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A idea inspired by a surreal dream~~~maybe horror isn’t so bad after all

Life on the run was hard on a girl like Willow, especially when it wasn’t the world she was born in. She was an ordinary girl who was thrust into an alternate world where horrors were around every corner and what you thought was real was perhaps only your imagination.. Lacking street smarts hurt her in the beginning but as time progressed she learned them the hard way. It all started when the world turned upside and inside out for her at a family reunion. Her family consisted of her mother who was raising her and her brother and sister alone because their no good dad cut out and run once she got pregnant with Thomas, Willow’s younger brother. Marissa the middle child was a wee thing, very frail and needing a lot of care. Lorelei, their mom was taking them to meet the rest of her family and hopefully find someone to take on the three kids while she earned her way to a better life for them. They found themselves at an old historic hotel. Everything appeared to be usual until she met 3 young girls about her age who took her on a freaky ride into crazyland.


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Darrow Dreamwalker~~WIP~~Excerpt

The story starts with a dream…not a simple dream. Dreams never are. They seem simple on the outside until you follow the corridors to some unknown answer. I feel like I’m in a fairy tale where the only one who knows an answer is some witch in some old cave who speaks in riddles. I hate riddles. They dance around in your brain and taunt you with their secrets. So begins my story. My life has always been strange and different. My dreams are always popping up when I don’t want them to. But when they do, they replay until I decide to write them down or do something about it. Some people would call me a precog. I just call it my gift. Sometimes it’s a curse. You see my dreams give me gifts, different talents and I have no idea where they come from. This will lead me on a journey that twists and turns in ways I can’t even begin to imagine……

My story begins with a recurring dream. In this particular dream I am the “heroine”. I don’t know what my name is but I’m sure it will come to me. Sometimes I wonder if my dreams show my past lives. The reason is I have them in sequences. Once the dream manifests it keep popping in and out of my consciousness. So in my dream I find myself walking to a house. This house looks like a museum, the kind of house that wealthy people own. How I can walk up there without tripping any alarms is a mystery to me. But I must be expected. Why else would I be here? The door opens up to show me a stiff butler. He’s the kind that will turn his nose up at the lower class. I hate that kind. He motions for me to enter and I find myself in a parlor one that looks like it hasn’t been updated since the Victorian era, flowered wallpaper prevails. A lady in a victorian dress is sitting there waiting for me, drinking tea, in a stiff backed chair. She motions for me to sit down.

She said, “I have need of your services.”
“What services?'”

” Your unique abilities of course.”

” I’m not for hire.”

Oh everyone is for the right price.What’s your price?”

She seemed to know my special talent and that scared me. I don’t make it public as a general rule. That sort of gift ends you in a mental health facility tied up in a strait jacket

I said, “My price is to know answers. “Why am I gifted with this ability?”

“Oh this is a fork in your path to knowledge.I need your abilities to find my son who was taken.”

I didn’t like the sound of this at all. It seemed very dangerous and secretive. I said, “By whom?”

“It’s a secret organization that causes things to happen.They are known for their insatiable desire to gain power by whatever means necessary. It extends beyond this world and threatens to destroy all worlds linked to this one.”

“What do you mean by other worlds??? I am only aware of this one.”

She laughed musically and my vision wavered for a minute and I glimpsed a radiant white light surrounding her. Her face was beautiful porcelain, pink lips perfectly shaped. Her ears were pointed. I blinked and her features reverted back to the grandmotherly look. She said, “Really my dear, is that the truth, because your eyes show me something different. If you are only aware of this world, explain your dreams to me. And your special abilities.”

“Why me? I’m sure there are other people who are better suited to this job. Perhaps you should look into other worlds to find that person.”

“Let’s just say, you are the only one who I would trust for this job.”

“How can you trust me? You don’t even know me.”

“Oh my dear, I do know you more than you know yourself. But there is no time to speak of that right now.”

Jump to my real life now, I wake up from this dream. Thus this continues the story. I’m getting ready to go to work and I see a limousine that is parked in front of my house. And my dream becomes real just like that.

This is my journey and it will twist and turn in ways that I cannot begin to imagine ….


My name is Elizabeth Darrow and I’m a normal person but as I‘m about to find out, I‘m much more than that. My dreams give me special abilities. I try to live a normal life but my gift doesn’t allow me to. My world is a bit different from yours. People with gifts are coming out more and more. The possibilities are endless. I own a bookstore and that’s my day job. Any other time, certain people seem to find me and have use of my “gift”.

But I digress. I walked to the door, and sure enough the butler answers just like in my dream, personality is still the same. The lady sits in the parlor drinking her tea and motions me to sit down.

I have need of your special abilities.”

How did you find me?”

Deja vu hits me quickly.

I was given your name and description from a previous client.” She continues on with her story as I listen with trepidation. “My son was taken while he was on a jog and there was a phone call me asking me to forget about him now and that he is being taken care of. I told them that I would not forget about my son. They told me they have need of his abilities. He is a remote viewer.”

I’m not sure how I can help you, Miss..?”

Mrs. Primrose and my son’s name is Andrew.” “Money is no object, name your price.”

Let me think this over, Mrs. Primrose”.

You have until tomorrow night. I have other ways to persuade you if you don’t accept our business arrangement. William will show you to the door.”


Well that sounds like a dismissal. The limousine took me back to my house. My cat, Finnegan was waiting for me at the door. His plaintive meow seemed to mirror my worry.

Finn it’s okay, looks like I have another situation that needs my help.” He cocked his head and looked at me and brushed up against my legs. I couldn’t help but wonder what was in my cat’s head at that moment. If Finnegan is worried, I should be worried

Let me explain Finnegan to you. One day after as I was driving home from the bookstore, he ran out in front of my car. When I swerved to avoid him, I turn around in my seat and Finnegan was there in the car with me. Looking a little worse for wear, he nuzzled up against my hand and meowed at my bewildered face.

Unusual events happen to me regularly, so it didn’t really surprise me.

I have no idea who my father is but my mom raised me by herself and never spoke about him. She lives happily by herself and her 5 cats not too far from my place in the desert.

My day job consists of running a bookstore/metaphysical shop called Earth Wind Cafe. I work with my mentor Shosta who helps me with my “curse”. After my surreal experience with Mrs. Primrose, I need to focus my thoughts and ground myself.

She awaits me at my shop and immediately says “Back to the meditation room, we need to talk.”

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