Beckoning Spirit (A Romantic Paranormal Short Story) - Plot & Excerpts
Then consciousness stirred. Pale light seeped through the thin curtains. Through the open window she heard the sound of tourists on the street below. Although it was June, her duvet cover was tucked up under her chin. She shivered and lay there for a moment with the back of her clammy hand pressed to her damp forehead. She’d had another dream about the woman in white. Each time she experienced one of the dreams, she woke with a slight headache and her body covered in chill bumps.Her eyes remained closed. The dreams had been coming for several weeks now, in flashes and bits, like the pieces of a puzzle. The woman’s face was always shrouded in a gray mist, but Devin sensed familiarity—a kinship with her.The meaning of the dreams remained a mystery, but a strange feeling niggled beneath Devin’s skin. She believed the visions were leading up to some significant event—one in which she, her grandmother, and the island played major roles. The phantom in white called to her, tugging at her like a magnet to return to Monhegan.As her eyes opened, she splayed her fingers across her chest and felt her heart beat an agonizing staccato.
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