Dji

By Tom Raimbault

Pias the Gypsy has his heart set on young Melanie. He wishes for her to become his Gypsy bride. But it’s going to require much time and patience to win Melanie, who is imprisoned at home and under the reign of her evil overlordess mother. Melanie hates her Mother, and for good reason. She actually wishes for Pias to finally abduct her and make her his Gypsy bride.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tom Raimbault
• Release date: Jan 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310828003

Tom Raimbault

When author Tom Raimbault was a teenage boy, he experienced a moment of terror in which he was thrown out his bed by a malevolent spirit late at night. It should be clarified that this spirit didn't actually enter the physical space where he slept on that particular night. Rather, it somehow accessed his consciousness as he tried to enjoy sweet dreams. The spirit coerced Tom to poise himself at the edge of the bed and then jump onto the floor. Upon relaying the incident many years later, he recalls growling some seconds before taking the plunge into darkness.Then his feet hit the floor which caused Tom to fully wake up. Terribly frightened and confused as to what happened, Tom screamed in terror and, of course, woke up the entire family. His startled father rushed into his bedroom to see what was the matter."It threw me out of my bed!" Tom declared to his father, who probably figured his son merely had a bad dream. But to Tom, the incident was very real. To this very day he knows what happened. Through dreaming, he had exposed himself to what was perceived as some dark and evil place in the astral realm where (what he perceived to be) a malevolent spirit with hyper dimensional existence managed to affect him here, in the physical realm. For many months, thereafter, Tom had to learn how to protect himself while dreaming. And it caused him to have the unfortunate phobia for some years after of his inherent skill of astral projection. It wasn't until he was in his early twenties that he resumed the practice of projecting his consciousness outside of the body.On that fateful night of being thrown from his bed; Tom had a series of bizarre dreams, afterwards, of a barn. It was an old barn that people had converted into a living area; not a farmhouse, but a barn. In his young mind, Tom concluded these people to be evil, perhaps even possessed by demons. And the barn held a mystery that could never be solved. You see, one would never want to enter the building because its infinite interior of ever changing, and "paradoxical" realities would trap an unfortunate visitor forever! The old building was a portal to some reality that we could never comprehend in this world.But what does Freudian dream analysis suggest of a barn?If one sees a barn in his or her dream, it often represents inhibited feelings or instincts that remain locked within the subconscious. With this revelation it's safe to conclude that on that fateful night, Tom simply had fragments of himself trapped within the subconscious mind. The malevolent spirit that threw him out of his bed could very well have been his Jungian shadow that was yearning to be consciously embraced and brought to light. You see, we as humans need to call to light and explore the dark facets of our psyche. Enlightenment does not happen by concentrating on "fluffy bunny" thoughts and imagining beings of light and benevolence. We need, rather, to expose the darkest corners of our subconscious, and understand them. Once set free, only then can we begin to experience states of enlightenment. Subconscious manifestation, after all, is one of our lifelong journeys.And that, my friends, is one of the purposes of writing for author Tom Raimbault. It could very well be his personal plunge into the dark corners of the subconscious mind where he extracts and brings to life the many nightmarish realities, some of which defy all logic or reasoning, but are for some reason bothersome and anxiety-provoking.Ask someone who is a fan of Tom Raimbault's writing; he or she might comment that "Tom writes those horror books."The reader interpreting his stories as being horror is fine for author Tom Raimbault. But, as he often lectures, "Horror has been tainted in the modern age in much the same way that the celebration of Halloween has been poisoned. For some reason, most people have come to see horror as blood and guts or evil. What fun is that? Horror is so much more and should offer a glimpse of what life beyond the veil is like."Tom further self-describes his writings, "Rather than write of blood and guts or feed people's obsession with demons and Hell, I simply write what I like to call dark fantasy, dark romance, paranormal or bizarro fiction."There is usually some supernatural element in author Tom Raimbault's writings that imposes itself our world. Characters have psychic abilities. Magick is a common theme. In many stories, those who have passed on to the other side continue to exist by simply reaching their hand through the veil and intertwining their dimension into ours. And most often, there is a lesson to be learned for conducting oneself unconscionably. It's old fashioned horror; elegant with integrity and always maintaining a respect for God.​You can feel good knowing that this is the sort of person writing the Mapleview series of books.

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Dji

Tom Raimbault

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Copyright © Tom Raimbault 2015

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This work is 100% fiction. All scenes and events within these pages have been an invention of the author's imagination, and to his knowledge never occurred in reality. Any resemblance to the reader's own experiences is purely coincidental. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

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Chapter One

It wasn't even going to be an entire day's visit to her great Aunt Beatrice's home. Fifteen-year-old Melanie was dropped off by her parents that morning so they could take care of some important business. They promised to return some time in the late afternoon.

Although certainly looking and acting like any normal fifteen-year-old girl, Melanie secretly remains a young girl when not with her peers. She isn't that into boys just yet. Nor does she act out the role of fifteen going on twenty-five. Melanie is a kid, thank goodness. In fact, on this mid morning after eating breakfast, she was sorting through a collection of dolls that she used to play with when younger and visiting her aunt; dressing them up in outfits and fixing their hair.

There is a man coming here today, Melanie. announced Aunt Beatrice upon entering the room.

Melanie glanced up as her aunt spoke.

Aunt Beatrice is fifty-seven years old, and was sadly widowed over five years ago. Now ready for some close companionship of the opposite sex, she's learned about the wonderful thing called the Internet in which she can create a profile on a dating website and hook up with other men who are single and lonely.

His name is Pias. He's actually coming here to see you! I've spoken about you and told him what an amazing and pretty girl you are. I told him that you are wiser and more grown up than some of the other girls your age.

Okay... acknowledged Melanie. Perhaps Aunt Beatrice had been dating this man for a while, and wished to introduce family—starting with Melanie. She could handle that.

He's a Gypsy. continued Aunt Beatrice as Melanie resumed combing her doll's hair. He grew up in a lifestyle that is different from ours. He told me that in his culture, it isn't uncommon for older men to have close friendships with girls like you. Gypsy men teach young girls all the things they need to know; turn them into women and teach them to be good lovers for when some day that they get married.

Melanie nearly dropped her doll upon the mention of being a good lover. For a moment it almost sounded like this man had intentions of pursuing a romantic relationship with her.

Oh, now don't worry. reassured Aunt Beatrice. Pias won't hurt you. He's a very, handsome man. He used to travel with the circus and worked as a trapeze artist. His mother taught him how to read fortunes with cards. Maybe if you let him, he'll read your fortune.

Maybe... said Melanie with an uninterested smile. Unsure of how to interpret the current situation, Melanie resumed combing her dolls' hair.

Aunt Beatrice walked out of the room.

***

It was 12:30 in the afternoon as Melanie sat on the sofa in the family room and watched TV. In the kitchen, Aunt Beatrice prepared lunch and set the table. From Melanie's vantage point, she could see three place settings at the table; one for Melanie, one for Aunt Beatrice and one—presumably—for Pias the Gypsy. Apparently this was to be a lunch date in which Melanie would get acquainted with Pias. Thank goodness Melanie lived a good hour away from her crazy great Aunt, and that visits were not too common. The more she thought of this man coming to see her, the more uneasy she felt.

Suddenly there was a knock at the back door.

Aunt Beatrice briskly walked over to answer. Well hello!

Hi! loudly greeted the voice of a man as his footsteps could be heard walking on the kitchen linoleum tile.

I'm just getting lunch ready so we can all sit down. Then Aunt Beatrice called out, Melanie, come in here! There's a man, here, to see you!

Melanie sighed, stood up and reluctantly walked into the kitchen. Hopefully this visit would be quick and painless. Maybe Mother and Father would come back early and she could go home.

When finally in Melanie's view; Pias appeared to be an older man, definitely middle age with salt and pepper hair and a matching mustache. His skin was dark Roma olive-color. And then there were his trademarked Gypsy eyes; those deeply set eyes that seem to long and hunger for something as if lost; maybe forever looking for a home or—perhaps—a lover to finally bring happiness; but never able to settle for one reason or another.

His loose and baggy clothes were an odd choice of color with designs that reminded Melanie of something that an Egyptian would wear.

Hi, I'm Pias! he greeted while smiling with a peculiar accent and extending his hand.

Being the proper young lady that everyone expected her