Read Online The Weird Travels of Aimee Schmidt: The Curse of the Gifted by J.A. Schreckenbach - Free Book Online
Authors: J.A. Schreckenbach
Tags: paranormal romance
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today was to get on Brandi's hate list. For some reason Aimee felt she had already been on it. No wonder her head was pounding for real. No faking necessary now.
She leaned into the back of the chair resting her head against the wall. With her eyes pinched closed, Aimee rubbed her temples gently with her fingertips. The pounding was more intense, like an ice pick being jabbed into her brain. Her heart fluttered wildly. The room spun slowly, but fortunately she didn’t feel dizzy. Dizzy meant nausea. Aimee didn’t do nausea.
And then it happened with no other warnings!
The room went black - dead black - even though light should have been streaming in from the hallway through the small window above the door. Before she could scream, her body ejected from the chair, the force snapping her and the chair over. In less than a second she was entombed in total, frigid darkness, her body shooting through the sinister tunnel just like the nightmare. She fell through the barrenness too alert to be dreaming. Her nerve endings sizzled, and she knew any moment her body would burst into flames. The pain was unbearable. Aimee prayed for the end. She screamed, “Let me die!” No one granted her request.
One last time Aimee opened her eyes. A white light soared straight at her, moving faster than lightning across a stormy sky. She veered her face to avoid being seared by the heat, but before she could twist away, she hit something hard with such a force every bone in her body should have been mangled.
But she wasn’t dead! She wasn’t even hurt. Too scared to move, Aimee remained on the floor motionless for a few moments, reigning in her panic. Finally, she jumped effortlessly to her feet, but crouched to protect herself from whatever or whoever might be waiting. She pivoted completely around keeping one foot cemented to the gray tiled floor.
She wondered, Where the heck am I? Oddly, this place seemed familiar. Aimee was certain she had been here before now. She heard a couple voices behind her and spun around to locate the source. She immediately scrunched down behind a bookcase to hide. The voices, a male and a female, continued unaware of her presence. Aimee quickly surveyed her surroundings before deciding she needed to sneak closer. She saw a small aisle about three feet wide between the dozen or so racks of books to her left. The walls, the floor, almost every inch of the room had books. It suddenly dawned on her where she was. Displays of paperbacks, textbooks, magazines, and assorted University of the Cascades paraphernalia covered the room.
She had landed in the bookstore just off campus in Eugene!
But why here? Aimee looked back to the end of the room where the voices continued. One now sounded very annoyed. She scanned the room for a path to crawl through undetected. She wasn’t certain if they could hear her or see her, or even sense her presence. This seemed so different from her other travels. She had always landed near the scene, passively witnessing the action, but not part of it. Aimee could see them, and she felt positive they could see her, too. She decided to stay low and get closer so she crawled towards them on all fours.
She was maybe fifteen feet away. No one had spotted her. She remained scrunched down. She glanced up and saw a display of discounted suspense novels concealed her. How fitting, Aimee thought.
The woman’s whimpering snatched her attention. “I’m sorry, sir, I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened to them. I can’t find them.”
The man’s voice got louder. “Hurry up and keep your fuckin' mouth shut.”
Aimee heard the woman rummaging through the counter’s drawers obviously searching for something. She barely tilted forward and peeked around her barricade. The man’s face wasn’t visible. His light brown hair was matted in dreadlocks which hung half way down his back. His body half blocked the woman, but Aimee could see the small gun he was wielding side to side in the
She leaned into the back of the chair resting her head against the wall. With her eyes pinched closed, Aimee rubbed her temples gently with her fingertips. The pounding was more intense, like an ice pick being jabbed into her brain. Her heart fluttered wildly. The room spun slowly, but fortunately she didn’t feel dizzy. Dizzy meant nausea. Aimee didn’t do nausea.
And then it happened with no other warnings!
The room went black - dead black - even though light should have been streaming in from the hallway through the small window above the door. Before she could scream, her body ejected from the chair, the force snapping her and the chair over. In less than a second she was entombed in total, frigid darkness, her body shooting through the sinister tunnel just like the nightmare. She fell through the barrenness too alert to be dreaming. Her nerve endings sizzled, and she knew any moment her body would burst into flames. The pain was unbearable. Aimee prayed for the end. She screamed, “Let me die!” No one granted her request.
One last time Aimee opened her eyes. A white light soared straight at her, moving faster than lightning across a stormy sky. She veered her face to avoid being seared by the heat, but before she could twist away, she hit something hard with such a force every bone in her body should have been mangled.
But she wasn’t dead! She wasn’t even hurt. Too scared to move, Aimee remained on the floor motionless for a few moments, reigning in her panic. Finally, she jumped effortlessly to her feet, but crouched to protect herself from whatever or whoever might be waiting. She pivoted completely around keeping one foot cemented to the gray tiled floor.
She wondered, Where the heck am I? Oddly, this place seemed familiar. Aimee was certain she had been here before now. She heard a couple voices behind her and spun around to locate the source. She immediately scrunched down behind a bookcase to hide. The voices, a male and a female, continued unaware of her presence. Aimee quickly surveyed her surroundings before deciding she needed to sneak closer. She saw a small aisle about three feet wide between the dozen or so racks of books to her left. The walls, the floor, almost every inch of the room had books. It suddenly dawned on her where she was. Displays of paperbacks, textbooks, magazines, and assorted University of the Cascades paraphernalia covered the room.
She had landed in the bookstore just off campus in Eugene!
But why here? Aimee looked back to the end of the room where the voices continued. One now sounded very annoyed. She scanned the room for a path to crawl through undetected. She wasn’t certain if they could hear her or see her, or even sense her presence. This seemed so different from her other travels. She had always landed near the scene, passively witnessing the action, but not part of it. Aimee could see them, and she felt positive they could see her, too. She decided to stay low and get closer so she crawled towards them on all fours.
She was maybe fifteen feet away. No one had spotted her. She remained scrunched down. She glanced up and saw a display of discounted suspense novels concealed her. How fitting, Aimee thought.
The woman’s whimpering snatched her attention. “I’m sorry, sir, I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened to them. I can’t find them.”
The man’s voice got louder. “Hurry up and keep your fuckin' mouth shut.”
Aimee heard the woman rummaging through the counter’s drawers obviously searching for something. She barely tilted forward and peeked around her barricade. The man’s face wasn’t visible. His light brown hair was matted in dreadlocks which hung half way down his back. His body half blocked the woman, but Aimee could see the small gun he was wielding side to side in the
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