Destiny’S Ghost

By Kimmer Lindemood

Emma, the grandma in this story, has powers given to her by Spirit. She soon finds out that not only has she passed this on to her daughter but now, as a need arises, her three grandkids are showing signs of powers too. In this adventure. the three kids set out to Tn, where they are visiting their grandma. The kids find themselves in a time-travel scenario where they are challenged with many obstacles to overcome together. They are trying to fulfill their destiny, and the twists and turns they take to understand what that destiny is, is a thrill ride. This book will make you laugh, cry, and want for more adventures as the kids seek to bring you, the reader, into their world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 14, 2018
• ISBN: 9781984514288

Kimmer Lindemood

Kimmer Lindemood was born in Duluth Minnesota. She grew up on a farm with two brothers and two sisters in Esko Mn. Even at a young age Kimmer would write short stories and poetry. She writes music with lyrics and plays the guitar. She now lives in Knoxville Tn with her life partner Niki. Kimmer co authored a book prior to this one called The ghost of island lake. Her day job is a certified occupational therapist, in the home health setting. Driving around to different patients homes is when Kimmer likes to think of stories and plots and write them out to see what they may lead to. Perhaps another book. Kimmer sincerely hopes that you find this book fun and interesting.

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Copyright © 2018 by Kimmer Lindemood.

Library of Congress Control Number:     2018903026

ISBN:                Hardcover                    978-1-9845-1426-4

                           Softcover                      978-1-9845-1427-1

                           eBook                           978-1-9845-1428-8

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The names and places in this book are purely fiction. Although I borrowed my grandkids’ names, this does not mean that anything these characters do in the story, has anything to do with what their namesakes do in real life. Again, this is a work of FICTION. Anything resembling yourself or others you may know is an act of your own imagination. Although there is some truth to the towns that are mentioned, the events happening in Gatlinburg are again a work of FICTION.

Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

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Rev. date: 03/13/2018

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DEDICATION

I  WOULD LIKE to dedicate this book firstly, to my best friend and partner in life, Niki Moore who has been with me since 2001 through thick and thin. Thank you, sweet lady, for all that you have done for and with me. You are loved. Next, I would like to thank my daughter Erin Powers and my wonderful grandkids, Jill, McKenna and Witten. The four of you have no idea how important you are to me and how life would have never been the same had you not come into it. I want to tell you how much I love you every day. I also want my boys Steven and Brad and their wives Stephanie and Elaina to know how much you are loved, you will never know the extent of it. To my aunt and dear friend Cindy Pelletier who has blessed me throughout my entire life and encouraged me like no other, she is married to my mom’s brother Gene who has been a positive male role-model for me, you are both loved intensely. Also, to my sister Marylu Josephson who has been kind to me in my adult life and who I love very much. Lastly, and you know who you are, by blood by choice, my amazing sister/cousin Justine Pelletier. You will never know how many times you have saved my life, I hope that you know how much you mean to me my friend, and know that if you need me, just call me and I’ll be there.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I  WOULD LIKE to acknowledge my mother Jan Lindemood who I think of every single day. You are missed my beloved mama. Thank you for always loving me.

And to my nother mother, Geri Collins. You let me in when you didn’t have to, you trusted me with your child, and our love and friendship grew to know no bounds. I miss you mama. Thank you for loving and trusting me.

I know your both watching over us, as we continue our lives without you.

I would like to make a special acknowledgement to Ingrid Pelletier, who encouraged my writings. You started the published book, "Ghost of Island Lake, which was sent to me after she passed away, I finished it and it was published in 2010. Your other book Daughter of Lap Land," remains one of my favorite all time reads.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter One - The Beginning

Chapter Two - Christmas day - A big surprise

Chapter Three - Sara’s Birthday

Chapter Four - Time to go

Chapter Five - Winters End

Chapter Six - Getting Ready

Chapter Seven - Fake Easter

Chapter Eight - Big Adventures.

Chapter Nine - Smokie Mountain Thunder Park

Chapter Ten - The ride of their lives

Chapter Eleven - Bear

Chapter Twelve - The Storm

Chapter Thirteen - The way back

Chapter Fourteen - Journeys End

Epilogue

CHAPTER ONE

The Beginning

K A-BAM!!!! THE DOOR slammed shut so hard that it rattled the house."

Oh, my gosh Jill thought, I did not mean to slam it that hard, SORRY, She yelled at the door as if it were her mother. Jill stood in the mud room. For those of you who are not familiar with this term, a mud room is a room that you put all your winter boots or muddy boots and winter clothes such as snow pants, parkas mittens, scarfs and hats.

Jill was now using it to dawn her snow pants, winter jacket, hat and gloves. She was in a foul mood even if it was Christmas Eve, or, perhaps it was because it was Christmas Eve.

Her two siblings were inside taking bathes and getting their best clothes on to be presentable at church tonight. Jill was going to smell like a barn unless she washed and dried her long blonde hair which she would not have time to do. Uhg she muttered as she pulled her second snowmobile boot on.

From the mud room the doors to the bitter cold Minnesota winter were with-in reach. Jill pulled open the heavy oak door then the metal screen door, which Jill always considered useless, and stepped out into the unforgiving winter.

The blast of cold was instant against Jill’s slender face. A bright rosiness appeared on her cheeks. The wind swirled and howled around Jill. The white snow was blinding as it was carried upon the frigid wind. Jill’s long eye lashes were turned into white feathers as they froze. She squinted to protect her green eyes as she quickly grabbed the rope attached to the front porch.

In Minnesota, these ropes running from the house to the barn or garage were considered a life line. In blizzards, visibility could be zero, as it was right now. Without the rope one could easily lose their way and be thrown into instant peril, getting frost bite or worse, get so lost that one could freeze to death before finding their way to a safe building to take shelter.

Jill held it in her gloved hand and started for the barn which was not in sight now. On a clear day, the barn was completely visible. It was only 50 yards from the maroon farm house.

The barn itself was massive and a typical barn red with white trim, with a lower door that lent you the option of opening the top half or both upper and lower halves at the same time. In the summer this was nice as you could let fresh air in as you cleaned the animal stalls without the worry of letting them get loose as you kept the bottom part of the door latched.

Toward the upper part of the barn, there was a huge door which was operated with ropes and pulleys to lower and raise it during haying season. It was only attainable from the loft floor upstairs. This opening allowed the admittance of an elevator type machine which carried bales of hay from the trailer/tractor below, up to the loft on a neat metal conveyor belt.

Jill had trudged through the calf-deep snow about twenty feet when suddenly the air went still and so clear that the barn loomed into sight even in the dark. Jill was shocked and breathless and clung to the rope although it was now not necessary.

There was such a strangeness in the air. A feeling of bewilderment and calmness came over Jill like a soft friendly blanket that she had used since childhood. She looked up in the sky and the stars were brilliant and multiple in the heavens. Jill couldn’t believe it, what was going on.

Suddenly, she got a feeling of deepest dread as she could barely see behind the top of the barn to the North a color of red like flames coming out.

Letting go of the rope Jill ran to the West to see around the side of the barn. She then stood with mouth agape. It wasn’t a fire at all. It was the brilliance of the Arora borealis. The Northern lights. It was breath taking. Jill, who was extremely sensitive by nature, let huge tears form in her beautiful eyes. She wiped them with her gloved hand, so they wouldn’t freeze on her soft skin.

This was the most beautiful thing she had ever witnessed in all her 16 years. The colors of red, green, pink, violet orange and yellow danced in the sky like the angels were having the most splendid of parties. Jill realized at that moment that she was welcomed to this exclusive phenomenon that few people ever got to witness. The anger she had felt earlier melted away. This, she said out-loud is what Christmas is all about. She finally pulled herself away from Gods beautiful painting and walked to the barn. The snow beneath her feet crunched softly as she walked, leaving size 7 foot-prints behind her as a signature in the snow that said, I was there to witness it.

Inside the barn the cows, horses and pigs were gathered in their own stalls, but instead of the pleading moos and oinks suggesting they were hungry, they were silent and watching, waiting patiently for their meal. Had the animals felt the beauty which surrounded them? It was fair to say, they must be feeling something, as calm as they were when seemingly moments ago, there was a howling blizzard at their doors. Jill’s favorite cats were weaving their way in and out of her legs purring loudly, as Jill’s loyal German Shepherd nudged at them as if telling them all was well now that his mama was there. Jill fed the animals, talking to each one as she gave them sustenance, and she thought of the animals on a different Christmas Eve, all gathered awaiting a miracle birth.

Jill said good-night to the cattle, cats and horses, and humbly walked back to the farm house with Delgado, who would stay outside and frolic like a puppy in the snow. No need for the rope now as she trotted up the steps with her heart as lite as the now soft falling snow which was just starting as the clouds created a curtain over the beauty that now only the angels could see.

Jill let herself into the house and after doffing her outer-wear, ran up-stairs to get ready for the candle lite service. She felt as if she already had a private candle lite service but now with an enlightened heart and reformed attitude, Jill was looking forward to the church songs and worship with her family.

Are you ok honey, Jill’s mom called up after her.

Yes ma’am, Jill replied with warmth that was unexpected by Jill’s mom. With Jill, her mom had grown use to a teenage attitude, induced by simply saying hi.

Sara, was the happy mother of three, Jill 16, McKenna 13 and Witten or Dubs as his grandma called him was 8. She was married to Albert, a heavy-set man, pre-maturely bald and at this time of year, with a red coat and hat could be mistaken for non-other than Saint Nick himself. He was much sterner than his sweet Sara, and usually the Bad cop when the kids needed a stern hand.

Sara’s mom, Emma, who was at the farm for a visit from Tennessee for the holidays, was built similar to her daughter Sara. Both were of sturdy form, both had blonde hair, (although one of them got theirs from a bottle) and both, despite the 19 years’ difference in age, were absolutely in love with life and their kids.

Emma had moved from her home state of Minnesota to Tennessee 5 years prior to this year, 2016. Time was always moving too fast for Emma. She insisted on seeing her beautiful daughter and grandkids at least twice a year.

Witten was given the name Dubs by Emma as