The Spirit Catches You And You Fall Down Audiobook Novels & Stories

Diego followed the purple mist which led her to a room with no door, the singing had now grown stronger. When Diego walked in the room, the lights that lit the passageway had completely died out. The room was dark except for the purple mist that poured out from the Black Spirit. “Why have you come?” the Spirit demanded in a mocking tone. Diego replied calmly “Your singing…is distracting me from thinking.” The Spirit chuckled, “Thinking?” Diego took a few more steps. She found the Black Spirit on the wet floor sitting with its head facing down. Diego couldn’t see her clearly because of the darkness, but she knew who that was...

Tara persisted. “Again”, Maggie sighed as if getting bored with the conversation, “‘Tis because some of these spirits are bad and they fool the people into believing that the only way they’ll get what they’re wanting is to do it that way. Remember, there’s good and bad, greedy and generous on the spirit side too.” “This is all so fascinating!” Tara cried as she wiggled with excitement. Ignoring Maggie’s obvious desire to move on she continued, “So the words in the book you gave me? The spirits respond to them?”

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.”

“Should we have left you with that creep? It’s only right that you show appreciation.” “I swear I don’t have any money on me,” I say, biting down on my lips to stop myself from screaming out of pain. My scalp is barely hanging in there. “Wrong answer.” That’s all I hear before something hard hits my temple and I black out.

“Yes. Sorry. I’m coming.” The rumbling of motorcycles started up again as I turned my back. And for some reason, the rattling of my ribcage knocked me off balance. I felt my knees weaken as I reached for the inside of the door, trying to catch myself. As the sound grew, my legs turned to jello and I fell to my ass on the pavement of the parking lot. Above the roaring of the bikes’ engines came a sound more intimidating. More infuriating. More embarrassing than ever.

His wolf claws reach out for me and Colby was quick to push me away from his reach. I stagger back and fall back to the shattered window and like those slow motions acts, I watch things escalate. As I fall I see Shawn and Colby killing Ambrose's men in their wolf forms viciously. I avert my gaze to the beautiful sky above and wonder when will I be in peace. As I am falling I call out to God. 'I am falling' 'your humble servant needs you' 'Please save me 'Save me from this world' 'take me ' 'I am falling'

Annabelle’s POV I fell to the floor as my jelly-like quivering knees failed to hold me up, the tears which I had tried so hard to suppress, finally started to flow and this time I did not try to stop them. I let them drop naturally without thinking about how puffy my eyes would be or the impending headache that was going to come right after. Deeper than I could have ever dreamed, the pain was unbearable. Adrien’s terrible words kept playing in my head like a nasty reminder of how little I mattered to him.

His voice, a soothing balm, tried to pull me back from the darkness that threatened to consume me. I fought against the encroaching sleep, the pull of oblivion. But my eyelids, heavy with fatigue and pain, fluttered shut. The sounds around me, the voices, the footsteps, faded into a distant hum. The world, once vibrant and alive, dissolved into a silent, shadowy void.

Linda found a vacant chair near the lanky young man and sat down, keeping her face blank and her ears sharp. The meeting began with a series of bizarre rituals that would make a Freemason blush. The old man—apparently the “Honorable Chairman”—muttered about the tragic demise of their “dear valued member,” who had died in pursuit of some divine object. The attendees murmured solemnly, their expressions ranging from pious sorrow to outright boredom. Linda stifled a yawn and bit into the chunk of bread they passed around. It was surprisingly good—fresh, chewy, with a hint of salt. She finished the whole piece without realizing it, then turned her attention to the meeting.

The silence mocked me, heavy and absolute. I lifted my chin toward the unseen Spirit. “I’ve come too far to stop here.” My voice cracked, but I forced the words out. “If I must fall, then I’ll fall. But I won’t turn back.” Jasmine gave a sharp bark as if agreeing. With one trembling breath, I took a step forward. My foot left solid ground and my body pitched forward into nothingness. For a heartbeat, my heart forgot how to beat. Air rushed around me, and I braced for the endless fall, for the crushing nothingness.