Excerpt to Beyond the Eyes
As we made our way through the crowd
of moving bodies, my ears started to ring again. Okay, this was seriously
getting on my last nerve, but then I reminded myself I was here to have fun and
began swaying my hips when we reached Matt. My body automatically moved inside
a bubble of energetic sound waves–free and unencumbered. I was no longer the
freak, with a mother who showed up when she wanted to and a father who had died
when I was four. None of that stuff mattered, because in that moment I was one
with the music and the pulsing lights. And as each song changed into pure
techno melodies, I became more entranced, closing my eyes, swaying my body to
the beat of the music, entering my own world.
Then something strange happened. The
people around me were now far below me, and I was tethered to a silver cord
attached to my dancing body. I wasn’t scared though, and found myself enjoying
this sense of release. I had no worries. Even when I thought about the
premonition, the fear I’d felt toward it earlier didn’t touch me. Probably
since I knew I wasn’t dead. I mean, hey, the silver cord remained attached to
my body, so I was good, right?
As I took in my surroundings, a guy
wearing a long black coat caught my attention. He was on the high platform
overlooking the floor with his hands gripping the black railing. His hood
concealed his face, but he appeared to be watching the people down below.
My eyes swept over the crowd and
rested on Matt standing there staring intently on my swaying body. He took a
step closer and leaned forward.
Was he sniffing me?
He looked up, searching for
something.
At that exact moment, the hooded guy
jumped off the platform, over the black railing, and ran to the dance floor.
And then Matt’s eyes locked onto mine. They were pale and glowing.
I shuddered.
The silvery cord rippled, and then
yanked me toward my body, as if I was a balloon being pulled down by an eager
child’s grasp. Everything rushed before me: the tables, the crowd of moving
heads, and my own head, moving in a figure eight along with my body. I closed
my eyes, and collided into a hard, confining surface, and that was the last
thing I could remember.
About the Author -
Rebekkah Ford grew up in a family
that dealt with the paranormal. Her parents’ Charles and Geri Wilhelm were the
Directors of the UFO Investigators League in Fairfield, Ohio, back in the
1970s. They also investigated ghost hauntings and Bigfoot sightings in addition
to UFO’s. Growing up in this type of environment and having the passion for
writing is what drove Rebekkah at an early age to write stories dealing with
the paranormal. At one point in her life, she thought she wanted to be a
journalist, and although she enjoyed writing articles, she quickly discovered
her real passion was writing fiction. Her fascination with the paranormal is
what led her to write the ‘Beyond the Eyes’ series. Visit her online and read
her blog at http://themusingwriter.blogspot.com