Deadly Echoes

By S.B.

Young Pamela Barnes is visiting her mother's forest grave when she hears a poignant cry for help coming from a nearby set of caves in which herself got lost a few years back.

Rushing to help, she stumbles upon something unexpected, for what lies in the darkness is a malevolent creature that feeds on thoughts and is desperate to break free. Can the young woman survive her fated encounter with such a powerful force?

• Language: English
• Publisher: S.B.
• Release date: Aug 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005637309

S.B.

Simple Being, middle name Creative. Writer and artist with a penchant for stories involving Female Domination, Hypnosis and Mind Control. My thoughts are my own except when they're not.

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Deadly Echoes

By S.B.

Copyright 2011-2020 S.B.

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Deadly Echoes

Pamela Barnes sat on an old tree stump and looked down at a small circle of stones that had been laid down there, in that part of the woods, precisely seventeen years ago. It was a sad, yet special place for her as it marked the final resting ground of her mother, Katherine. She had been buried in that spot because, according to her father, that had always been her wish and, when it finally happened, he told her some things she remembered to the most exact detail even that day.

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We met here, you know, your mother and I… He had said. We were taking a stroll through this haunting place, both coming from opposite directions when we saw each other for the first time. At first glance, it looked to me as if she had sprung out of an oak tree, looking lovely and radiant in her green clothes, just like a dryad…

What’s a dryad, Dad? The younger version of Pamela had asked with her bulging eyes as curious as ever.

Oh… he muttered, caressing the child’s cheeks and then kneeling next to her. A tree spirit according to Ancient Greek mythology. The grieving parent explained as easily as he could.

Mom was a spirit?! Pamela inquired, making no effort to hide the surprise irradiating from her innocent blue eyes. Then how come she… she…? As hard as she tried, she could not pronounce the word ‘died’. And that was something that took a few years ago to overcome.

No, my dear. Henry Barnes declared, suddenly averting visual contact as he felt his eyes water. "She wasn’t a spirit. I just said she looked like one. This place meant everything to her and that is why what is left of her now needs to be here so that she can indeed become one with all the things she loved and cherished. When you grow up, you will understand this better, I promise. Now, are there any last words you