face, trapped in time as an older girl gave chase, splosh splash, more slowly followed by a disgruntled Cook.

The all-seeing wall let go of Wye and she was standing back on dry tiles and shrouded in the green glow of the Fire Exit sign.

Jay reached into his rucksack and pulled out a beef sandwich. The quest begins, he smiled, saluting his sandwich to her for a full on whiff. A man can’t work on an empty stomach. He shoved it in his mouth. Down in one; true Paranormal Investigator style. According to history books, this corridor is one of the oldest parts of the building. They’ve done loads of alterations over the centuries.

It used to be a tunnel.

Ah, you’ve done your homework on the place. Jay felt his bullshit antennae twitch. Keep it to yourself because I’m in here cold. I know nothing of the stories, just enough about the building. I want to see what my equipment can detect, try and get them talking. It’s got to be active. I bet it comes alive at night. Bet it will all kick off by midnight.

It could kick off way before that, Wye mused as she became aware of the Journal pressing against her back. Are you up for it if it does?

Was that a challenge? Hell yeah, bring it on.

Hmm, that’s just what I thought you’d say. Bring on what? What do you believe is out there?

Whatever. To catch something on camera would be great. Something so amazing that everyone will know my team doesn’t fake evidence. You know, something impressive and substantial; non-refutable proof in the paranormal that would blow every sceptic’s doubts sky high. Something strong enough to make a lasting impression on me, that I am completely convinced. I’ve been doing this for fifteen years, and I still haven’t got the answers.

Jay was animated as he delivered his truth, pacing, gesticulating, creating in his imagination; conjuring his worse and inviting to receive it. Wye could see he was an eager explorer. With his wisps of dark hair and his war cry, even if it was mainly let out with local thrash metal bands. She knew he had the stamina to stay awake by the end of night two, as for the rest; not even she knew the way ahead and what it entailed.

The letter had intrigued her to pick up the Journal. The Journal had begged to be read. She had no idea of what lay amongst its pages, if it would supersede her every dream or if her nightmares would come crashing down.

Sometimes you’ve just got to be, Wye offered, as she skipped by him back towards the main part of the Castle and the awaiting guests. And then other times you’ve just got to be in it to win it. Are you coming with me?

It looks that way.

2

Events Organiser, Amazeballs T was disappointed. He mumbled into the mic, Could I have your attention, please?

The room of paranormal enthusiasts remained milling round to find seats and throw their belongings onto the tables, their conversations full of nervous excitement for arriving at such a haunted and remote Castle as this. Some looked around the place with growing trepidation, imagining the walls as a potential prison for all here. Others saw the macabre yet beautiful carved rafters and wondered what stories they could tell. Nobody was listening to the little man at the front.

I repeat: Can you all find a seat to face me? Settle down. His attention focused on individuals, in turn, making assumptions, sizing them up as, in his mind’s eye, he went around the room sticking labels on every guest. He got out a note pad in his mind and jotted down the names of the guests he believed worthy of knowing. The blonde leggy creature in the back of the room, giggling like she was terrified and needing to be protected. Generally that type.

None of the others mattered in all fairness. T was a Paranormal Investigator who lost the bug for it a long time ago. He had experienced nothing and had come back round to nothing. But these victims didn’t know that. They were still keen, chomping at the bit to sit in the dark and see what you get.

Piles, in T’s experience, especially on these cold floors. That and cramp in your hips: brutal at three in the morning. T was here now doing what came naturally. The showman was in the house. I am Amazeballs T from Elite Paranormal, I am not your tour guide; that would be the ghosts of the place.

He waited for the roar of laughter he expected. He waited a bit longer for these dull-wits to understand his joke but it seemed they were far too stupid. I hope you’ve all had chance to sign the disclaimer, admitting to drug abuse – see me at the front of the class so I can confiscate them and take them myself later. He waited for the next wave of laughter to sweep over his Showman Ego and fuel him up, but the room was silent still. Painful. His ego ached. That was a joke, he prompted, egging the gathering to join in.  Stuff them then - he thought - it’s going to be like that.

The tall gangly man at the back stuck his hand triumphantly into the air, waved, and poured out a delicate voice, Have you sorted out the bedrooms? I need to change.

All in good time.

I have travelled since six this morning to get here. I’m sure everyone else feels the same? he nodded at the faces surrounding and they nodded back, showing approval. I need to centre myself and focus, walk around the grounds and get a sense of the place. I need time on my own; just me and the lost ones. Rick closed his eyes dramatically. No images came to him. He tried to picture a scenario and found an image of a black dog at his feet, snarling at his leather boots. His eyes sprang open and he grabbed his companion’s arm. He wanted her to believe him so badly. I’m getting a dog, lovey. How thrilling. He slammed shut his eyes. Tell me your name, dog. Tell me where you’re from? Are you lost?

T could have groaned right there. There it was, right there. One in every event he had ever arranged at the Castle – the wannabe medium.  The extra sensitive type; born with the gift of dramatics and artful with stories without substance. The token Crock of Shit who everyone wants to know and everyone wants a reading by - tell me my future? Is my guide walking this path with me? Will everything be ok? - The type of showman who gets all the praise and accolade as they so obviously prey on the vulnerable. He put Rick’s name at the top of his mental list to avoid.

Amazeballs T tried to take control of the room once more as people were chatting about ghosts and bedroom arrangements. The blonde blew on her pink bubble gum until it popped over her pretty pug nose. Hands up who has been on a Paranormal Investigation before?

The majority of twenty guests had. I know most of you are in Teams. You have come from all around the country to be here with me tonight. And you know this date is special as it’s not just any Friday; it’s Friday the thirteenth, for those who are superstitious. And it’s not just any moon rising up out there, folks. It’s a full moon. Ah it all collides this day of June 2014. Remember that when you’re running around later. Any Pagans here would know it’s the Honey Moon closest to the Summer Solstice. – Any witches want to dance naked in the grounds later; let me know. And rest assured, you are staying in the most haunted Castle across this Kingdom; and better still – that forest you all had to navigate through to the heart, that forest which surrounds this place at a twenty mile stretch – the one outside these gates – that forest is haunted too.

T twisted a crooked smile. He had their attention now. All of them wide-eyed, believing every syllable that passed his milky voiced lips. Legs eleven – bypass heaven. Eighty eight – two clairvoyants stuck in debate. He was on a roll.

Outside the Dining Hall, Lois and Avis were really excited as they wheeled their small travel cases along the carpeted floor of the main concourse between the South and West Towers. They came to a pair of large Dining Hall doors. To one side there was a billboard. It read, ‘For a true Paranormal Experience, please enter. All welcome. Witches leave your broomsticks by the main gate.’ They giggled at each other. Their old bones not getting in the way of their Will and Intent, they opened one of the doors zealously and stepped into the fray.

I’m so glad you could join us, T said. Unbelievable. How rude and how late can someone fashionably be? To barge in and disrupt his performance. There’s two seats by the window. Hurry up, we haven’t got all day. T checked the time: nearly half five. Fifteen minutes behind schedule; running late. I am about to conduct a tour where you will all be shown your rooms en-route. How’s everyone feeling? He wished he hadn’t asked.

Rick announced, hand flopping to his forehead, I’ve had two names passed to me by my Guide and I’m feeling a sense of dread.

So did T but that was nothing new. The two old lady friends found a seat and sat down like two naughty school girls, clutching their case handles tightly. T dismissed them until Avis chirped up, We have contacted the Castle. We are in the Chaplain’s Room. We know where it is.

T was put on the spot. Indeed you are. Chaplain’s Room. East Tower. Third floor. It hadn’t been his job to allocate rooms. The Castle decided that fate. Names into his Top Hat and pulled out at random. Therefore it wasn’t his problem. You’re in the Room at the Top. Nice view once you’ve climbed up there.

It is indeed, dear. It’s like life itself really. Climbing the stairs is part of the journey, Avis said.

Lois giggled, So is falling back down them. Outside the window was a courtyard fit for Kings and Queens and opposite was the East Tower looming against white puffy clouds in the summer sky. The diamond leaded window of the Room at the Top looked harmless. The figure shifting in the shadows was less friendly.

In the Dining Hall, a huge mirror hung on the wall over the main fireplace, both framed in marble and etched with ivy, sculpted around decadent pillars, with crystal jewel spiders and mayflies dangling from emerald leaves.

Debbie Maddox was so busy admiring the craftsmanship to pay interest in anything else. She was already a believer; had felt sure something had touched her hair earlier and could feel her excitement brewing. Her husband, Dave, was the sceptical one. He mocked her and she mocked him. He was moving around the room with a KII device in his hand; a little grey box with a row of different coloured LED lights. Only the first green light was lit, proving the device was working. He was checking for the rest to light up. He held the KII near emergency lighting because he knew a spike on a KII along an electricity cable would show up as normal electro-magnetic field. No spikes thus far which was very odd as he was expecting all the LEDs to light up in a flurry. He was doing his base-line test as quietly as his size twelve feet would allow. Debbie wasn’t bothered by Dave, she was more interested in the mirror.

We will begin the tour, T announced. We will visit each room and as we move along I will inform you of your bedchamber. Lock your belongings in your wardrobe and keep the key with you. You don’t need to haul all your luggage around. The door opened again and in walked two more gullible victims. Now the tour was officially late. Glad you could join us. Are there anymore of you straggling around out there too scared to enter? Perhaps a coachload would like to walk in willy-nilly. And you are?

Jay and Wye.

Is that Wye as in ‘why’?

It’s Wye as in the river. It separates two great countries in our Kingdom. It has depth.

T checked her name off his list as she walked away. Bloody hippie parents, T jotted on his notes. He informed the latecomers, We are about to embark on the amazing tour of this place; I will show you the Castle in all its splendour and glory. I will tell you no tales.

We won’t need a tour, Jay said, We’ve already checked the place out.

You’ve done base-line tests? – I have the results of all the rooms’ natural energy fields written on a graph on the wall over there, T hissed.

Maybe so, but I prefer to do my own; no offence.

Plenty taken. So what’s your conclusion?

Jay had found this phenomena very weird. This entire Castle is dead. There is no electro-magnetic field anywhere, no phone signals, nothing. The base-line here is zero; zip, nada. I’ve been extremely thorough, trust me. I’ve been doing this for years and I’ve never come across this before. We have electricity here so naturally there should be some background EMF. It doesn’t make sense. I had a few significant spikes above the base-line in one room. This could indicate Paranormal Activity. It will be interesting to see what everyone else gets.

Well done, Jay. This is Jay, everyone; he will be your tour guide for the weekend because this guy knows everything. T couldn’t help his sarcasm. It came naturally.

Jay addressed the room, walking to a table laden with his cases, full of equipment, I’ve got a feeling it will all kick off later. I’ve brought along CCTV and monitors and will set them up. We might catch something great. Anyone want to help me run cables, fit cameras; feel free?

Jay stuffed another sandwich in his mouth as two youths stepped closer to check out his treasures. Either that or he was suffering double vision which, in a state of heightened paranormal investigating, anything could be possible.  They both had ginger curly hair and brown flecked eyes with mischievous grins on identical faces.

T was frustrated with all the attention Jay was receiving for swaggering into the room with his lady of flaming red locks while acting as cool as embalming. Attention seekers did his ego in most. Amazeballs T was beginning to loathe this event more by each minute. He made to steal the show. Ah, you are twins! he announced to beat Jay to it.

I’m Gareth and this is Euan. The young man leaned closer. How perceptive of you.

It doesn’t take an Einstein, T rebuked.

I mean, how perceptive of you to see I have my Guide with me, Gareth said.

From the back, Rick shrieked, I see him! I see him!

How incredible, the blonde squeaked. I see him too! Ah, does that mean I’m open? Does this mean I’m psychic? I’ve always wanted to be.

The two old ladies giggled.

Na – we are twins. Gareth said, stifling a laugh. It’s just Euan doesn’t speak.

One side the room laughed, the other side didn’t. Amazeballs T wasn’t laughing.

Wye smiled inwardly. There was only one spirit in this room who she could see as she leant against the stone wall, and that was the lady in black, standing in front of the fireplace and gazing into the embers through her black shrouding veil, silvery tear running down her cheek, dripping off, turning sorrow to blood which exploded into the red pool of grief at her feet.

3

The Widow lifted her tearful eyes and looked out through the veil. She saw many faces, yet not every face. She could see the man at the front and the young lady leaning against the wall, staring back at her in a trance. She was The One.

The Widow remained gazing at the girl across the void, her hand still resting on the marble mantelpiece providing the connection as she tapped into the earth energy and transformed it into a visual vibration.

Anyone across the void vibrating on this frequency enough to receive it, would see a visual representation of the sender’s Intent. The Widow was sending this image of herself the best way she knew how, given what choice she had. The colour of this vibration was red, the same as her blood at her feet. The frequency she was sending was of Root Chakra, governing survival and passion.

The Widow was very aware of what she was projecting; a shadow of a memory mixed with symbolic emotion to gain effect. It had worked. This girl called Wye, a river with depth, was impressed. She needed to connect further. This was a hello, please recognise me, acknowledge this one; stop and stay for a while because I have something for you. Of all the ones running around the tunnels splashing, marching, please see me as different; I am a gift you seek.

Wye pulled herself away from the wall as her bare arm was cold and she readjusted her rucksack securely.

The Widow screamed in despair as Wye disconnected from the earth energy.

She pulled her veil up, grabbed her black skirts and ran along the perimeter of the room around the grand table in her dimension and drifting through any tables in the Physical Dimension, where resides Wye.

She needed her to plug back in and wake up. She was impatient to accelerate Wye’s skill sets and get the communication going as soon as possible. Wye was obviously only capable of understanding and accepting Stone Tape Theory enough to zone into it. She was obviously only capable of seeing replays of images caught in the silica naturally found in certain stone. The Earth’s crust being made up with silica enough this world was spinning on record. Wye was only able to tap into re-runs like watching old movies on video tape or viewing a memory caught on a silicone micro-chip. She had no skillsets for real time to see through to the Now. This was a limiting start. Wye didn’t possess the gift of clairaudience therefore she was deaf to the dead.

As the Widow screamed so she knew none of them could hear her; the people heading out for their tour of the Castle, led by the Events Organiser who was deafer than most. In fact the Widow viewed Amazed-balls T as deader than her; a zombie, dead inside; no love, no light; shuffling around a dense place trapped in a limited grumbling mind as the ego raged on to take total control over the soul. Sad to see, but there it is.

The Widow gave up screaming. She calmed herself as Wye and Jay stayed back and began to unravel cables while studying the plan of the Castle on the wall.

The Widow leaned in to study the map. She could feel the heat of their alive bodies close to either side of her. The man’s energy was a difficult one to decipher; too many layers. He had demons; drawings of them in ink, gorged into a sleeve on his skin, lest he forgets. Jay had demons. She could feel them, hear their distant cries caught on a storm as they clawed at his soul fighting to hold on. He also had a deep energy of the Self; steadfast, grounded, and more - much more when he allowed himself a glimpse. And he did this with the brakes on and a huge steady anchor. The Widow sensed this. He had death music and serial killer books, and knew subjects of magic and the arts of this magic both black and white. He was well-rounded and self-educated in his search as he read it all from books and information highways of the cosmos. She looked into his depths and peered down as far as she could see and realised how deep and turbulent this ocean. He hadn’t scoured his own true depths. There lurked those demons. Perhaps it was too scary a place and best stay safe. The Widow decided to like him. There were no real warnings she could sense, his cause was justified and he had a wide sense of the universe even if he was too blocked to experience it.

It didn’t matter. He wasn’t The One.

The Widow’s attention unlocked from Jay as she leaned gently in to the young lady. Wye had a beautiful fascinating face. The Widow studied her lips, her fine nose, high cheek bones, alabaster skin and lush alive hair which had a life of its own. She was the essence of life. Heartbeat. Blood pumping through biology; micro-organisms invading for the kill – and all they worry about is chasing ghosts.

The Widow informed, I can’t kill you. She leaned in closer and sought out the blue eyes and connected to her depths, hoping to be heard, even just a whisper and implored, Only you can kill you. Please listen to me. Open your ears. I need you to hear me. You need to hear me.

Wye moved away from the map, wondering how the hell the two of them were supposed to run around this place with miles of cable and set everything up. She hoped Jay wasn’t expecting her to crawl around on all fours, taping it all down to the floors to save trip hazards. She had better things to do like lock the door, change her clothes and open the Journal.

The Widow moved in front of Wye again, more anxious. She called - slowly – deeply, Don’t – open - it!

No response. Wye was still closed.

The Widow searched further for a connection which might work. She pushed her lips coolly towards Wye’s and felt her soft breath of life drift over her own. She pulled it in; gasps and gasps of the element of air and took this element, transformed it to health and blew as hard as she could, all the wind she could muster back across the void until she was empty.

Wye rubbed her face. She had felt a gentle breeze like something had moved passed her. Probably a draught in this cold stone Castle. The Paranormal equipment lay in cases before her and Jay was busy planning a mission like a commando about to enter a great adventure in a misleading jungle. She picked up the KII, pressed the front button a few times and placed it back down. Which is your favourite piece of tech stuff, Geek? she jested.

Jay was sifting through the camera case, picking out four for CCTV and the wires to go with them. It’s hard to say. We’ve got to try it all and give them every opportunity to communicate. I’ve caught some amazing evidence from lots of different equipment. Some really impressive stuff, which tells me there has to be intelligent life out there, able to communicate back, real time. You must admit, the few times we’ve worked together have been interesting.

He picked out his HD video camera and switched it on. That’s strange. The battery’s dead. He moved across to another case and checked two Walkie Talkies. Dead too. He was well-prepared for this weekend and had spent two days at home, everything on charge to capacity before he got here. He said, Everything was fully charged.

Something is draining the batteries? Wye asked in her paranormal reasoning.

It would seem. Jay looked around the room and came back to Wye. There’s no EMF anywhere in this place, either.

Are you suggesting something is stealing all this energy, including battery life?

What other explanations are there? It’s not really normal, is it?

And if it’s not normal – then it’s paranormal, Wye gasped in growing excitement.

Precisely. I need to get everything back on charge. Jay found wall sockets and began his mission again. I think we will use this room as Base. Get all my stuff out, keep it charging and change batteries regularly. There’s too much equipment here to shove in a bedroom anyway.

I like your style, Wye smiled. I really would love to stay and help but I’m going to catch up with the others and find my room. She really needed to start reading the Journal.

Jay was disappointed by her indifference.

The Widow was totally distraught at her commitment. Nothing was working. She took all the energy from every level, including EMF from the Physical Realm and still she had no power to get her message across. Mute. No voice. Desperate lips falling on deaf ears.

She grabbed at the black lace at the breast of her dress as her heart burned to the discord running through her and fought desperately to find an answer. There had to be a way. She had to warn Wye. There would be consequences; heartbreak, loss, death itself could come crawling. She had to warn Wye not to get sucked in. There were enough lost souls