Kamlyn’s Diary: August 23, 2013

Training was not what I was expecting it to be. When I got to Don’s house, everything was dark. He wasn’t sitting out on the porch like I was used to over the last few days. I knocked on the door, softly because I was still somewhat nervous. He didn’t answer by opening the door and greeting me, but instead he yelled from somewhere inside that the door was open. I asked him why he left his door unlocked, especially since he knows how dangerous it could be out there.

His answer: “What you’re referring to won’t be kept out by a bolt on the door. If it wants in your house, it’s already in your house.”

He couldn’t have picked a more terrifying way to kick off my paranormal training. I wanted to go home immediately and check every nook and cranny in my place. But I was there for a reason. What was it? As I was standing awkwardly in his dusty, dank livingroom, I tried to figure out what it was that brought me there- Danny, of course. Closure, sure. Most people can’t move on from something so horrible without some kind of closure. Danny’s funeral was supposed to be my closure, but as the days wore on after, I came to terms that it wasn’t enough for me. I needed something else, something more concrete and real. I didn’t only want a memory of a nightmare in a dark bedroom. I wanted something I could work towards and in the end touch with my own hands and see with my own eyes. I wanted revenge.

“Are you going to come in or are you just going to stand there like a baby deer waiting to be shot?”

That was how Don talked. He didn’t sugar coat anything and he didn’t show any pity for what I’d recently been through. I was actually kind of relieved by the way he treated me. Everyone else saw me as this broken vase, shattered into a million pieces on the floor who will never be put back together again properly. I was damaged goods to them and that’s exactly what I saw in their eyes when they looked at me, leaning their heads to one side slightly and giving me that pathetic frowning smile you give someone you feel sorry for. I hated that look. Even Cara was giving me that look from time to time and I couldn’t take it. Don never looked at me that one. Not once. So, I walked over to where he was sitting and sat myself down on the couch facing him. I clasped my hands and let them rest in my lap while I waited for the training to begin. I wondered if he had some kind of creepy monster hidden in his house somewhere that I was going to practice on. What would it be? A ghost? A demon? Every monster I thought of sounded ridiculous to me, but even so, I could hardly contain my excitement. I crossed one leg over the other and let it bounce up and down in the silence.

He stared at me- long. Hard. Assessing my strengths and weaknesses without a single blink.

“Are we going to get started?” I asked him, not being able to take the silence any longer.

My mind was beginning to play tricks on me the more time passed without talking. I thought I heard something moving around in the attic above us. Or it could have been scratching sounds coming from the basement below. Maybe he was crazy and had people trapped down there to torture and kill them. Anything was a possibility. So why did I stay? Why did I go at all? For that closure, I guess. I won’t stop till I find it.

“The first thing you need to know about hunting is that people die,” Don said, blunt and without feeling. “The people you’re trying to help might die, the thing you’re after might actually be a person and they might die. You might die. I might die. People die and you can’t avoid it and you can’t save everybody. If you’re not okay with that, then I suggest you leave right now.”

I nodded my head, letting what he said soak in. It weighed heavy in my mind, but I knew what was the right thing to do.

I stood up.

“Thank you for your time and for talking with me,” I said and walked out the door.

I couldn’t take anyone else dying because of me. I didn’t know if I could handle not being able to save someone like I wasn’t able to save my own son. Don didn’t try to stop me. He didn’t say anything as I left and headed down the sidewalk towards my house. I walked slower than I normally would just to see if he would come running after me, asking me to reconsider, but he didn’t.

Maybe I would be able to find my closure in some other way.

Earth Angel and Hunted Angel are available now on Amazon. Look for the next installment in The Kamlyn Paige series this Fall.

Kamlyn’s Diary: August 22, 2013

Today is the first day of my training with Don. I don’t really know what that entails. I hope it doesn’t have anything to do with kicking the crap out of me, like they did to Demi Moore in the movie where she was a Navy Seal to get her Seal ready. I’m not afraid to say, if he comes at me I will curl up in a ball and cry. How does someone train to hunt the paranormal anyway? I’ve heard of ghost hunters, but those people are just trying to capture evidence that they exist, not get rid of them. And if no one has found any real hard evidence to share with the world so far, then how am I supposed to find it on a daily basis? I guess all I can do is show up to his house and find out, right?

Kamlyn’s Diary: August 21, 2013

I went back to Don’s house today. He was sitting right where I left him two days ago. I didn’t say anything to him at first. Honestly, I didn’t know what to say. I was still afraid he was playing some elaborate cruel joke on me, but in the back of my mind I knew this wasn’t the case- that everything he’d said to me was true. I sat down next to him on the porch swing and we rocked in silence for a moment. He didn’t turn to look at me or open his mouth first. He was waiting for me to speak, I knew he was. So I did.

“Everything you told me, everything you said was out there killing people, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if I believe you or not and it doesn’t matter that we even know at all. They’re going to keep killing and there’s nothing we can do about it.”

That’s what I said to him. I was nervous as hell as I spoke because Don is intimidating, especially when sitting so close to him that my small, delicate shoulder touched his massive muscles.

“Come with me.”

Those were the scariest words he could have possibly said, but I followed him inside anyway. His house was dark and dirty. If he hadn’t just been sitting out front, I would have thought the place was abandoned. The blinds were drawn shut, letting not even a ray of light sneak its way in to brighten up the dreary livingroom. The rich wood floors had dried muddy boot tracks leading in every direction possible. Nothing was where it was supposed to be. There were piles of books, stacks of magazines, and shelves against the walls that housed mysterious boxes of all shapes and sizes. He sat down on the couch and I swear I saw a cloud of dust rise from the impact. He stared at me, waiting for me to join him, but I remained standing. When enough time had passed that it became clear I wasn’t going to sit, he spoke again.

“What if I told you there was something we could do about it?”

Kamlyn’s Diary: August 20, 2013

I tried all night to forget about that man I met yesterday and what he told me, but it’s impossible. Impossible to forget and impossible to be real. As the day wore on, what he said felt sillier and more improbable to me. What I saw in Danny’s room that night started to blur in my memory again and it was easier for me to brush off what Don said as nonsense. But as the day faded away and my room was blanketed in darkness, the image of the thing became crisp again. I could see it’s scraggly black hair swirling around its head as it pierced my ears with its wicked scream. I could smell its stench of rotten food as if it lingered in my nostrils still. Cara came upstairs frequently to check on me, but I wouldn’t open the door and wouldn’t turn on the lights. I just sat there in the dark, believing everything Don said to me again.

I fell asleep for a few short hours, which was a mistake as always. I was thrown back into the night Danny died. Again, I couldn’t do anything to save my son. I fought my way to the hooded demon-figure, but no matter what I did, it was untouchable. Danny was already gone. There was nothing I could do. I woke up in a mixture of sweat and tears just as the sun was creeping in through the curtains. I expected my feelings to return to sanity with the morning light as they had the day before- that Don’s words would feel silly floating around in my head again, but they didn’t. Every single thing he said made sense still.

I know now that I have to see him again. I have to learn more about this to try to understand why it happened to us…to Danny…to me. I have to understand. I’m going to go back to his house today. I hope he’s there. He never told me what he did for a living, if he worked at all.

PROFILE: Kamlyn Paige

Kamlyn Paige

Birthday: January 13, 1989

Hair: Long, wavy, brown

Eyes: Gray-blue

Height: 5’4″

Personality Traits:

Shy (at first) – We see this mostly in Earth Angel as Kamlyn interacts with the men she meets on the road during her hunt. When John Weston from Washington pursues her while she tries to rid him of a vengeful ghost, she often feels awkward and stammers. When she meets Sari in Nebraska, Kamlyn often questions why he would even want to talk to her. She doesn’t know what to say to him and prefers to listen to him rather than talk about herself.

Sarcastic – Kamlyn is mostly sarcastic with the ones who are closest to her, Cara Bellamy and Don Vander. The more time she spends with Sari and the closer they become, the more comfortable she is with showing him this side of her.

Loyal – Kamlyn keeps her friends close and never lets them go. She has been best friends with Cara Bellamy since the first grade (18 years and counting). She’s been very close with Don Vander since the day they met back in 2013, and even though they haven’t been friends for even two years, she considers him family and often looks to him as a big brother-figure. As Sari becomes a more important man in Kamlyn’s life while he helps her search for her son’s murderer, she has the overwhelming desire to protect him from harm and save him when he needs it.

Honest – Kamlyn has no qualms with telling people the truth, even if it hurts. She would rather them know what she’s really thinking than to have them left in the dark. She expects others to treat her with this same respect.

Family-oriented – Kamlyn loved her mother and father and showed it more often than most teenagers might. She got along with them and looked up to them while they were alive. When she got pregnant, she often thought about her parents and how they raised her, realizing the great job they did and how much she wants her own parenting style to resemble theirs. When Kamlyn finally has her baby boy, Danny, at the age of eighteen, she is immediately in love with him. She always kept him close and spent all her time helping him and teaching him. When she lost Danny abruptly, it almost caused her to lose herself completely. She considered suicide on more than one occasion to be reunited with him and her parents.

Focused – Once Kamlyn decided she believed Don about Danny’s murderer being a demon, she dedicated herself to finding and destroying that demon. From that moment on, she was completely focused on nothing but her training and her hunt. When she was in high school, she was so focused on being a journalist for the school newspaper that she put her actual school work on the back burner.

Somewhat bitter – Kamlyn often says things to express her bitter attitude towards her life. Her son’s father left her, she lost her parents, and saw her own child being murdered. It’s hard for her not to let that affect her outlook on life and how it repeatedly seems to treat her.

Sensitive – Kamlyn carries a lot around with her, not letting things go easily. Even though she may look like she’s doing okay on the outside, that’s because she buries her pain deep down inside her to appear strong. She doesn’t often forget the wrongs done to her, though.

Smart – Even though Kamlyn didn’t apply herself in high school and didn’t end up going to college, she has a strong thirst for knowledge and learning. She learns best “on-the-job” and when she really loves what she’s doing, whether it’s getting rid of a ghost or writing a new article for the school newspaper, she excels at it.

Stuck in the past – Kamlyn can’t let go of what happened to her parents or her son. She continually dreams about Danny and thinks about what it would be like if he were still alive, forgetting to live in the present. She has yet to move on from her losses.

Likes to blend in rather than be the center of attention – Part of this is due to her job. She thinks if she rolls into a town unseen, gets rid of whatever monster it is that’s plaguing it, and sneaks off without anyone noticing that it’s best for everyone involved. Sometimes she has to do illegal things in order to protect people and she likes to avoid being a suspect at all cost. Part of this desire to blend in also comes from her self-esteem. She’s shy and not very outgoing. It’s easier for her to keep quiet and fade into the background than put herself out there and possibly get rejected.

Loves coffee – This is self-explanatory. Kamlyn loves a good steaming cup of hot coffee. Hunting can be an exhausting and demanding job. She can go days without getting more than a few hours of sleep. Caffeine is a must when she’s focused.

Selective of those she allows close to her – Kamlyn only has a handful of people she considers her friends and family. Everyone else she keeps at arms length and does not allow them into her world. This could be because of the way she was raised. She was so close to her parents and Cara as a child that she never felt the need to reach out to others to fill any void. She felt like she had everything she needed between those three people in her life. When she finally let someone else in, her high school boyfriend, Rob, he abandoned her in her time of need. When he found out she was pregnant he tried to convince her to get rid of the baby. When she wouldn’t, he left her and she never saw him again.

Still believes the best in people – Kamlyn sees a lot of awful things while hunting. Most of the time it’s monsters, ghosts, and demons, but occasionally she has to deal with the horrible things that people do to other people. Despite all this, Kamlyn believes in offering her trust and loyalty first and hoping that people live up to it. She will be someone’s greatest friend until they deceive her.

Desires love and normalcy – Kamlyn only had one boyfriend in all her twenty-five years and she craves the love she felt with him. Before she got pregnant, Rob was sweet and affectionate with her. She hasn’t felt that closeness to another man since then. She doesn’t want to drag someone else into her scary world and is also afraid that no one would want to put up with it. It seems to her like everyone she loves ends up dead. She’s afraid to be the reason that anyone else dies around her. She also craves a normal life again. Ever since her son’s murder, she’s become painfully aware to all that lurks in the shadows and wishes that she could go back to being oblivious to it all. There’s still that desire to fall in love, settle down, and start a family again. She just believes it’ll never be possible- that there’s no going back with everything she’s seen.

Supernatural Abilities:

– She can kill with the light inside of her by concentrating it into her palm and shooting it at her victim.

– She can disappear from one place and reappear in another (she later learns to bring people with her).

– She can see the dead and speak with them easily. They often appear to her before others.

– She can travel anywhere in the world just by closing her eyes and searching with her mind.

– She heals quicker than most humans.

Background: Childhood

Kamlyn was born during a blizzard in January of ’89. Winter has always been her favorite time of year and many of the great things that happened in her life happened while it was snowing; including the birth of her son. The day Kamlyn met her best friend Cara, they were in separate classes in the first grade. It was a snowy day in February and both classes decided to combine their recesses so the kids could have extra time to play in the snow. Kamlyn immediately threw herself in the snow and started to make a snow angel. It wasn’t a minute later that Cara did the same right next to Kamlyn, fortifying heir lifelong friendship. In Hunted Angel, it’s snowing the night she goes to the Civil Ball with the Civil War ghost, Thaddeus, and finds her new dog, Blue.

Kamlyn’s mother was a stay-at-home mom up until Kamlyn was in middle school. They spent a lot of time together after school doing various arts and crafts. Her mother saved everything Kamlyn ever wrote or made in organized bins in their garage. After Kamlyn met Cara, they spent every single day together. Most days, Cara would come over after school to play and do crafts. They had many sleepovers at eachother’s houses. Cara became very close with Kamlyn’s parents and vice versa. If Kamlyn stayed the nigh at Cara’s on a Saturday, she was required to attend church with Cara and her parents the following morning. Kamlyn’s family never went to church, except occasionally on holidays. When Kamlyn went to church with Cara, she spent her time listening to the sermons and questioning religion as whole, not quite sure what she believed and what she didn’t. She considered herself agnostic, but liked the wholesome community connection church offered, which is why she wasn’t opposed to going every once-in-a-while.

As Kamlyn and Cara got older, they still didn’t venture much outside of their friendship duo. Other friends would come and go, but they never took time off from eachother. Most evenings after school were spent reading together and watching movies. Sometimes they would act out their favorite scenes from their favorite Disney movies. Cara loved the Disney Princess movies most while Kamlyn was drawn more towards the animal Disney movies, like The Lion King and The Fox and the Hound.

In high school, when Kamlyn joined the school’s newspaper team her sophomore year, she would always have Cara read her articles before they were published. She welcomed her opinions and criticisms to better her writing. Though Cara loved to read as much as Kamlyn did, she never really had the desire to write. She was more content with getting lost in the words and worlds of other writers, such as Kamlyn. Over the years, Kamlyn made several attempts at writing novels and short stories in her spare time. Cara was always the first to read these and always enjoyed them.