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An excerpt from The Visit
A Note from Sydney.
The Celestial Series is a fictional collection of short stories with a common theme throughout. You will find a message of hope here. A declaration of new beginnings and a sign that the supernatural spirit of God is as real as the darkness that surrounds us in times of despair. For more than three decades, I’ve witnessed unexplained mysteries and ghostly encounters, but the most life-altering encounters I’ve ever experienced will always be the times I’ve witnessed God in all of His supernatural glory.
Each installment in this series has a part of me and my life’s experiences with the paranormal. Although the characters and circumstances are fictional, their experiences have been mine and recreated here for you.
On December 31, 2004, I experienced an angelic encounter that will remain etched in my soul forever. I invite you to experience the same through my character, Elizabeth Chapman. I hope you enjoy The Visit.
Love and Light,
December 31, 2004
Elizabeth Chapman ran her fingers through her long chestnut brown hair and let out a heavy sigh. She peered out the front window of her home office and watched the snow fall silently to the ground. Pulsating beams of sunlight created a glistening background, and she envisioned Reece’s truck turning the corner of Winter Creek Road just as it always did every day at the same time. And then a familiar yet unnerving sound echoed from the dark, empty room beyond the office door.
The faint melody of a music box. The sound must have come from the small curio placed against the foyer wall, its shelves lined full of collectible music boxes. The melody carried only the first line of a familiar tune and then stopped.
Then. Three knocks.
“Beth” as she had always been affectionately called by her husband Reece, trembled as she pulled away from the window and tiptoed along the wall, inching one foot at a time. With a sudden pause, she stopped and stood rigid, almost melting into the drywall as she held her breath and waited. She knew what to expect. In three seconds, the creaking sound of the front door opening would fill the room and leave her motionless, her eyes wide open and fixed on the shadow cast across the floor. And then seconds later, this repetitive occurrence that had become a normalcy with no meaning or logic at all, settled over her with a strange calm as the house became still once again.
Beth took a long deep breath and walked into the hall leading to the master suite. Her eyes were heavy and her body felt fatigued more than usual. Although she had been battling insomnia for the past several months along with an unsettling and invisible presence that continued to taunt her, today’s vibration seemed to unnerve her with a mighty angst.
As she entered the master suite, her weakened stride resembled that of a decrepit woman. She paused with each step across the plush carpet floor. Finally she neared the king-sized bed and leaned forward allowing her body to fall against it. A thick, fluffy pillow enveloped her head as she landed. She slid her feet underneath the sheets and pulled the covers across her body. Within seconds, Beth Chapman was transported across a sequential path to a place she had almost forgotten. A place that had led her right where she was.