The Mist of My Dreams

By Frank Weber

When Frank agrees to attend an event at the Marble Hill Manor, he sets in motion a series of events that awaken his awareness of who he really is and his true destiny.

Through several unexplained happenings and dreams, he works his way through clouded and distant memories, guided by forces he knows but has only forgotten, and begins to remember.

He begins to understand and accept what he must do to regain his love and his past lifetime.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Apr 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9781734969603

Frank Weber

Frank Weber is a freelance writer based in Erie, Pennsylvania. He has written and published one book so far, his first book, The Mist of My Dreams. Frank has also been published on and in several print magazines, books, posters and advertising campaigns as both writer and model. Frank’s true passion lies in the creative process, and he finds his inspiration in the Franklin-Hemingway Thompson-Kerouac approach to writing. His work encompasses this approach through a wry witticism, coupled with firm conviction, a simple honesty in written word and enough of an edge to make people feel what they read.

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ISBN: 978-1-7349696-0-3

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About the Author…

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I’ve never thought of myself as much of a loner, but I suppose I am.

A lot of the time, I’d rather be by myself than with anyone else. I never felt any real need to be that close to anyone that I had to have someone around me every minute of the day.

I never realized just how alone I had become…or why.

I remember the day very clearly…my friend and photographer, Mike, told me about a group photo shoot open to all models and photogs. It was supposed to be a good time and the kicker was that the place was reportedly one of the most haunted buildings in the US.

He wasn’t too excited about the haunted aspect, but the setting sure was interesting.

Mike is a well-established photographer, now retired, and I’m an alternative model. Seemed like a fun way to spend a weekend.

It was an old mansion, in an old town, in the old South: Marble Hill Manor in Shreveport, Louisiana, and Man, was there a buzz about it!

Bring extra batteries cause the Spirits drain them fast!

Be ready for anything. There is so much activity in the place that most people run out and never look back.

There was even a story about an investigator that ran out and left all of his electronics laying in the building and refused to go back inside…even in broad daylight and with escorts! The owner had to bring everything out for him.

The topic of Paranormal activity, and the whole idea of finding, meeting and talking to someone from the afterlife, has always held an interest for me. More of a fascination, really. I never feared death or my own mortality, but I am so assuredly interested in what might happen at the second my body finally gives out and my heart thumps its last beat.

I never really believed in a ‘heaven’ or ‘hell’ per se, but to be fair, I never fully subscribed to any one philosophy or religion, either. I’ve seen too many strange and varied things in my life for me to believe in any one specific path. Still, I keep my mind open to everything I have yet to experience.

Yet even now, as I’m writing this down for you to read, I find my Heart and Spirit at a crossroads. Do I have the courage to follow my own true destiny or do I stay…?

No, there’s no question. It’s not nothing but rhetorical. I am abundantly anxious to fulfill my own personal destiny!

My Heart speaks to me. My Spirit speaks to me. They tell me what I already know I have to do.

No, that’s not entirely accurate…they tell me what I already know deep down I must do. They only reaffirm it for me. I have always lived my life by the ancient philosophy that the Body and Mind must follow the Heart, and they all must follow the Spirit. That is the true key to happiness and peace.

But I’ll tell you this…my Heart only wishes it was that easy…and it incessantly badgers my mind over the concept!

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We spent hours on seemingly endless highways and dusty abandoned roads, some of which were so desolate they had me questioning this decision in the first place. But then, all of a sudden, we found ourselves passing a road-side highway sign for Shreveport.

It felt so good to feel the gravel grinding under my boots as I tried to kick and stomp the blood back into my legs. First stop…very large sodas…and directions… we were already lost. Blessed GPS had us driving in circles. And true to form for me, I was not in a very pleasant part of town. I always manage to put myself right, smack-dab in the middle of trouble.

If there’s a hard way to do things, I usually end doing it. It’s not by choice, mind you, but it always seems to work out that way.

We tried to get our bearings and then saw a couple mechanics sitting on some old oil drums outside their shop. These guys looked like they’d be able to help us. They watched us pull into their dirt parking lot and when we stopped, they walked over and started to examine our car – and everything in it. Talk about an uneasy feeling! I could almost hear banjos in the distance!

Hey guys. Can you help us find Marble Hill Manor?, Mike blurted out with his usual friendly smile.

The head mechanic walked right out in front and did all the talking – the name tag on his work shirt read CJ, said, You boys lost?

Mike looked up, his eyes pinched by the sunlight, and said, A little bit…we’re supposed to meet a group of people at Marble Hill Manor to take some pictures, but the GPS isn’t co-operating.

Ah, Hell, boys…it’s right over there…about two blocks down that alley way. It’s a one-way road, but don’t give that no mind. The police won’t fuck witcha. They don’t ever come down this far! And both mechanics started to laugh to each other.

Then CJ got ominously serious. What do you really have to do over there? It’s not a very hospitable place, Friend.

I jumped in and answered back, Just like Mike said…we’re meeting a group of people there. We’re doing a group photo shoot. As CJ was eyeing me up, looking like he was trying to decide if he should believe me or shoot me, I pulled out a cigar for myself.

You guys like a good smoke?

Well, hell yeah!

I gave them each a smoke, torch lit theirs first and then