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Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 59) Everyone

The blog is lighting up with comments and questions as Viktor tries to keep up with everyone. As expected from this group of interesting individuals, he is getting advice on what each specific detail might mean. Some even speculate there are hidden messages in all of the events he passed through. Although he does take his dreams seriously for the most part, he also knows when to deduce an event as stress related or some other emotional aspect of his personality. Most of the replies are way off target and he cannot help but laugh at the explosion of the groups somewhat helpful suggestions.

Two hours have passed and with the blog slowing down in interest, Viktor is about to sign out when he notices a familiar blogger has just joined the message run.

“Hi VikT1000, I just signed in and caught the last part of this blog run. Sounds like you were busy last night.” Nadja comments and adds a happy face to the end of her note.

After she read through a couple of her aunts journals, Nadja began to feel hungry which placed her back in the kitchen and near her phone. When she looked down at the screen, Aaron tried to call one more time before giving up for the night. To take her mind off the issue, she signed into the dream site and noticed Viktor’s run of messages and comments.

“Well SoapSuds1920s, I didn’t expect to see you chime in.” Viktor types and then follows with, “I kind of got the impression you didn’t want to talk much.”

Nadja reads this quick reply from Viktor and then she pauses for a minute, wondering to herself, was she really so obvious the last time they spoke? Starting at the beginning, she reads his post hoping to come across what it is everyone seems to be so excited about. It would be nice to assist him in deciphering his nighttime wanderings. After all, he helped her tremendously with just one little statement about her spider issue. What could it hurt to add a few lines to this blog run? As she is reading, another minute passes and she notices that Viktor has now signed off.

“Well, I guess he thought I was not going to answer him back again.” Nadja mumbles a bit disappointed. “Oh, what does it matter anyhow, I really do not need to be chatting with anyone at this stage in my life. What do I expect to gain with an online friendship anyhow? It’s not like that will ever go anyplace, not when you usually end up being half the world away, and especially not while Aaron is in the picture. Plus, it’s not like this blogger and I have anything special in common anyhow, everyone dreams at night.”

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August 16, 2016 | Categories: .Doors To Mirrors 40-59, BOOK: DOORS TO MIRRORS | Tags: Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense | Leave a comment

Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 58) Continuum

“The world is a vast place and it should never grow old,” Viktor writes to his followers, “and you should always keep opening new doors.”

This was the sentence he memorized yesterday from the dream interpretation site he spent most of his workday exploring. After typing the phrase, he gives credit to the site in case anyone else is interested in learning meanings behind their experiences.

“That is awesome, I’ve never had anything like that happen to me in a dream, hope I’m next!” One of his female followers writes.

“It was the dream continuum I had last night that is most interesting though.” Viktor states quickly so he can continue his story without a rush of comments slowing the conversation. “I found my way back to the new door and when I opened it, I discovered a long steep staircase leading down into the darkest depths. About halfway down, I slipped and was free-falling in this dark abyss.”

“Geez man, that sounds bad!” One of his male friends chimes in.

“I hit the ground hard, knocked the wind out of me, my chest and back hurt so bad.” Viktor types as he tries to remember all the details.

“And you didn’t die?” One of his regular online friends quickly states. “You must be super human! LOL!”

He laughs to himself but continues to explain his experience in a very descriptive manner, right down to the dust on his pant legs, the cabin in the woods and the second door that appeared to him. He spends most of his time describing the events that took place while looking through the backside of the mirror.

For Viktor, this was the segment of the dream that intrigued him the most. At this point of his explanation though, he is holding back the part about seeing a young woman on the other side of the glass. He is not sure why but this somehow makes him feel as if he would be violating her privacy, if she were real that is. Nonetheless, he does not feel this part of the story is necessary, at least not at the moment.

August 15, 2016 | Categories: .Doors To Mirrors 40-59, BOOK: DOORS TO MIRRORS | Tags: Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense | Leave a comment

Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 57) Commute

Just as Viktor thought, trying to leave work a few minutes early today was only a fantasy. He has been exhausted from the moment he stirred from his dream early in the morning. Despite the tired feeling, he completed his tasks at work in record time and skipped lunch just so he could leave a bit early. Now he finds himself in thick traffic and with no apparent reason for such a bottleneck.

“All I want to do is get home so I can share my experience with the bloggers and do more research on the weird shift my dream has taken, but, no! We need to sit in the car, stuck in traffic with a bunch of idiots!” He grumbles as he searches for a song to listen to. “I don’t know if I can handle anymore of this, I need my vacation to start now, geez!” He says as he looks in his mirror at the driver behind him who appears to be just as perturbed with this situation. “Guess I’m not the only one, huh?”

Finally, after wasting nearly an hour on his commute home, Viktor opens the door to his apartment and lets out a sigh of relief. He had already loosened his tie in the car so he slips it off immediately and tosses it onto one of the bar stools in his kitchen just in time to catch his door before it swings shut. After locking the door, hanging his jacket up, and changing into comfortable lounging clothes, Viktor takes a beer from the refrigerator and settles down in front of his laptop.

“Wow, I don’t even know where to begin with this crazy dream.” He says as he signs into the dream blog site.

He starts with a quick hello to the thirty-seven individuals currently on the site with him. After a few quick exchanges back and forth of how their day went, he then begins to explain the dream he has been having for the past few months. He writes about the stone road and the tall buildings he explored numerous times over several months, but then explains that two nights ago when he opened one of the doors, it caused a new one to form behind it. He rattles on about how disappointed he was in being pulled from this new part of the dream by his alarm clock and how he researched what it might possibly mean. Five more people jump into this conversation as he explains.

August 14, 2016 | Categories: .Doors To Mirrors 40-59, BOOK: DOORS TO MIRRORS | Tags: Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense | Leave a comment

Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 56) Forget

Shaking with nervousness, Nadja begins to tear up as she walks back to the kitchen and once again looks outside. It is always like this, the disagreement, the apologies, the week of good behavior, the kindness in his words and voice. Once that span of time is up, the fear, disappointment and mental abuse starts all over again, and she knows she cannot continue like this.

“No Aaron, I cannot talk right now.” She mutters as she sets her phone back down on the small table in the kitchen.

Walking to her aunt’s bedroom, Nadja picks up the last four journals her aunt used, including the one she added entries to the night she died. Wiping the tears from her eyes that seem to flow too easily when thinking of Aaron, Nadja sits on her aunt’s bed and looks down at the muted colors of the four books in her hands.

“I know something in here will help me, Auntie.” Nadja whispers as another stray tear begins to roll down her cheek. “I know your dreams guided you and many times you helped me, I doubt this time will be any different.”

She glances up at the bedroom window that looks out at the front path to the cottage. Through the pale lace curtains, she focuses on the little picket fence that creates a small garden area, but even beyond the open gate, the beauty of nature and freedom is all around. Just being here makes Nadja feel liberated, to some extent. Instead of feeling lost and alone, even when surrounded by people, this place helps her feel stronger.

Thinking about the call and message from Aaron, she knows at any other time she would have answered on the first ring. There would have been desperation within her to hear his voice and then she would go running straight into his arms. Yet, this was not the case today, not here in the place where she can be who she is without judgment or demands from others, especially from a dominant selfish man full of hate.

Opening the oldest journal of the four, she leans her back against the headboard of her aunt’s bed and begins to read the entries. Most are funny due to her aunt’s way of seeing the world and with such a jovial disposition, it was hard for her not to imagine every glass half full if not flowing over. Nadja does not realize how many times she smiles and even laughs aloud as she follows along with her beloved aunt’s writings. She does know one thing, it is definitely a great way to take her mind off Aaron and forget about her troubles for a while.

August 13, 2016 | Categories: .Doors To Mirrors 40-59, BOOK: DOORS TO MIRRORS | Tags: Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense | 1 Comment

Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 55) Talk

A chill comes over Nadja just as the words leave her lips and she suddenly feels vulnerable, almost fearful, as if someone is watching her. Glancing around at the dense forest growth, she wonders if someone is out there hiding and observing her every move. Immediately, Aaron’s face enters into her mind. She slowly backs away from the edge of the deck and slips into the kitchen, closing and locking the door behind her. Just as she turns away from the door her phone rings, Aaron’s name is showing on the display.

“No, that is too coincidental.” Nadja says as she glances out the window to view the back part of the property. “I’m not going to answer it.” She mumbles as she sets her phone on the kitchen table and backs away from it. “Is he here watching me?”

The ringing of the phone stops but shortly after, a voicemail alert sounds and Nadja can feel her heart rate rising. It is an anxious feeling for she knows his message will be full of hate and nasty comments. He was so angry with her when she left yet surprisingly calm too, which is almost worse. Her mind begins to think of all the ways he may attempt to get back at her as she slowly walks over to where her phone sits on the table. The screen is no longer showing the alert, and just as she reaches down to pick up her phone to activate her messages, it begins ringing again. Dropping it on the table, she takes two steps back. Aaron’s photo and name appear once again but this time, after she does not answer, he does not leave a message.

The room is quiet and Nadja runs to the window that sits above the kitchen sink. She looks out, scanning the line of trees waiting to see Aaron step into the sunlight but there is no movement, nothing but the wind and birds as they flutter about. Taking her phone into her hand, she walks to the front of the cottage and peers through the lace curtains to see if anything is amiss out in the front garden. Her heart is pounding loudly now as she tries to keep calm. Looking at the phone in her hand, she presses the button to activate it and taps the screen to hear voice messages.

“Hi sweetie, it’s me, Aaron.” There is a slight pause. “I miss you baby, wish you were with me. Today I am in Barcelona, my favorite city in the world as you well know.” Again, there is a pause. “Call me back, we need to talk.”

August 12, 2016 | Categories: .Doors To Mirrors 40-59, BOOK: DOORS TO MIRRORS | Tags: Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense | Leave a comment

Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 54) Feelings

The woman does not respond to Viktor’s questions and just as he is about to toss another pebble at the mirror, loud pounding music echoes from his right and the darkness turns into a dim yellow light as the glow from the streetlights streak in through the curtains of his bedroom. He left them open by accident because he went to bed so early the night before. Blinking his eyes open, he finds himself in his apartment, in bed, and his alarm sounding loudly alerting him it is time to get ready for work.

Small songbirds are singing from the trees as Nadja walks out the backdoor of the cottage and takes in a deep breath. The misty world that greeted her earlier in the day has transformed into a beautiful landscape of early fall foliage, gentle breezes, and the bluest sky she has ever seen. It is as if the world around her cleansed itself in crystal-clear water over night. She herself feels as refreshed and renewed as this magical place appears and a broad smile fills her face in a rosy glow.

“Oh it is so beautiful here.” She says as she steps out onto the small wooden deck.

She thinks of Carl’s thoughtfulness in bringing her the cinnamon roll for breakfast and wonders if he misses spending time here. His cabin is not quite as big as this cottage, nor does his land carry the views and abundance of nature like Aunt Josephine’s. However, it is a cabin nestled in the mountains and that is about as good as it gets. Nadja cannot imagine a more peaceful existence than living out her days here on the ridge.

“I know Aaron will never have the respect or feelings for me, like Carl has for you dearest Auntie.” Nadja says as she leans on the wooden railing. “He never thinks of others like that.”

August 11, 2016 | Categories: .Doors To Mirrors 40-59, BOOK: DOORS TO MIRRORS | Tags: Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense | Leave a comment

Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 53) The Girl

As Viktor steps closer, he realizes he is looking into a bedroom. The room is little and well-kept with a small bed and shelves full of books. Various jars with water and flowers in them line the window on the other side of the room and this is when Viktor realizes, this is not a window at all.

“I’m on the backside of a mirror?” He questions of himself.

With the shovel he attempts to tap at the oblong mirror to make sure it is truly there but he realizes the shovel is no longer in his hand. With this change he tries to step even closer he get a better view of the room and this time, he tries to knock on the glass with the knuckles of his hand, but he cannot touch it. There is now gravel under his feet, which is not helpful in keeping his footing solid, plus he is making a lot of noise in his effort. It is as if some hidden force is blocking his way, forcing him to stay at a distance.

It is now that he notices a young woman rushing into the room with a startled expression on her face and he pulls his hand back from the glass as if a wasp stung him. Her thick dark hair falls to one side as she runs to the window on the other side of the room. Slowly she peeks outside, much like a person would if they wish to not be seen.

“I think that is the girl I have been following, she must have heard me staggering on this loose gravel.” Viktor says as he steps up again to be closer to the mirror making even more commotion than before. “I’ll wave at her, maybe she can see me.” He murmurs as he stands directly in the middle of the frame. “Hello.” He says softly but she does not respond.

Instead, she turns around and looks in the direction she came from and then again glances out the window. Her skin is creamy with the slightest blush to her cheeks and he is positive she is the girl he followed down the street. Viktor reaches down and picks up a piece of the gravel that has taken the place of the hard floor. With all his might, he throws it at the mirror and the young woman instantly turns, but instead of looking at him, she stares toward the entrance of the room she came from.

“Well she heard that.” Viktor says to himself. “Can you hear me?” He states in a firm tone.

August 10, 2016 | Categories: .Doors To Mirrors 40-59, BOOK: DOORS TO MIRRORS | Tags: Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense | 2 Comments

Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 52) Window

Pulling back on the door with the slightest of ease, Viktor tips his head to the side to peek around for a quick look. What he finds is a room, pitch black but in the center is a large window or mirror, yet he cannot quite tell which it is. Nervously, Viktor looks back at the kitchen and closes the exterior door that leads outside and then steps inside the new doorway. Hoping his eyes will adjust; he stands still and is actually afraid to move for fear of falling, much as he did when he stepped through the last door that appeared on the wall. He thought he was on steps, but they soon gave way and he plummeted to this place of mystery. With this room being so dark, he cannot tell if it truly has a floor to it or not.

“I need a stick, or a broom, something I can tap the floor with.” He says as he turns back to the kitchen.

Luckily, very close by is a snow shovel leaning against the wall next to him. Afraid to let go of the door, fearing that if it closes it will disappear, he stretches to his left and grabs hold of the handle of the blue shovel.

“Ha ha!” He says in victory. “Now I won’t feel so unstable in this dark void.”

Holding the handle of the shovel, he taps it on the floor in front of him as he takes a step forward. His focus is on this glowing freestanding oblong in the center of the darkness. With a bit of hesitation, he takes another step and then turns back to look at the open door. He can still see into the kitchen of the cabin so he feels confident, if needed, that he could run back to the door for safety. Again, focusing on the center of the room, he takes another step and then more, all the while he is tapping the handle of the shovel on the floor to prove it is solid.

“It’s a window.” He whispers.

August 9, 2016 | Categories: .Doors To Mirrors 40-59, BOOK: DOORS TO MIRRORS | Tags: Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense | Leave a comment

Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 51) Eager

Viktor quietly maneuvers through the small kitchen and opens the back door to take a look behind the house. It is much the same as the front, tall thick trees surrounded by low green healthy plantings near the ground and again he can hear the trickling sounds of the brook nearby. As he steps backward, into the kitchen, his foot catches on the door frame causing him to lose his footing and fall against the door. With a loud bang, it hits against the wall and he knows for sure he has caused damage.

“Well that probably left a big hole in the wall.” He says as he gains his footing. Wincing as he pulls the door toward him, he is surprised to see another door. “Wait a minute that was not here a second ago.” He grins. “Okay, this is awesome. Am I going to find doors behind every door I slam into a wall? I haven’t had time to investigate this place yet; do I want to even see what is behind this one?”

As eager as a child on his birthday, he grabs hold of the handle and turns it, popping the door open. With hesitation, he looks around the kitchen, glances back out the door to the rear of the cabin, and then looks once again at the entrance of the new door.

“Okay, I just need to remember how I got here because I need to replay this until I’ve had time to see all there is to see here. But damn, I can’t just walk away from this new door.” Viktor deduces aloud. “I’ll look inside but not enter. Yeah, that’s all I have to do.” He convinces himself.

August 8, 2016 | Categories: .Doors To Mirrors 40-59, BOOK: DOORS TO MIRRORS | Tags: Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense | Leave a comment

Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 50) Jinx

With the tips of his fingers on the wooden door, Viktor slowly nudges it open so he can enter the small house.

“Hello?” He says in a normal tone as to not frighten anyone if there does happen to be someone inside. “I know this is a dream but, I’ve managed to scare dream people before.” He mumbles to himself.

He walks into the main room of this little place and instantly feels relaxed. The fireplace is adorned with photographs and dried flowers that at one time would have been in full bright and brilliant bloom. Even in their dusty delicate state, they seem to add a softness to the area. There are three rooms off this one, and with a quick glance, he believes two are bedrooms and one is a kitchen.

In order to test his theory that a door will appear where he has opened another, he pushes the main door all the way back until it touches the wall. Fearing he will jinx this create-a-door effect, he shuts his eyes as he closes the front door, then slowly turns and looks at the wall.

“Well hell. . . it’s just a wall.” He states in a very disappointed manner. “Hello?” Viktor questions again but not at all expecting a reply. “I just needed to check one last time.” He mumbles as he steps into the kitchen. “Hum, let’s see where the back door leads.”

August 7, 2016 | Categories: .Doors To Mirrors 40-59, BOOK: DOORS TO MIRRORS | Tags: Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense | Leave a comment

Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 49) Doors

This forest appears to be deep and without end so Viktor stands up for a better look. Slowly he begins to turn around to look behind him and to his delight, the dusty barren grounds he was wandering through are nowhere in sight. Instead, a large smooth lake is in its place where just moments ago it was a wasteland. Even though he has never been to such an area, Viktor has the sense that he is high up on a massive mountain range.

“A calm lake in a dream.” He says to himself. “I’ve had to interpret this several times for others.” He grins. “So if I am lucky enough to find a setting like this in real life,” he looks at the small house, “then I will have security and peace of mind. Sweet!”

After spending a few moments in awe at his surroundings, Viktor turns toward the small wood and stone house. He is not sure if it is a cottage or a cabin, but since both are small in structure, it probably does not matter how he refers to it. As he steps closer to the entrance of this little place, he hears the sound of gurgling water and realizes there is a small brook running alongside the yard.

“Nice little additional touch to have for this cozy place.” He says as he holds his hand up, prepared to knock on the door.

Surprisingly, the latch clicks all by itself and the door slowly creeks open about the width of Viktor’s shoe. He stands extremely still, he even keeps his hand up in the knocking position, but nothing happens. He leans in closer to the opening to see if he can hear any movement inside but again, all is quiet.

“Well this should cause me to run like hell, but now I’m really intrigued.” He says in a whisper to himself as he laughs. “Hello?” He questions trying to sound serious. “What is my new motto?” He pauses for a second to think. “Oh yeah, you should always keep opening new doors.”

August 6, 2016 | Categories: .Doors To Mirrors 40-59, BOOK: DOORS TO MIRRORS | Tags: Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense | Leave a comment

Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 48) Dust

Viktor has a way of talking his way through life if no one is there to converse with, and he does quite well with his own narration. His active mind is ever thinking, which to most would be a bothersome problem, but to Viktor it is all he knows. With such a keen memory, he can quickly overcome most obstacles and deduce problems rapidly for an insanely fast resolve. One of the quickest ways for him to decipher a situation is to talk his way through the various aspects at play. In fact, this is what he is doing as he moves closer to the mysterious house.

“So everything is dead as far as the eye can see, just like my life,” he mumbles as he grins, “except for this strange oasis in the middle of it all.” He squints from the brightness of the sun as he continues to focus on the rooftop. “I’m so glad I got past the odd door in the rain, but I have to admit, I’m not sure that I’m going to like the direction this is going.” He states a bit worried. “Oh yeah, you just had to push the issue. I want to see what’s behind the door.” He mimics himself as saying. “And now you’re stuck in the desert like an idiot. Good job there Vik!” He says in a likeness of his supervisor at work. “And when the hell did I give him approval to call me Vik?” He grins out of sarcasm, shaking his head back and forth as he looks down at his dusty pant legs.

A puff of dust swirls up into Viktor’s face causing him to stagger as he tries to keep the granules out of his eyes. The grit stings so he blinks quickly and in doing so, stumbles and falls onto a plot of thick green grass.

“What?” He questions as he looks up.

To his amazement, he is in a lush shaded garden of pink, white, yellow and purple flowers. Before him is the house he was working so hard to travel to. However, it appears much smaller than what his eyes witnessed at a distance. All around him is moist rich soil and thick healthy plants as well as tall broad branched trees clustered with shiny green leaves.

August 5, 2016 | Categories: .Doors To Mirrors 40-59, BOOK: DOORS TO MIRRORS | Tags: Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense | Leave a comment

Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 47) Dry

Viktor feels as if the wind has been knocked out of him, for his lungs and chest hurt with every breath he gasps. Slowly he opens his eyes and finds himself standing in the middle of a dirt road. The sun is bright, possibly mid-afternoon and the rolling hills around him look dry and thirsty. Turning in all directions, he realizes he is in a very isolated area with only a few trees placed here and there, but they do not seem to offer any shade.

No longer is he surrounded by buildings nor is he cold and wet. Quite to the contrary, he feels hot and parched as he starts walking in the direction he believes to be north. Dust from the road clouds around each step he takes and is slowly coating his shoes. His pants are covered from the knees down in a light brown powder. There are no birds or insects, nothing appears to be living except for the sparsely placed clumps of old trees filled with limp leaves. As he tops a gentle hill and looks far up ahead, the rooftop of a house comes into view. Trees and underbrush appear to surround it for he cannot actually see a structure. Much to his delight in viewing this interesting find, his energy level gains a boost and his pace quickens.

“I’m really going to be ticked off if this ends up being a mirage.” Viktor says in a mumble.

He tries to stay focused on the house and not the dry cracked feeling of his lips. He knows licking them will only make the condition worse, but he cannot help it. To him they feel like dry crackers and he has no saliva left to try to soothe their brittleness.

“Guess I should have filled one of my shoes with rainwater.” He laughs. “But who knew?”

August 4, 2016 | Categories: .Doors To Mirrors 40-59, BOOK: DOORS TO MIRRORS | Tags: Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense | Leave a comment

Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 46) Fall

Stepping back and being very careful not to end up back out in the rainstorm, Viktor mimics his entrance to the building. Pushing the main door open, he makes sure it swings all the way until it hits the interior wall. Holding it there for several seconds, he then turns and shuts the main door completely. It is very dark in the room except for the occasional flicker of lightning and a soft glow from somewhere unknown. After all, this is a dream where not everything is revealed as precise as in real life.

Squinting his eyes, partly because of the darkness and partly because he is afraid to look at the wall fearing it will be just that, an empty wall, he turns. There it is; the new door, the mysterious next step to take his dreams deeper into this magical mystical world of the subconscious. A wide smile beams from his face as he slowly reaches for the handle. He is impressed with how easily it turns but once open, his smile fades slightly as he looks at the old wooden steps covered in what must be years of dust. Looking down as they descend, there does not appear to be an end, only darkness and depth.

Viktor presses his foot down on the first step to test their sturdiness and surprisingly they are very solid. Moving downward, he takes his time and tries to see where this staircase will end but so far, it seems to continue into a deeper realm. Suddenly, his foot slips on the dust and he begins to fall. Desperately he grabs hold of the rail but it breaks causing him to spiral down now free-falling into this deep well of empty space. He is thinking to himself, “If you fall in a dream and land, you die,” and then he is hit with the impact and pain from his fall as he closes his eyes tightly.

July 31, 2016 | Categories: .Doors To Mirrors 40-59, BOOK: DOORS TO MIRRORS | Tags: Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense | Leave a comment

Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 45) Wall

After knocking a few times on the door that the woman entered into, there is still no answer. For some reason, this makes Viktor feel very sad, as if the love of his life is leaving him. Standing there, soaked with rainwater and extremely cold, he looks left and then right thinking he may possibly be at the wrong door. The storm is raging now and he knows he must take cover in order to protect himself from the elements. He also wants to make sure nothing drastic happens so he will continue dreaming. He does not want to wake up until he finds the mystifying girl who suddenly disappeared.

Shutting his eyes, he leans back from the door slightly as he uses his hand to wipe the rain from his face. When he looks up, the door is standing wide open exposing a dark entry hall immediately accessible to a staircase leading to upper floors. Stepping inside, all goes silent. Looking back at the street, the rain is pouring down with lightning flashing wildly, but absolutely no sound is coming from it. Viktor looks at the darkness at the top of the stairs.

“Hello?” He questions in a soft tone.

When he turns to close the main door behind him, he realizes he is in the exact room of his last dream. The one his alarm so rudely pulled him out of in the early morning hours. This is right where the strange new door appeared on the wall, but then just as he reached and grabbed hold of the knob, he was shocked into the waking world of morning routines and work. Here he is again, in this same spot as he moves the main door slightly and looks behind it hoping the new door is still there. Disappointed, the only thing exposed is a plain ordinary wall.

“How did I make that other door form? I just remember opening the regular door, and when I closed it, a new door had appeared on the wall.” He thinks to himself now more interested in this recurrence than finding the young woman who intrigues him so much. With the main door open, he pauses and tries to recall exactly what he did before.

July 30, 2016 | Categories: .Doors To Mirrors 40-59, BOOK: DOORS TO MIRRORS | Tags: Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense | 4 Comments

Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 44) Defeated

Lightning bolts its way to the ground between Viktor and this mysterious young woman, causing him to nearly fall to his knees from the jolt. The earth is shaking under his feet as he tries to stand and the pounding rumble of thunder picks up in intensity. Holding his hands out to his sides, he steadies himself as he tries to catch a glimpse of the girl he wishes to communicate with.

There is something about her, something familiar but he does not remember working with her or meeting her before. He wonders if she reminds him of someone he met as a child, possibly in school but nothing clicks. Something is drawing him in her direction though and he knows he must find a way to speak with her. Perhaps she is a dream guide of sorts, or simply another dreaming traveler here in this world of mystery, yet there is a connection between them, he just knows it.

“Hey you!” He yells again as he begins walking forward. “Please stop!”

This time the young woman turns quickly to give him a glance, but then steps into one of the buildings just as rain begins to batter the ground. Viktor watches as the large drops move toward him and he raises the hood of his jacket to protect himself. Once at the door he believes she entered in to, he places his hand on the knob but it will not turn. He begins knocking at the door, softly at first but after no response, he pounds on it a little harder with his fist.

“Hello in there, will you please let me in?” He says in a calm voice but loud enough to be heard above the pelting rain. “I just want to talk to you, please.” He states with earnest as he leans his forehead on the pale lavender door as if defeated.

July 29, 2016 | Categories: .Doors To Mirrors 40-59, BOOK: DOORS TO MIRRORS | Tags: Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense | Leave a comment

Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 43) Sprint

For Viktor, the recurring sequence of being in this village has never played out like this before. In the past, it is night, but a moonless one at best and with no clouds or storms in sight. This change in dynamics entices him and a feeling of excitement floods in for he knows tonight will be very different. Tonight he may finally move forward and begin a segment of new discoveries.

Slowly, Viktor begins walking down the road, the same road he has traveled many times. He has ventured into the various buildings in his prior dreams; in fact, it was one of the buildings, just the other night, that he discovered the new door. It was so strange, just appearing there on the wall that the other door had barely touched when opened all the way. The growling storm rumbles overhead pulling him back to his current state and just as he is about to duck into a business for safety, he sees her. Up ahead, several buildings in front of him is a girl he has caught only a glimpse of once or twice before. This time she is closer in distance and he begins to run to catch up.

“Hey!” He yells as he jogs after her.

She does not turn or act as if she hears him and she continues on her way, not increasing her steps but staying the same distance ahead of him.

“Ah I hate this!” Viktor says under his breath as he starts to sprint. “I’m running as fast as I can but making no headway at all. Hey! Please stop!” He yells at the young woman but again, he receives no response and no actions from her indicating she hears him.

July 28, 2016 | Categories: .Doors To Mirrors 40-59, BOOK: DOORS TO MIRRORS | Tags: Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense | 1 Comment

Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 42) Conceal

Viktor finds himself in a very familiar place as lightning flickers off in the distance to his right and he steps down from the curb onto the cobblestone road. The tall buildings that skirt the edge of the street vary from gold toned brick and stucco to deep burgundy and chocolate-brown. Dim lanterns above the entrances to the dwellings swing slightly from the breeze flowing up the hill through the village. Their amber glow glides back and forth in varied patterns and timing.

From where he is at this moment, at the top of a gentle sloping hill, he can see the many passageways that twist and turn between the structures. This portion of the village is further down the street and it reminds him of a maze, which leads him to wonder if he is the rat.

“Ha ha, yes. . . that would be my luck.” He says to his dream-self.

This is the first time, even though he finds himself in this place nearly every night, Viktor is able to see this overview of the area. It is actually quite beautiful and he looks around somewhat amazed. Off to his left, rising up from behind a distant mountain range, is the largest full moon he has ever witnessed. Beneath nature’s light, he sees green rolling hills divided only by a few white gravel roads, which in the light of the moon, appear to glow as if lit from underneath. The buildings of the village are now soaked in their own rich tones as this light brightens them with depth and mystery.

To Viktor’s right, the lightning storm approaches with glowing clouds and gusts of wind, as if frantically traveling to snuff out the moons brightness. Rolling and rumbling, the squall seems to charge at him angry and determined, snapping a cold blast of mist-filled wind across his face. He cannot help but assume this to be a forerunner of what is to come, either here in his dream or possibly in his waking life.

“What are you trying to conceal?” Viktor mumbles in his dream as he watches the clouds overtake the radiance of the moon.

July 27, 2016 | Categories: .Doors To Mirrors 40-59, BOOK: DOORS TO MIRRORS | Tags: Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense | Leave a comment

Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 41) Opening

“Doors in dreams represent the manifestation of dreams and places allowing the constant opening of new doors in real life if you choose to use them.” He reads. “The meaning behind this is; the world is a vast place that should never grow old. You should always keep opening new doors.”

“Yeah, number one. . . I have to get out of this miserable, disgusting, and detrimental to my health job.” Viktor looks up.

He is in a room full of little workspaces and in each cubical is a person, just like him, sitting quietly doing their job, talking on the phone with clients, and probably wishing they were anywhere but here. In his mind, the term “there has to be more to life than this,” keeps repeating in a monotone manner.

“The world is a vast place that should never grow old,” he reads again, “and you should always keep opening new doors.”

It did not take long for Viktor to fall asleep on this cool evening. The mental drain of his brainpower at the office had numbed him to the bitter core. Once home, he did not want to think, eat, or do anything that may have activated his thought processes. Grabbing a cold craft beer from his refrigerator, he slowly walked to his living room while sipping from the bottle, and then fell back onto his leather sofa with a heavy thud.

Slouching where he sat down, he kept staring at the blank wall willfully wishing the evening would end so he could go to bed. In fact, the more he thought about it, he just wanted to quickly finish his beer and end this wretched day. He accomplished his goal rather quickly and within minutes of his head hitting the pillow, he slipped into a deep state of dreaming.

July 26, 2016 | Categories: .Doors To Mirrors 40-59, BOOK: DOORS TO MIRRORS | Tags: Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense | Leave a comment

Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 40) Trivial

Viktor despises that he has turned into one of those men who sits, trapped at a desk and computer all day, dress shirt buttoned all the way to the neck and with absolutely no physical activity, unless he gets up to go to the bathroom or grab a cup of coffee.

In no way does he find enjoyment in his job. There is absolutely nothing about it that appeals to him and everyday is as boring, dull, and lifeless as the last. He would give anything to be able to walk away and never return. Of course, he has a few choice words he would wish to speak before turning in his name badge and keys, but he knows they will be accurate and flow quite freely from his lips without the need for a rehearsal.

“Well, this is amazing, Vik.” States his manager as he reads over the proposal.

Viktor knows Travis will take full credit for the details he laid out so articulately. It happens time and time again in meetings, during webinars, and phone calls. Comments or suggestions Viktor offers, are quickly stolen by this man, and repeated to others suggesting he is the one who thought of it. This used to really get to Viktor but after a while, he just gave up on trying to make sure others knew the truth. He has given himself the title of ghost. In other words, no one ever seems to hear him, nor does he receive the proper credit for the work he does. The job is a dead-end for him, he hates everything about it and does not put forth the effort he used to. Amazingly though, it never seems to affect his work outcome, which still tends to rank higher than what his peers produce.

“Why aren’t you excited? This is a marvelous piece of work!” Travis says with great excitement as he pats Viktor on the back.

“Probably because when I’m here, I’m dead.” Viktor states as he picks up his phone again completely unenthused by his managers statement.

“Ha ha ha! You are so funny man.” Travis says as he scurries off like a rat to study the proposal so he can present it as his own masterpiece.

“Moron.” Viktor says under his breath as he pulls up the page he was reading before the trivial interruption.

July 25, 2016 | Categories: .Doors To Mirrors 40-59, BOOK: DOORS TO MIRRORS | Tags: Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense | Leave a comment

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