The Shimmer Effect E-Book

Randy Norton

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

Imagine having dark dreams that permeate your life. One man goes in search of help with a online ad. What he finds out changes his outlook forever. When he finds out ghouls are real it might be his salvation.

Leseprobe

Randy Norton

The Shimmer Effect

The Ties That Bind

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

The Shimmer Effect: The Beginning

You will not find my name anywhere on this document. I don't expect you to believe any of it. I wish I could deny the reality of my life.

I had always suffered, what older people often referred to, from "night terrors." Realistic dreams that make you feel like you are wide awake; when you are actually in a deep slumber. I would awake as a child sweating through my sheets and blankets. Anything within range of my flailing arms would be knocked over or akimbo about the room. 

I got my own room early. That was saying a lot considering our house was small and space had to be given up. My mother gave up her sewing/crafts room really to help ease the tensions. My older brother, Jim, ended up sleeping on the floor to keep himself safe. My father would be forced out of bed by my screaming in the middle of the night. The room was the farthest away from everyone. I still had the terrors but it did help. Maybe it was the mental isolation I felt at being cast away from my family. I found that if I concentrated I could block them for the most part. 

 One of the earliest and persistent ones went sorta like this: There was a group of people across the room from me. Somebody, I think it was my father, beckoned to me calling loudly. In the middle of the floor was a decomposing, wriggling arm. Every time I moved it countered. Finally, after the yelling grew louder I attempted to jump over it. It grabs my leg; I feel myself being pulled into the floor.  The people across the room lose interest and turn their backs. It was at this point I would wake up...

 Early on someone would usually come into my room by this point. After I got my own room this happened less and less. Eventually, when they did happen, I would wake up sweating bullets but able to stifle my screams.

I did suffer from a lack of sleep as a child. I tried to ignore it but would often be startled as I saw strange things. Once one of my teachers appeared almost corpse-like. His face drooped and hands were withered. When I looked again he appeared normal as always. I noticed a musty smell about him when he spoke as well. Even after the spell ended I was nervous in the class. Notes about failing grades were not welcome in my house. When I confided to my parents about my visions they were a little taken back. Everyone seemed to fit inside our house except me. I felt like a peg that would never fit in anywhere.

In the tiny ass town I was from, barely a piss break for tourists, mental problems were not spoken of. It was the stuff of gossip and silent stares as the inflicted went by. The term "Not quite right in the head" was usually spoken. I believe my parents told people they were audited for the reason they went to Albany, NY for the doctors' visit. Imagine! Wanting people to think the IRS was investigating you; rather than your child went to see a doctor.

I remember being fascinated by the fact the buildings were so tall and they sold food in carts on the corners. The office was clean and bright. The nurse was pretty in a stern way. A nurse Ratchet so to speak. As my mother and I waited in the crowded room it was quiet. I started to talk to another child and my mother grabbed my arm tightly. Everyone just kept their heads down as if they were worried about being seen. I'm not sure how long we waited but eventually were lead into an office. The doctor had a thick accent and asked my mother questions as I stared at various diplomas. When he was done nodding and writing the doctor asked her to leave. As she left the look of dread on her face was apparent. Shock treatment was usually the preferred method of treating such things.