by Rachael J. Thorne
Published: July 15th 2012
Format: Kindle edition
thought she had an explanation for
After all, as a slightly sceptical paranormal investigator that was what she was used to doing;
researching, observing and explaining.
So when she began writing a paper about a long forgotten case of death by Spontaneous Human Combustion, she assumed it would be a run-of-the-mill piece.
Little did she realise that she was about to be plunged into a situation that would not only force her to question her own sanity, but also her scepticism about the nature of the paranormal.
Not to mention the dreams that just wouldn’t go away...
We watch them living their lives. We watch their hearts beat, they breathe, they grow, they give birth, and ultimately of course they die.
We watch all of it happening. We are always there but they do not know it, they do not see us.
Sometimes, only very occasionally, they think that they can sense something, but more often than not the feeling passes quickly and they barely notice the difference.
If we are careless and do not obey the rules set out for us, maybe they actually do catch a glimpse, just for a second or two, but the memory inevitably fades for most of them, all apart from the more sensitive ones, and we are once again safely forgotten.
It is strictly forbidden for us to interact with them in any way, we cannot help them, we are not allowed to communicate with them at all, and we are only permitted to watch.
Anything else would carry with it the threat of dire consequences, it would upset the delicate balance that we constantly strive so very hard to maintain, and most important of all it would likely bring about our own downfall.
This is what we have learned from our own mistakes; only the few, only the most sensitive, only the ones who have been chosen to share our fate can be allowed to know us, and so we remain in the shadows, and we watch.
It has not always been this way though. We have made our mistakes, we have felt the searing pain of bearing witness to the damage that we have caused, and for this we have suffered.
Oh, how we have suffered...
Rachael J. Thorne is trying to make it in the world as an indie author between tending her garden and being a geek!
She lives in Essex, UK with her husband and crazy dog.
Last Regress is her first novel and she is currently working on her second, Running For A Life.
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