The Soul Catcher book 2

"Can you hear that?" I ask, stopping in the middle of the street.

"Hear what?"

"Screaming, someone's screaming."

I spin around the spot looking for the person I can hear, but everyone looks fine. And no one else seems to be looking.

"Jemma."

I'm startled out of my trance and look into Rippers concerned face.

"No one's screaming Jemma," he tells me.

But there is, I can hear them, and it's getting louder as though the person is getting closer.

Closing my eyes I try reaching out with my other senses.

Instantly I hit something.

A big black roiling mass of hatred and anger. I try pulling myself away scared of getting trapped when I stop.

My eyes fling open and I look around me like a woman possessed.

The screaming starts to get louder, a pressure building on the inside of my head.

"What's happening Jemma? "

I'm only dimly aware that anyone else is speaking to me, all concentration focused on trying to find the screaming.

I open all my senses with my eyes open and start going dizzy as I see everyone's souls kind of floating in front of them. The souls moving a fraction of a second before the body.

Scanning around everyone, I immediately become drenched in sweat and fear as I see the darkness walking towards me. No soul floating in front of the man. Just pure darkness.

He comes to a stop in front of me and my heart freezes. His eyes are dead.

The screaming is louder.

I want to turn away but a movement in the eyes pulls me in. The reflection of a another person staring back at me, screaming for help.

My eyes close tight, trying to block out the terrified face that's looking back at me.

Eventually I feel him walk away and Rippers familiar hands grip into my shoulders.

A near scream tears from my throat and I grip Rippers hands.

"He's got a soul trapped in there, a soul that doesn't belong to him. "