#novelpsychothriller

the fact that because he was on prescription, most of what he was saying remained barely audible. Returning to room I picked up the phone and dialed Sharon and found that only her voice recorder was on.

sensation down over my being. Rotating my body slowly, my mind, for a brief time remained free from being retained within the all-seeing eyes. But the fun stopped and all was suddenly dark again. And with

did my best to assure them I was fine. Within a short time, Tom and I sat and finished filing a report of what had just transpired. I related everything in detail, but could not verbally express something

Jolting upright, I was still gripped within the lucid dreamscape imagery of a moment ago. Dashing to the bathroom, my body began to ungulate and vomit out, as if trying to rid itself of the

Peter Olmstead always wanted to know who his biological parents were. After 20 years of declining an invitation from Grace - the one person who held all the answers he has always been looking for - he