For the last few months, I’ve been taking periodic votes in my VIP Facebook Group. Readers have been voting on writing prompts for me to write and publish on my blog. Each time, they’ve picked the same prompt and I’ve now written 8 chapters to the story and have decided to turn it into a novel. The first ten chapters will be available here. The original prompt was:

A girl steps into the mind of other people as she sleeps. She sees and experiences what they do.

And here’s the link to earlier parts of the story if you haven’t read them yet:

Night Chaser Shorts

NOTE: These are just for fun and therefore aren’t professionally edited. I did self-edit, but please excuse any errors. If I do officially publish these stories, errors will be fixed.

Night Chaser #8 | Revelations

Rodney and I walked back to Lydia’s place. Matilda greeted us as we came in. I set my things down near the couch and Rodney looked around.

“So, do you live here alone?” He asked.

“Actually, I don’t live here at all. I’m house sitting for a friend,” I said. It was an easier explanation than the truth.

“Alright. Well, before we go any further. I want to know what you can do. I gotta be prepared if this goes south,” Rodney said.

I smirked. “Nothing too crazy. When I sleep I can see through the eyes of others. Usually, they’re experiencing some kind of trauma. I look for clues that will tell me where they are and then I go try to help them.”

“Interesting. I believe I’ve read news stories about you. You run into some pretty dangerous situations. Do you have any powers that help you win a fight?”

“No, not really. I heal pretty fast. I made myself a chain whip, but I haven’t used it on anyone yet.”

Rodney sat on the other end of the couch. He was keeping his distance, but it felt as though I was earning his trust.

“Why not just call the police and let them handle it?”

“The police don’t always make every situation better. Most of the time I’m closer to the people who need help anyway. When I have these dream-visions, it’s always someone relatively nearby.”

Rodney nodded. “Haven’t seen anything about you in the papers lately.”

“Well, I’m going through a dry spell. I think.”

“What do mean?”

“I keep ending up in the head of this guy next door, but he’s always doing mundane things like getting ready for bed. There was a weird thing that happened when I was in his head the other night but it hasn’t happened since.”

Rodney leaned back and put his hand on his chin. He reminded me of a psychologist I used to see in college.

“What weird thing? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.”

I was getting impatient. I wanted to talk about Logan, but I humored him for a little longer.

“I was in this guy’s head. He was looking in the mirror. I couldn’t wake myself up so I was getting frustrated. I kept thinking, something has to happen. Something would happen at any moment. Then, The Hound’s face–”

“Wait, The Hound? You know him?”

“Yeah, he’s Logan’s favorite goon. Used him to track me down.”

“Oh. Okay, so you’re not friends with him?”

“No. More like mortal enemies. We’ve gotten in a few scraps. Anyway–his face started to appear behind the man. In a black kind of fog or mist. It was weird. It only lasted for a moment. Henry, the guy whose head I was in, saw it too. It scared him for a second but he thought he was just tired and seeing things.”

“Hmm.”

“What? Does The Hound have some sort of power to appear wherever he wants?”

“No, I don’t think it was The Hound’s doing. His powers are of the body. Meaning he can sniff you out, hear things you can’t, and basically anything a dog can do. However, your powers are of the mind. You connect with someone’s mind and see what they see.”

“Yeah, but what does The Hound have to do with it?”

“You said you’ve been in scraps with him before. You also said you were wondering when something, anything was going to happen while you were trapped in Henry’s mind. Maybe the combination of your run-ins with The Hound and your wish for something to happen actually made something happen.”

“Are you saying I made Henry hallucinate?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

I didn’t know what to say. The idea sounded so strange to me. I sat there with my jaw hanging for a while. Rodney was crazy. At least, that’s what I thought. “How do you know so much about this stuff?” I asked.

“It all started when I used to go to Logan’s club on 8th street. I go in, have a drink, and do some people watching. Eventually, I started noticing things. People would go to Logan’s office and be dragged back out by the bouncers. These people would have pure fear on their face.”

“Logan’s powers.”

“Yes. Logan’s powers. Only I didn’t know what they were at the time. I kept digging. I kept looking for answers. That’s when I met The Hound. Logan had seen me watching him and his staff so he had The Hound follow me.”

“Did The Hound hurt you?”

“The Hound? No. He just brought me to Logan one night. I was in the club. Watching. Then The Hound grabs me and tells me I’m going to see the boss. He brings me to the office where Logan is waiting. Logan asks me what I know about him. I said nothing, of course.”

“But he knew you were lying.”

“Yes. That’s when he…”

“Don’t worry. I know. I’ve felt it too,” I said.

“Thing is, he told me more with that touch than I knew before. He also gave me a warning. He said if I ever told anyone, he’d know. So I kept my mouth shut–except for the bad reviews. I just wanted to keep people from going there if I could.”

I nodded. “So what’s his weakness?” I asked.

“Someone who doesn’t lie to him. He can’t inflict that pain unless there’s a lie he wants to know the truth to.”

“That must be why he’s building an army of superhumans—he needs backup.”

“My guess is that’s not the only reason. He wants something and I think it has to do with his father,” Rodney said.

“How do you know that?”

“I asked around before my run-in with Logan. Seems he and his father have quite the feud going on.”

“What’s the feud about?” I asked.

“Not sure. Probably has something to do with Logan’s father wanting him to take over the business, but Logan wanted to do his own thing. I haven’t done much research on Logan’s father. I think his name is Beck Wingate.”

“Hmm. That information might come in handy.”

“I hope it does. What’s your next move?” Rodney asked.

“I don’t know. I just want to take Logan down. I want to get him arrested or something. He needs to be put away so he can’t hurt people anymore.”Rodney looked at me from head to toe.

“What?”

“Are you tired?” he asked.

“Not really,” I said.

“But could you go to sleep?”

“Why?”

“I think we should try something. You need to hone your powers. From what you told me, I think you can make people hallucinate things. Try it on me.”

I shook my head. “I don’t even know if I’d end up in your head if I went to sleep right now.”

“Exactly. We need you to learn how to control your powers and see if that hallucination thing is really one of them.”

I wasn’t sure I should go to sleep with a stranger in Lydia’s house–but I didn’t have any better ideas, either. He was right about one thing. I needed more control over my powers and I owed it to myself to find out if I could do more.

“My theory is, your powers are like a muscle. The more you use them, the more powerful they become,” Rodney said.

“Alright, but if you rob me or do anything weird, I will hunt you down,” I said.

“Okay. How do you want to do this?”

“I’d feel weird just going to sleep with you wide awake next to me. Maybe I should lay down in the guest room. You can stay down here and watch tv or something.”

“Sounds good. Whatever you think will work.”

“And don’t go anywhere til I wake up. Got it?”

“Of course.”

I walked upstairs and laid on the bed.

I could hear Rodney stir below me, but I was tired. Sleep hadn’t been a priority for me. It came on quickly.

To my surprise, I ended up in Rodney’s head. He watched television. It was much like the time I spent in Henry’s head. Boring.

I tried to focus my thoughts on making something happen. I wanted to push an image out, but I didn’t want to scare him like I scared Henry. Matilda strolled into the room and sat just under the entertainment center. She looked up at Rodney as if he didn’t belong in our house. I wondered what would happen if I tried to duplicate her image—make it seem like there were three cats in the room looking up at him.

I focused on her. Nothing happened.

I imagined more of her. Nothing happened.

I pushed and pushed. Finally, more of her appeared. As if there were two mirrors next to her.

“Abby? It worked. I see three identical cats. Try something else. Something a little scarier.”

I looked around the room for something I could go off of. My bag laid in the corner. The pendant to my chain whip peeked out. I imagined it as a snake crawling out of the bag.

Suddenly, it seemed to slither out toward Rodney and slowly changed to the form of a rattlesnake.

Rodney jumped up on the couch. Matilda was still under the TV and didn’t seem to be phased by it going past her.

“Okay, okay! That’s, good, Abby!”

His voice made me lose concentration and the snake disappeared. The chain whip remained in my bag.

“I think that’s good for now. I’m gonna wake you up.” Rodney said.

I woke up before he came into the room.

“That seemed so real,” he said.

“Really? To me, they seemed to have something about them that told me it wasn’t real.”

“Maybe that’s part of it. You can tell, but others can’t.”

“Did you see Matilda? She couldn’t see the snake,” I said.

Rodney chuckled. “I didn’t notice. I was too busy hoping that the snake was you and not a real one.”

“I think I can only do this to humans. That makes me feel better. I don’t want to traumatize an animal.”

“That is good. However, I wonder if you can make people hallucinate when you’re awake.”

“That would be handy.”

“It would be. Want to give it a try?”

I took a deep breath. “Maybe in a little while. I think I hungry for some lunch. How about you?”

“Yeah. I could go for some food. What did you have in mind?”

“We could order in some Chinese,” I said.

“Sounds good to me. I know the best one in town,” Rodney said.

Of course, he did. This was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. I smiled and told him to order whatever was best on the menu.

Rodney made the call while I gave Matilda a little attention.

We talked about why Lydia left. Soon after, the food arrived. Rodney and I scarfed it down and I tossed a few pieces of chicken down to Matilda.

“So what’s our next move?” I asked.

“We could stake out the club,” Rodney said after swallowing a bite. “It would be easier to figure out when to confront Logan if we knew his comings and goings.”

“That’s true.”

“There’s a hotel across the street from it. If we got a room facing it, we’d be able to watch without being detected.”

“Are you suggesting we share a room after only knowing each other for a few hours?” I asked with a wry look.

Rodney started stuttering a bit, “Well, I uh. I just thought—”

“Rodney, I’m kidding. It’s a good idea. That was just my not-so-subtle way of saying we need a room with two beds.”

Relief flooded his face from his eyebrows down to his mouth. “Oh. Good. Alright then. You want to head over after we eat?”

“Yeah. I’ve only got a little while longer before this mess needs to be cleaned up. If Lydia is ever going to forgive me, I have to make sure he’s long gone by the time she returns.”

“She’s really scared, isn’t she?” he asked.

“Yes. It’s my fault she’s in danger. I should have never pulled her into this world. The only reason I sought you out is because I thought you were already in deep.”

Rodney nodded. “I am and I’m sick of looking over my shoulder.”

“Me too.”

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About an hour later, we were checking into the Regent Hotel across from Logan’s main club. Luckily, they had a room that was in the perfect spot for us to watch the club.

“It’s getting late. Should we take shifts?” Rodney asked after we’d been peering out the window for nearly two hours. Logan was inside the club, but that’s all we really knew. Rodney was taking notes.

“I’m not sure what will happen if I go to sleep,” I said.

“Maybe you could practice your power,” he replied.

“Yeah, I guess I probably should practice that. If I’m going to try using it while I’m awake I need to control it while I’m asleep first.”

I relaxed on the bed furthest from the window and dozed off.

Suddenly, I was looking down at a glass of what I could only assume was liquor. My gaze drifted upward. I was in Logan’s office. I was in Logan’s mind.

He stood up and walked to his desk. He pulled out a drawer and retrieved a folder from it.

As he set it down and opened it, my curiosity had me in an anxious state.

Inside was a newspaper article. As he focused on it, I realized it was the same article from my first vision—about the man who had been killed in the convenience store.

Words sprang from my mouth in Logan’s voice. “I did this. An innocent life is lost because of me.”

Before I could process it, I woke up. Rodney was watching out the window but turned his head when he heard me stir.

“I was just in Logan’s head,” I said.


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