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Monday October 25, 1995
The scream in the middle of the night brought Mr. and Mrs. Ramsie running to their daughter's room.
"Sh-sh-sh, everything's all right," soothed her mother as she held her daughter close.
"Oh mom, it was horrible, I was at work and the lights go out, the all of a sudden some guy jumps me; but the strangest part about the dream is that only Jess and I were there," she cried into her mother's shoulder.
Six blocks away the same thing was happening at the Quintero home.
The scream that awakened the sleeping house brought Mr. Quintero to his son's bedside.
"Jess, are you okay?" he asked as his son sat up in his bed.
"Yeah, I'm okay now, but that dream scared the hell out of me," he said as he rubbed his forehead head with his finger tips.
"What you were having, bro, was a no dream, it was a nightmare," his younger brother said from the door way. "Pop, why don't you go back to bed, Luie will sit with me for a while," he added as he motioned his brother into his room.
"Okay, I'll see you in the morning son," Mr. Quintero said as he made his way back to his room.
"Tell me about your nightmare," Luie said as he sat on the side of the bed.
"Okay, it was just me and Mairely at the warehouse; everything was normal then all of a sudden the lights go out, as I turn to go to Mairely's side I see someone grab her by the waist. I don't know who he was or where he came from all I know is that his eyes were redder than blood and had the strength of a thousand men 'cause he picked me up over his head with one hand and threw me. The last thing I remember was yelling at May, telling her to run. Then I screamed and woke up," he said and reached for the glass of water that sat on the nightstand.
"What a way to start a Monday," Luie said with a smile.
Later on that morning after Jess finished shaving and dressing he returned to his room to find a dozen bleeding white roses in the middle of his bed. He closed his eyes tight to the sight and counted to ten, when he reopened them the roses were gone.
That afternoon while at work the lights go out, when they come back on Mairely finds a red rose on her desk with a message on her computer that read: 'You will soon be eternally mine.' And Jess found a white rose on his. As he reached for the rose it began to bleed, the blood flowed from the flower onto his desk and to the floor making a small puddle by his feet.
Mairely's first thought was that Jess had put the flower on her desk and the message on her computer but when she reached for the one single rose it became surrounded by a bright blue flame, this caused her to scream.
Upon hearing the scream Jess turned towards her and saw that Ozzie, one of Mairely's closest friends, had gone to her side, when he turned back to his desk the white rose and the blood was gone.
Mairely was still shaking when Jess walked up to her and took her in his arms.
"Everything's all right now May," he said as he gently brushed a few strands of loose hair from her face. "See, there's nothing there," he added as he turned with her to show her the empty desk.
"But it was there Jess; a single red rose and it was surrounded by a blue flame but it wasn't burning and there was a message on my computer screen," she complained as she let herself be drawn back into his strong arms.
As Jess drove Mairely home from work that night she brought up the subject of what had happened at the warehouse that afternoon.
"It wasn't a red rose, May, it was a white one," he said as he gently caressed her hand.
"I'm not blind, I know what I saw, it was a red rose surrounded by a blue flame," she said and moved her hand away from his reach.
"Well I saw a white one that was bleeding and the blood was redder than my sweater," he said as the car came to a stop in front of her house. "Let's not worry about it, it's probably a coincidence any way," he add as he walked her to her door and kissed her good night.
Again that night Mairely and Jess share the same dream and wake at the same time.
Ozzie Romero, Mairely's closest friend, drove up northwest twenty-Fifth Street towards one hundred and seventh avenue when all of a sudden his car goes out of control.
He struggles frantically with the wheel in an attempt to regain control but he realized that it was useless. He thought of jumping but the car was going too fast, so he prayed silently that it would go into the canal that way he would be able to swim to safety. But as luck would have it, the small car veered towards the closed warehouses on the other side of the street.
In a state of desperation Ozzie tried to open the door to jump but the door refused to open.
Suddenly he hears his name called. Thinking that there is someone in the back seat of the car, he looks into the rear view mirror and sees a young man sitting there, he was dressed all in black, his hair was as dark as the midnight sky and his eyes were a dark steel gray. Their eyes locked for what seemed an eternity.
"Your love for her is a threat to me," the young man said and smiled. "But soon, very soon you will cease to be a threat," he added and disappeared.
Ozzie shifted his sight just in time to see the front end of his car go smashing into the side of one of the buildings. His body lurched forward causing him to hit his head on the steering wheel and rendering him unconscious, seconds later, as if by commands of the elements, the small brown Mustang burst into flames and a low menacing laugh rang above the roaring fire.
Tuesday October 26
The next morning sat at home watching T.V. when all of a sudden the set goes off. He got up and checked the light s in the family room and living room, they were working fine. When he re-entered the family room he saw that the floor was completely covered by a misty white cloud of smoke. He heard his name called and he looked towards the double glass doors that lead to the patio, there, in front, of the doors he saw the figure of a young woman begin to appear.
"Jesus Quintero, I am here to warn you and all close to the one you love. You are all in danger of death.
Cross not the path of Dante de Palermo on the on the Sabbath night, for if you do you shall die and your soul will roam the earth for all eternity," the beautiful specter said in a whisper.
"Who are you and why are we in danger?" Jess asked as he stepped down into the cloud of white.
"My name is one with hers, and the answers you seek are to be found in the first letters of the family in question," she replied and disappeared along with the mist on the floor.
Jess stood absolutely still unable to believe what had just happened. He knew that Mairely had classes that morning so he went to pay Mrs. Ramsie a visit.
Jess knocked at the familiar front door and Claire Ramsie answered it.
"Jess, what a surprise, May isn't here she has a class this morning," she said as she let him in.
"Yeah, I know, I came to see you Mrs. Ramsie, there are some things I'd like to talk to you about," he said as he followed her inside.
"Please, have a seat and tell me what it is that is worrying you so much," she said as she gestured towards the sofa as she sat in the arm chair opposite him.
Jess told her of the reoccurring night mares and found out that Mairely had been having them too.
"Now I would like to tell you what happened to me just an hour ago," he said as he accepted the can of soda from her.
"Okay, tell me what happened," she smiled and sat back down.
"An hour ago I was visited by a very beautiful and I think a very dead young woman," he said as he scooted to the edge of the sofa.
"Oh come now Jess, really," Claire said with a smile.
"She had soft snow white skin, cascading brownish blonde hair and the most beautiful haunting hazel eyes that I've ever seen," at the end of his description of the woman, Claire Ramsie's face was chalk white. "Mrs. Ramsie, are you all right?" he asked as he put a hand on her shoulder.
"Yes, I'm fine. Please go on," she replied a little shaky.
Jess told her what had transpired between him and the ghostly woman.
"The only thing that has me confused is the answer that she gave me when I asked who she was and why we were in danger," he said as he sat back once again.
"Well, to begin with, you're right, the woman you saw was a ghost, her name was Mairely Cristina Dumas, that's what she meant by 'My name is one with hers,' and 'The first letters of the family in question' would be the journals that the late James Ramsie kept," she replied with a triumphant smile.
"Great, but who was she and who, in heavens name was James Ramsie!" roared Jess as he got up and began to pace around the family room.
"First of all please sit back down," Claire said calmly. "And second, please call me Claire."
"Fine," he replied as he sat back down on the sofa and took a deep to calm his nerves.
He ran his fingers through his hair and looked directly at Claire. "Who were these people," he said as his light brown eyes shone dark with worry and fear.
Claire listened as she took in every detail of his face and body.
The worry lines on his forehead and around his eyes made him look older than what he actually was, and the well defined muscles in his arms twitched from the state of anger he was in.
"Mairely Cristina Dumas was May's great-great-great grandmother and James Ramsie was her great-great-great grandfather," Claire said as she got up to get a drink for herself.
"All right, where can I get his journals?" Jess asked as he sat forwards once again.
"Let me make a phone call later and I'll call you tonight with the information. For now go home and try and get some sleep," she said as she walked him to the door.
Jess went home and stretched out on the sofa in the family room but when he closed his eyes the only thing he saw was his reoccurring dream.
Later that afternoon Claire telephoned William Ramsie, her husband's middle brother who was the family historian.
The phone of the house that sat on the corner of ninety-seventh court and twenty-Fifth Street rang and a man somewhere in his mid to late fifties answered it.
"Hi Bill, its Claire," said the voice at the other end of the phone.
"Claire, it's nice to hear from you. How's Eric? Is he treating you well?" he asked a smile in his voice.
"Yes Bill, he's treating me like a queen," she joked back. "I called because I have a favor to ask of you."
"Ask away, anything to help my favorite sister-in-law," he replied in a light tone.
"May and her boyfriend are having some crazy dreams that seem to be connected to the old family. The funny thing is that Jess, her boyfriend, knows nothing about then but he described Mairely Dumas down to a tee for me this morning.
I know that you're the family historian and you have James' old journals, would it be possible for Jess to see them?" she asked all the while hoping that he would say yes.
"Sure, anything to help them out. I won't be home tomorrow so have him come by Thursday morning," he replied in the same light tone.
"Thanks Bill, you're a doll, I'll see you Friday. Bye," she said and hung up.
William Ramsie hung the phone up and turned to go back into his study but instead he came face to face with Mairely Cristina Dumas de Ramsie.
"Help them William, for they are in grave danger," she whispered softly.
Before he was able to say anything her image disappeared.
The phone at the Quintero home rang and Jess got up and answered it.
"Hello?" he said into the receiver.
"Hi, did you get any sleep?" Claire asked.
"You're joking right, every time I closed my eyes I saw that thing attack May," he replied as he sat down.
"At least you tried. Listen, I talked to Eric's brother, William, who happens to be the family historian, he has James' old journals. He said to go by his house on Thursday and you could take a look at them," she said as she looked at her address book.
"Great, tell me where to go," he said as he took a pencil and paper from the shelf above the phone. "Thanks Claire, you're the best. Oh, one more favor, May's been wanting to go to that new Disco, Venus, and I told her that I'd take tonight, so when you see her later please tell her that I'll pick her up at ten," he said as he put the paper with the address into his wallet.
"No problem," Claire replied and hung up.
The music blared and the lights flashed as Jess and Mairely walked into the club.
The motif was outer space so the large room was decorated with various objects that one might fine floating in space.
Jess smiled, looked around and moved slightly to the beat of the music but Mairely stared terrified at the middle of the dance floor, for there stood the man that haunted her dreams. She saw no one but him and heard nothing but his voice.
"Soon my beloved, with the help of the Prince of Darkness, you will become my eternal bride," he said in a heavy Italian accented voice as he moved towards her.
Mairely screamed and fainted into Jess' arms.
When she awakened she found herself back in the car. She told Jess what she had seen and heard and Jess took her into his arms and held her tightly.
Wednesday October 27
As Jess left work on Wednesday afternoon he and Mairely met in the parking lot.
"I hate it when we work different shifts," Mairely said as the hugged.
"So do I," he kissed her then added." Get going or you'll be late."
"Promise to call me later," she said as she walked backwards towards the double glass doors.
"Yes, now get," he replied with a smile.
She smiled and blew him a kiss the she turned and ran the rest of the way to the warehouse.
Later that night as Mairely walked down the hall towards the cafeteria she heard someone call her name repeatedly and sensed a faint smell of roses but the closer she got to the cafeteria the stronger the smell became Ostronger.
She wanted to turn and run but some strange force kept drawing her forward.
When she walked into the cafeteria her eyes grew wide with terror for there were hundreds of red roses all of which were surrounded by blue flames. She suppressed the urge to scream and closed her eyes, when she reopened them the roses were gone but in their place stood the man that haunted her dreams.
He was dressed in eighteenth century clothe, his hair was as black as a starless sky, his skin was a deathly white and he had emotionless steel gray eyes which locked with hers. He extended a hand and smiled, he moved towards her slowly. She took two steps forwards and stopped, suddenly the temperature in the room dropped drastically and she felt the evil that emanated from the man before her, the sudden change made her scream.
Two employees ran in as a result of the scream, she turned, pushed her way between them and ran back to the phone room.
"Hey, May, put your ears on, I've got Jess on the phone for you," said Miriam.
"Thanks Miriam," she said as she put on her ear phones and pushed the blinking button. "Hi," she added.
"Hey, you sound out of breath, what's wrong?" Jess asked as she came on the phone.
"I just saw that guy again, I think I'm going crazy," she said as she caught her breath.
"Calm down, you're not going crazy, what you saw is all in your mind," he said in a calm and soothing voice.
"Jess, I know what I saw," she said in an exasperated tone.
"Where'd you see him?" he asked.
"In the cafeteria," she replied.
"Did you go by yourself?" he asked calmly.
"Yes, I was by myself, so what," she was beginning to get irritated by his questions.
"What were you thinking about?" he asked ignoring her tone of voice.
"Jess, I'm not a fool and I'm not blind, I know what I saw," she complained.
"I never said you were a fool nor did I say you were blind, now please answer my question," he said calmly.
"Fine, I was thinking of that dammed demon that haunts my dreams," she said quietly.
"There, I rest my case, you were alone and thinking about that thing, so your subconscious mind let you see it, that's all," he said in a low baritone voice that made her giggle.
"Are you sure doctor?" she asked with a smile.
"Yes Madame, I am sure," he joked back. "I love May."
"I love you too Jess," she replied and they hung up.
That night everyone left in a hurry and Miriam found that she had to walk to her car alone.
The night closed in around her making her feel afraid of any small noise she heard so she hurried towards her waiting car as fast as she could.
"Just a few more seconds and I'll be safe inside my car," she said out loud to reassure herself.
She spoke to soon for out of the shadows stepped a tall, dark haired young man.
Excerpted from Roses From The Past by Silvia Alvarez. Copyright © 2013 Silvia Alvarez. Excerpted by permission of AuthorHouse.
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Chapter I: Monday October 25, 1995.................... 1
Chapter II: Tuesday October 26.................... 5
Chapter III: Wednesday October 27.................... 11
Chapter IV: Thursday October 28.................... 15
Chapter V: Late afternoon October 28th.................... 24
Chapter VI: Friday October 29th.................... 29
Chapter VII: Saturday October 30th.................... 39
Chapter VIII: Sunday October 31st.................... 44
About the Author.................... 51
Posted June 20, 2013
Roses From The Past one of the best shot stories I have in a long time. I highly recommend it. I'm sure you will like it once you read it.