The Spirit Clearing
Genre: Horror/ Ghost
Number of pages: 264
Word Count: 85,713
Cover Artist: shaedstudios.com
After a horrific accident Mike wakes to find himself blind in one eye. He now sees things that others can't and nobody will listen to him.
That is until he meets Jandilyn Hollow. Will she be able to pull him out of the depths of his despair?
Can love transcend even death?
About the Author:
Mark Tufo was born in Boston Massachusetts. He attended UMASS Amherst where he obtained a BA and later joined the US Marine Corp. He was stationed in Parris Island SC, Twenty Nine Palms CA and Kaneohe Bay Hawaii. After his tour he went into the Human Resources field with a worldwide financial institution and has gone back to college at CTU to complete his masters.
He has written the Indian Hill trilogy with the first Indian Hill - Encounters being published for the Amazon Kindle in July 2009. He has since written the Zombie Fallout series and is working on a new zombie book.
He lives in Maine with his wife, three kids and two English bulldogs.
Visit him at www.marktufo.com or http://zombiefallout.blogspot.com/ or http://www.facebook.com/pages/Mark-Tufo/133954330009843 for news on his next two installments of the Indian Hill trilogy and upcoming installments of the Zombie Fallout series.
“Tell her to come in, nobody should be outside in the dark alone. This is a lonely area.”
The words had an instant effect on Mike. A finger of panic poked into his abdomen. “Alright,” he said, standing up abruptly, sending his chair skittering across the orange linoleum flooring.
“We’ve got about an hour of damned paperwork to go through and then you two can go home.”
Mike didn’t hear the last of the sentence as he was already out the break room door. Intense feelings of doom and despair covered him like a heavy wet blanket. Cold sweat began to form in pockets on various parts of his anatomy. His left eye was throbbing, something it did sometimes only when the contact was off. His feet wouldn’t move fast enough. Am I dreaming? he thought more than once as he looked down at his traitorous feet.
He quickly passed by the welcome station and the man he was replacing. Ted Stanton looked better than warmed over death but in degrees only highly specialized equipment would be able to determine.
Ted awoke from his slumber just long enough to wave at a kid passing him by, who for the life of him he couldn’t figure out why he was here. Or who he was for that matter.
Mike was coming up to the two sets of glass doors that led out to a small parking lot. Jandilyn’s car sat by itself. Mike’s heart lurched, It’s already happened. He sagged, not knowing what ‘it’ was just yet and he didn’t know if he had the courage to find out. The front of Jandilyn’s car was facing him, but the interior was too dark to make out anybody inside. Once he pushed through the second set of doors he began to run to the car, his heart hammering in his throat. Something in the front seat leaned forward, the stark white sodium lights in the parking lot caught just enough contour to illuminate a yellowing skull, Mike pulled up short when he saw what was superimposed over Jandilyn’s face like a trick photograph at a carnival and then it was gone.
Jandilyn’s smile vanished from her face faster than a cheetah on the Savannah. “What’s wrong?” she asked, getting out of her car.
“I’m sorry… nothing,” Mike said, visibly shaken. “The light… I don’t know.”
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