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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Suspense/Thriller
Description: Rick and Ernie have found the perfect loft apartment on Chicago's west side. But before they are even settled, Rick begins having strange "dreams" that seem all too real. A young man, emaciated, with sad brown eyes, appears to him, frightening and obsessing him.

From their next-door neighbor, Paula, Rick learns of the gay couple, Karl and Tommy, who lived there before them. Paula had been close to them and Tommy's mysterious disappearance still pains her. When she shares a photo of her with Tommy and Karl, Rick is shocked and troubled. Tommy is the man who has appeared to him in his dreams.

The dreams and the revelation put Rick on a quest to discover the truth about Tommy's disappearance. It's a quest that will lead him to Karl, Tommy's lover, who may know more about Tommy's disappearance than he's telling, and a confrontation with a restless spirit who wants only to, finally, rest in peace...

Genres: Gay / Paranormal / Ghosts / Hauntings / Suspense / Thriller
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: January 2012

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [94 KB]
Words: 20259
Reading time: 57-81 min.

It seemed as though only moments had passed when I heard someone jiggling the doorknob. "Ernie!" I cried out, rousing myself from the floor, where I had just about drifted off into a wiped-out slumber. "We are not going to have the same problem with keys in this place that we had on Eastwood, are we?" I had accused my man of senility more than one time because of his annoying habit of seldom knowing where he had left his keys.

I brushed the dust off the seat of my pants and started toward the door. Before I reached it, though, the door swung open.

Ernie was not on the other side. I sucked in some air.

Instead, a complete stranger stood in the doorway. He was about my age, mid-twenties, and stood about five-foot-four with a too-thin frame that made me want to feed him a few Giordano's pizzas. The guy had dark, buzzed hair and a matching goatee. His skin, even in this dim light, looked ashen, marred by sores in various stages of healing. He stood just over the threshold and the weird thing was, it was like he didn't even see me. Dark eyes darted about our new home, as if he were looking for something.

"Hello?" I said, standing still. I think I was too weirded out to be scared at this point. I just assumed maybe he had the wrong apartment. He certainly looked harmless enough. In fact, if I put enough breath behind it, I thought I could probably blow him off his feet.

But he didn't answer. He continued to look right through me, as though I wasn't standing there, all six-feet-two inches of me. Other than stacks of boxes, rolled up rugs tied with twine, and furniture shoved at odd angles, I was pretty hard to miss, even in the orange-tinted light seeping in from our huge window.