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  Whitney Powers Paranormal Adventures Books 1-3

  Jason Rice

  Copyright 2017 by Jason Paul Rice

  All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, without prior permission of the author.

  This is a work of fiction. All names are made up and used fictionally. Any resemblance to real people is completely coincidental. Any resemblance to real events is only part of the author’s imagination.

  Cover Art by Ljilja Romanovic

  Special Thank You: Mom, Nandita, Sarah, Christian, Stephen, and Ljilja

  Contents

  Whispers From Another World

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  From the Author

  Roam Around the Earth

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  From the Author

  Lost in Dreamland

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Preview: of Cosmic Diamonds, Book 4 in the Whitney Powers Paranormal Adventures.

  Whispers From Another World

  Whitney Powers Paranormal Adventures Book 1

  Prologue

  Authors Note: Unattributed/unmarked dialog is always Whitney Powers.

  As Whitney looked at the bookshelf, a glowing blue light magically developed around the entire frame.

  “Get away from those spooky books and go look at the normal ones. The normal books for girls like you are over there,” Whitney’s mother said to her.

  Ursula Powers grabbed the twelve-year-old’s hand and dragged her away from the corner of the Granny Larson Library. Whitney’s mother pulled her to an aisle with books by her favorite author, Agatha Christie. Her father, Robert, walked up and smiled at his daughter.

  Ursula said, “Finally, there you are. Keep an eye on her. I found her over by the supernatural books again. Take her to find books that little girls should be reading, please.”

  Her loving father started to lead his daughter through the endless shelves of books and stopped.

  He looked her in the eyes. “Do you want to go look at the books that you like?”

  Whitney eagerly nodded her head up and down and all it took was for her father to say, “OK.”

  She smiled and darted for the corner that housed the paranormal literature and ghost stories. She stared ahead and tried to pick out a title. Suddenly, the shelf started to shake and several books fell to the floor. She stepped back and the wooden shelf separated from the wall. A forceful flash of light temporarily blinded Whitney.

  She finally regained her vision and noticed the adumbration of a young boy through the crack in the wall. The boy was gesturing with his hand for her to follow him and the inquisitive Whitney walked right into the small opening. She entered a dark, tiny room with what looked like saw dust everywhere and blew some off a table.

  A mesmerizing swirl of gold, silver, ruby and emerald dust danced in the stale air around the excited girl. She followed the ghost-like creature into a tunnel that got darker and hotter as they went farther along.

  She walked up to a strange-looking object unlike any she had ever seen. It looked like an oval of swirling mass comprised of colors, letters and numbers that went in and out of focus and kept changing shades. The boy ghost held his see-through ivory hand out and Whitney placed hers into it.

  To her surprise, he had substance and it felt like a human hand. He floated a few inches above the ground as they moved forward. He looked back with a big smile and pulled her into the vortex. She felt a strange sensation of pressure as she fell into complete darkness.

  She could sense the boy ghost’s body pressing against her right side as they slid down a huge incline. Their speed increased substantially until they were plunged into deep sapphire waters. She swallowed some salty liquid and felt a little hand pulling her to the top. She emerged and gasped for air as she splashed around on top of the calm waters. The dark sky worried her until she noticed her new friend hovering on top of the water a few feet away.

  The boy ghost helped her get over to a boat that appeared to have been crafted from metal and gilded with gold. The ghostly figure looked like a boy wrapped in flowing robes who appeared to be about her age or perhaps a bit younger. His face and body seemed to be composed mostly of flowing shades of gray, black and white.

  However, he had brown hair, bright blue eyes and two red tattoos on the back of each hand in the shape of a seven-pointed-star. When he moved, his skin took on a silver gleam that was a perfect foil to the gold boat. He was unlike any ghost she had ever read about or seen in a movie or TV show.

  He helped her get into the small vessel and pulled something from inside his robes. It was a rectangular box that opened on its own and formed into an outboard boat motor. The boy ghost attached it to the back of the boat and the tiny motor proved to be powerful as they moved along the still waters.

  She peered through a rolling fog at the light coming from a full pumpkin-colored blood moon and wondered what had happened to the day. The boat powered along a channel of water with amazing houses along both sides. A small castle appeared in front of them and the boy ghost pulled the boat right up to the shore.

  The boy ghost moved to the front of the vessel where he opened a security pad and entered a secret code. A harsh grinding sound filled her ears as the flat hill that led to the castle transformed into a staircase. They both got out and ascended the steps. Whitney didn’t know what to expect as a shower of glittery purple dust came down from the sky. The boy ghost looked back at Whitney and pushed open the huge front door.

  She stepped into the foyer of a gorgeous castle. It was like the middle ages had a lovechild with the future. Huge ebony columns emitted a strange sparkle and lined both sides of the hallway ahead. Computer touch pads and call boxes adorned the walls with classic paintings from the Renaissance period. It was quite a majestic sight for a twelve-year-old.

  The boy ghost led her to a scarlet-colored rectangular stand that appeared to be hovering above the gleaming marble floor. She stood on the object and the boy ghost joined her. He put his hand on Whitney’s back as the hover board took off and quickly achieved a fast pace.

  They zoomed down the straight hallway for a few minutes until the board came to a stop. The boy ghost led her into a room in which a family appeared to be seated at a table. The other people had the same hol
low look as the young boy and wore nice robes and dresses.

  The family all had blue eyes and brown hair of various shades. They all had the red seven-pointed star tattoos as well. Whitney thought this looked like a mother, father, daughter and son at the dining table with twelve burning candles in the middle of the table.

  The woman said, “Come, sit. We have many things to discuss.”

  Whitney walked up to a chair and joined the rest of the people at the table.

  The woman asked, “How are you, my dear?”

  “OK. How are you?”

  The woman smiled, “You have good manners. We like that over here. You will come to understand a great deal about your life but this visit might also raise more questions than it answers. You will probably leave here confused and wanting to know more. However, we can only tell you a small part of the story because that is all we know right now.”

  The father said, “We know you believe in ghosts like us. Do we scare you?”

  “No,” Whitney answered without hesitation. “I’ve read books with good ghosts in them but they never looked like you guys.”

  The mother said, “Good. People like to think that all ghosts are bad, evil or possessed and want to cause them harm. We ghosts are just like the living. Some good, some bad, some awful. What you see here is what you can accomplish when you put wars aside and everyone works for a common goal. We are like an alien civilization that is so far ahead of the humans on earth, they couldn’t even comprehend some of these things. We know when people are going to commit crimes before they are going to do it, so no uprisings or wars can ever start.”

  Whitney wanted to ask so many questions, but she listened as the mother continued, “And while things are much more serious down here, you still have spirits that love to joke and play tricks. We don’t have much time today, so we will be serious with you. This is going to take a big commitment on your part. This burden is unfair to ask of a young girl, but you have the opportunity to achieve incredible accomplishments with your life and possibly change the world for the better. The ghosts and our spiritual friends will help you, but you must believe.”

  “Believe what?” Whitney asked.

  “You must believe in yourself first and foremost. You are destined for greatness, Whitney Powers. Then you need to believe in the ghosts or spirits, if you prefer. Whatever you would like to categorize us as, the classification doesn’t really bother us. You must believe that we will help you realize your dreams,” the father said.

  “How could I not believe when I can see you sitting right here?” she asked.

  The ghost that appeared to be the daughter moved to the front of her throne-like chair and said, “Yes, well, you’d be surprised at how many people still refuse to believe. You must stay close to the Granny Larson Library until you are needed. You must remain patient. We can’t tell you when this opportunity will happen; we can only guarantee that it will definitely occur someday. That’s why it’s important to trust us and stay close to the Library. Do you understand?”

  Whitney looked out the clear window and said, “I understand that, but how is the sun coming up already? I came here in the afternoon and then it was night and now the sun is coming up already.”

  The mother said, “Time goes much faster over here. You see we are on a parallel planet that has the same conditions as your home but with a faster rotation than earth. It causes our days to go much faster.”

  “Wow,” was the only word Whitney could manage to get out.

  “All your questions will be answered on your next visit. Keep in mind, that might not come for many years, but when it does, everything you’ve ever wanted will fall into your hands. You will be tempted to leave this town you live in and many opportunities will tantalize you, but you must remain steadfast and strong,” the mother told her.

  A floating circular tray with drinks floated into the room and stopped in front of each family member who took his or her beverage from the flying machine. She stared at the amazing sight as the metal tray disappeared out the door.

  The boy walked over to Whitney and held out his hand again.

  She said, “But there are so many questions I have for all of you.”

  “Next time,” the mother said as the son pulled Whitney out the front door, down the steps, and back into the boat.

  They went back over the enormous slide and Whitney wondered how they would get up the steep incline. A great gust of wind hit her back and pushed her and the boy up the slide. They got to the top platform and she saw the vortex again.

  The boy stood and pointed as Whitney dove into the strange portal. She felt the gripping pressure again and became very dizzy. A refreshing wind helped her to refocus and when she opened her eyes, she stood on a mass of land in the middle of a huge public pond.

  She looked down at a velvety purple dress that shimmered in the bright sunlight for what felt like forever, screaming for help. Finally, she saw the flashing lights of a police car. The officers called to get a small boat to get the girl off the tiny island. She waited as the townspeople kept showing up and crowding the banks of the pond. Everyone pointed and whispered and Whitney began to cry.

  Finally, the little boat pulled up with her father, who grabbed his daughter and hugged her. She felt secure with him and buried her head in his chest.

  Her father kept telling her how much he loved her and how scared he’d been when she had been missing, but she didn’t hear any of it. As they got closer to land, the only things she could hear were the whispers about how she ended up on the remote piece of land.

  The word witch started to hit Whitney’s ear and she hoped everyone would leave. She got out of the boat and her mother ran up and hugged her. Ursula helped get Whitney into the car.

  “I’ll meet you guys down at the station,” her father told the police as he got in the driver’s seat.

  “What happened? Who took you?” her mother asked.

  “Nobody took me. I went behind the bookshelf at the library and went to a magical world where I saw the nicest ghosts,” Whitney said.

  “No, you didn’t. You stop that right there. I know whoever took you probably said that you shouldn’t tell us the truth, but you need to. This is serious business, young lady. The policemen are going to ask you a lot of questions and you need to tell them who took you,” her mom said.

  “But nobody took me,” she replied.

  “Just tell the truth, honey. But if someone did take you, you have to let them know. You’ve been gone for three days so they are going to ask you a lot of questions,” Robert said.

  “I wasn’t gone for three days. I was only gone for less than an hour. Time moves faster over there,” Whitney said.

  “You cannot say that,” her mother urged.

  “She needs to tell the truth,” her dad argued.

  Ursula immediately retorted, “Listen to me right now. I am trying to protect our daughter.” She turned around to face her daughter in the back seat. “Whitney, you have a decision to make. You can go in there and tell the police that you don’t remember anything that happened. They will push you for answers, but you can say you don’t remember. The other choice is to tell this story of ghosts and magic lands and face being made fun of for the rest of your life. You already have a bit of a reputation for your strange taste in books and all that scary and spooky nonsense. This is a small town, people won’t be very understanding of your story. So you have a choice to make. March in there and say I don’t remember or risk being the butt of all jokes. The choice is yours, my dear.”

  1

  18 Years Later

  Whitney woke up in bed and peeked over at a familiar partner. The hardback version of The Shining had taken on the look of a disheveled lover. It had been caught in the blanket, folding some pages over and crimping the dust jacket.

  “Sorry,” she apologized and massaged the imperfections until they were straightened out. She had a signed copy in her collection, but she always tried to be respectful to boo
ks. She showered and as she got ready for work, she looked at herself in the mirror.

  Whitney Powers’ sharp blue eyes gazed at a reflection of beauty. Unfortunately, her humility never allowed her to truly appreciate her own great looks. She had soft brown hair that cascaded to the middle of her back, nice curves and ample breasts, although most of her outfits hid those features.

  Whitney was about five and a half feet tall and looked to be in perfect shape although she hardly exercised. She carried a serious look most of the time, and her friends affectionately called it resting bitch face, but her warming smile could always melt her father’s heart.

  A knock on the door startled her. She wasn’t expecting anyone and didn’t like people just stopping by. She thought about her gun in the closet as she peered through the spy hole.

  What is my mother doing here?

  Whitney looked around her messy apartment and threw a towel over her Ouija board. She opened the door to see a smiling Ursula Powers.

  Her mother shared the same hair color, although her hair was cut much shorter and she dyed it black. She had gray eyes, big, rosy cheeks and a dark complexion. Her mother was a little taller than Whitney and carried more weight. Her developing wrinkles and welcoming face made her look like a young grandmother.