Encounter

by Cherime MacFarlane, The Graphics Shed

Genres: Short Stories; Paranormal Romance

Synopsis

The man who stumbles up to her door is in trouble. Something about him lifts the hair on her neck.
A paranormal tale of joined souls. She never picks berries in the patch behind the cabin. That place makes her skin crawl. The old cabin has been in her family for generations. There is a mystery the elders never discussed. She thinks a young couple living here vanished without a trace a century ago.
He's not sure what he's hunting. After waking next to the totaled all-terrain vehicle, he doesn't even remember who he is. A stand of trees on a knoll is drawing him in that direction. Can he find shelter there or will he die in the Alaska bush? It's stupid, but he'll make his way to the knoll.
Together, two people who've never met will have an encounter with the past.

Release date: May 29, 2016

Publisher: Paper Gold Publisning

Print pages: 65

Content advisory: clean and wholesome

Sample

 

"Almost home." A small sigh escaped him. How could this be home? Was this where he had been traveling to when the accident happened? It was all a puzzle, one his brain couldn't process.

Not catching sight of the path around the lake at first, he slipped off several hummocks and nearly tumbled into the cold water. With his boots full of water, and his pants legs wet, he pulled himself up onto the trail using several willows. The well-worn track had packed down hard and he found it easy to walk on.

The shaking began just before he started up the broad path from the pier. Halfway up, someone had cut steps into the packed earth and shored them up with boards and metal stakes. Worn spruce poles acted as handrails. He gratefully pulled himself up the stairs with his right hand.

The clearing opened in front of him, and the largest of several cabins wasn't over one hundred yards away. On the porch, he tried to open the door, but it didn't give. Using his right fist, he pounded on the door.

"Min, let me in Min. I'm hurt."

Swinging open, the sight on the other side of the door had him taking a step backward. The woman facing him held a pistol.

"Please, Minnie. I would never hurt you."

The big gun lowered as the woman shook her head slowly. "I'm not Minnie. I don't know you, but you look horrid. Come on in."