A book that will take what you think of the afterlife, and flip it upside down. Spettra is a five star reviewed, psychological thriller that has a deep concept that truly is out of this world. It holds a deep subtext, and you may see some of it for yourself below. An Excerpt from Spettra Chapter 1, Part 1. 1 Dr. Lance Farlington wasn’t a man who scared very easy. He did not believe in the supernatural, and ghosts, ghouls or goblins hadn’t haunted him since he discovered that Santa Clause wasn’t real. He understood about the variety of hazards and dangers of the world he lived in, but swept them off his shoulder with the ease of a freshly fallen snowflake. On a planet where the air you breathe can contribute to cancer and the food you eat can destroy your organs, worrying about what could kill you could be more lethal than all the hazards of the universe combined. Today however, Lance’s hands were trembling on the steering wheel of his old Ford Sedan as he sat in the parking lot of Whitewall Psychiatric Centre. Fear it seemed, was his best friend today. “Oh god… What am I going to do?” He muttered looking down into his lap. Disappointing his wife was one of the only things he was afraid of and tonight that seemed inevitable. Lance had been working as a Psychiatrist at the institute for only two months after leaving his job at the University Hospital for the better paying job at Whitewall treating convicted murderers. It wasn’t a choice he was happy with, but it was a choice that needed to be made for his family. The year before his wife had been in a violent car accident leaving her paralyzed from the waist down. A gravel truck had skid passed a red light and struck the back end of her SUV sending her rolling through a nearby boulevard and into a light pole. The doctor had said it was a miracle she had survived at all, but Lance sometimes wondered if sometimes miracles were just disguises for agents of further pain and suffering. The home care bills were over a thousand bucks a month and the insurance from the accident cut off their payments after eight months, saying that Lance made too much money. It seemed funny to him since he had never felt poorer in his life. Even with the raise he got from being hired at Whitewall, the bills were still hard to manage. Now the extra money in that paycheck was beginning to show it’s true colors. He was asked to work the night-shift for the next month starting with next night. This meant having to get home-care to stay longer so that he could sleep during the day and take care of Tara at night while he was at work. He already estimated this extra care was going cost a few hundred more than usual, but the bill for home-care was not his main concern. What bothered Lance was the promise he had made to his wife earlier that week. Each year, Tara drove down to her hometown of Gorete to visit her father’s grave. He died of a heart attack when she was a young child and it had been a tradition ever since to visit it at least once a year. It was now Friday, and Sunday was the anniversary of her father’s death. If his wife couldn’t be there it was going to crush her spirits more than the truck had crushed her Ford Escape a year before. “And I’m on Salary!” he exclaimed to himself inside the car, “Not even making an extra penny for it. I’ll even be losing money with the homecare. Man, this is ridiculous!” Try as he might, he failed to see a silver lining. The whole situation just plain stunk. He sighed, and decided that it was time to stop dwelling on the things that were making his stomach twist and turn with the rotten sensation of guilt and anger. In the end, it was, what it was, and there wasn’t anything he could do about it. They would just have to visit her father’s grave next month when Lance was back on regular hours. That was all there was to it. He put the keys in the ignition and started the old Ford sedan. The engine purred roughly as he waited for it to warm up. It was November and temperatures were already dropping below zero meaning he would be doing this more often in the next month as winter grasped its icy claws on the country. His eyes glanced toward the fourth floor window of Whitewall. That was his new wing that came with the night shift, where the craziest of the crazies were held. Most of the patients on that floor had very limited freedoms and spent most of their days in the cells. The employees mostly referred to them as the “Perms” or “Lifers” both inside and outside of the institute. It was the nice way of saying that these people were the ones that society had given up on. As he put the car into reverse to pull out of the lot, he thought he saw a face in one of the small windows of the floor. When he backed out of his stall and looked back, there was nothing there. The sound of a soft whisper began to ring in his head so quietly he couldn’t make out the words only its raspy beginning. “Heeeeeeeeee-” Something about it seemed quite familiar, but he couldn’t place where he had heard the voice before. That was locked somewhere deep in the crevasses of Lance’s mind, in a place that even he didn’t even have access to. A sharp chill tingled up his spine and for a moment he thought he saw two shimmering blue eyes appear in the window like two floating stars. Then there was nothing again, but the feeling it gave him made his hands grip the steering wheel tighter and his knuckles began to turn white. Relax Lance. It’s just a nurse or something. You’re just a little uptight so relax man, just take a chill pill. He thought looking at the paper blank exterior of the building. You’re just seeing shit. Lance drove out of the large parking lot and drove into the thin sliver of sunlight toward Spruce Drive and the house he and his wife shared. He had brushed off whatever it was he saw in the window far from his mind and he was again thinking about how badly he was about to disappoint the woman he loved. It’ll be alright, just another speed-bump that’s all. It will all be all right. He kept his thoughts positive as the car rolled down the pavement. Just a speed bump, just a spee- BLAM! The car slammed into a large pothole that caused him to bounce up and hit his head on the roof. “OW!” He cried as he rubbed his head and took his foot off the gas. “Damn pot-holes.” He gained his focus again and continued to drive, eyes peeled for more craters in the road. He saw none and smiled not yet aware that soon he was going to land in the largest hole he had ever seen. The kind you could not swerve around or a road crew cannot patch, and a man can be swallowed whole without a trace left to be found. ~~~~~~ If you enjoyed this, you will love the book! Only $2.99 on #Kindle! Please, like, share, and subscribe to Author Adam Gainers Facebook page for more updates! Have a great day everyone! amazon/dp/B00L77MN14
Posted on: Thu, 11 Sep 2014 08:19:43 +0000
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