Tunnel Vision Part One E-Book

Arther Penrite

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

Part one of this thrilling series. The story follows an ordinary girl called Jessica into her impending madness. What starts out with some paranoia and hearing voices and ends with her being hospitalised and put under psychiatic care. This series is a novel broken down into smaller parts. Tunnel Vision is based on the Author's real experiences of the mental health system and for every book sold, $0.50 gets given either to lifeline Australia or the Samaritins.

Leseprobe

Arther Penrite

Tunnel Vision Part One

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Part One

Tunnel Vision

Arther Penrite

“Some people think they know fear. Murder, gore and forcing people to hold their own intestines. But if you know truly what fear is, you’ll know that it’s the fear in your own head. You can’t escape from yourself. Truly terrifying.”

Part one

Shadows criss-crossed over the leaves and broken twigs as Jessica approached the dark, deep tunnel. Behind her the last little snippets of rave music hummed through the trees. She could only think of her cosy bed. The warm buzz of intoxication still reverberated through her head. She was almost oblivious to anything else. As she stumbled toward the tunnel, she suddenly got an uneasy feeling. Like someone were sneaking behind her through the leaves. “It must be the booze,” she decided. As she continued, Jessica allowed herself to take in the amazing cliff face. Around the hole there was a ring if charred brick with three numbers inscribed into the surface. ‘392’. “Wow! This place could really use a dust off!” exclaimed Jessica. Cobwebs and grime hung from the ceiling and there were small, sharp stones littered on the ground.

There it was again. That uneasy feeling of another presence. 

‘Why though?’ She thought to herself. No one else had come with her. Jessica’s heartbeat hammered loudly in her ears and there was a slow and cold tingle travelling down her spine. As a bead of perspiration rolled down past her eye, she found herself beginning to panic. Her chest ached with a dull, heavy feeling, forcing her to take huge breaths just to get enough air into her lungs. 

She decided to just get on with it and to get home. So, she set off down the winding tunnel: stones crackling under her feet. She suddenly had the vivid image of headlights coming towards her and she screamed. “That can’t happen. This tunnel was decommissioned a long time ago.” She hurried along, light fading as she moved away from the entrance. Away from safety. Jess just tried to stay focussed. “Come on! It’s just an old tunnel!” she reasoned.

She saw a dim light coming into view. ‘Yes!’ She thought to herself. Almost home already! As she exited, Jessica heard a shrill cry pierce through the darkness. Sweating profusely, she looked around. ‘It must have just been an owl or a fox,’ she thought. But what if it wasn’t. She started to feel uneasy again and she doubted her own reasoning. Suddenly she saw a small snippet of movement out of the corner of her eye. “Please help me!” She screamed to anyone who might hear her. No one was in earshot. She was all alone, no one to help her. A small bead of pure fear dribbled down her back. Cold and harsh. She couldn’t take it anymore. 

Legs on autopilot, she sped away, trying to put the most distance she could between her and that… thing! She saw a glimpse of a streetlight and leapt towards it. She fumbled with her keys as she perspired immensely, not wanting to wind up dead. When she finally found the key Jessica slammed it into the lock and twisted violently. She felt her carpet under her feet and jammed the door shut, putting every bolt she had on the door into the locked position. Slumping down to the floor, she wiped sweat from her eyes. She finally felt safe. 

“Bang, bang, bang!”

A knocking on the door woke Jess up.

“JESS! Open up!”

The voice sounded panicked and Jess got up slowly, groaning.

“Coming!” Jess shouted back. She had a pounding headache and all of her joints hurt. She opened her eyes and immediately she was hit with an incapacitating and painful blast of light. Staggering, she rushed over to the door. When she opened it, a woman burst in. Wherever she stepped a giant puddle formed and water dripped off of her coat. “I’ve been so worried! You didn’t pick up when I called, and the door-handles all busted!”

“Wha?” Jess answered, struggling to focus on what the woman was saying. 

As the figure came into view Jessica recognised her as Pam. Her next door neighbours. Jessica had known Pam for three years. Ever since she had moved away from home. Pam was an elderly woman who had made it her personal mission to help Jessica get into college. She wasn’t a thin woman to say the least, but she cared a lot.

“Jess, have you been drinking?” questioned Pam.

“Not today, I’m just really hung over from last night,” Jess answered. “Are you okay sweet? You ran home last night, and you seemed very panicked.” Pam reminded Jess of her mother, overprotective and over-reacting. “I’m fine Pam,” she reassured, “I just got a little freaked out in the dark.” 

“That’s good to hear honey,” Pam replied, happy with that response. “If you don’t mind, I’ll be off. I’ve got to cook dinner for my little Jimmy,” said Pam. 

“Bye! Tell Jimmy that I said hello!”