Jennifer S. Benson
Bio
Jennifer is both a fiction author and mindset coach. Her newest series, The Brink of Sanity takes you on a paranormal journey into the unknown and the terrifying. Do you think you are brave enough?https://www.udemy.com/user/jenniferbenson/
Stories (42/0)
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"I know you, that's what I said to him. It was that moment when you have this clarity and confusion all that the same time." Victoria paused as she looked off into the distance. The room had gotten colder and she wasn't sure of anything anymore. 'What if it is the shadow men controlling the temperature?' she thought to herself.
By Jennifer S. Benson 2 years ago in Fiction
The Sound of His Voice
"Your mother's murderer?! I don't understand," the aid said as she stood even closer towards her patient. She knew the rules about getting too close to them because patients like Victoria had lost their grasp on reality. Yet she was so intrigued by this story of affairs, betrayal and murder. Victoria had been so much more than she expected when she agreed to let her record the video.
By Jennifer S. Benson 2 years ago in Fiction
Do You Believe in Love At First Sight?
I had been waiting at the Starbucks for over an hour. Two frapps later, my confidence failed me. 'He isn't coming,' the thought pierced my mind as I held my sweaty palms together and pretended that it didn't bother me. Thankfully, I had brought my laptop with me to work on some new designs so the time had passed relatively quickly.
By Jennifer S. Benson 2 years ago in Fiction
You don't have to continue...
As Victoria sat on the chair facing the camera in the cold empty room her heart felt heavy. "You can continue," the aid said as she patted the side of her thick thigh. The sound of her southern accent seemed to throw Victoria off but just slightly. "Yeah...ok. So as I was saying I was sitting at a local cafe talking to a friend. I said to her, 'There are some days when it feels as though time is standing still. I still miss her, it’s been 5-years but I still miss her.'" As Victoria spoke the words she found herself transported back to that cafe in her mind.
By Jennifer S. Benson 2 years ago in Fiction
There are things that go bump in the night
The cool breeze whisked across her face from the window. She turned towards the camera that had been placed in the center of the room. A solitary desk and one chair were all that furnished the empty space. The white walls colored the room giving it the feeling of being locked in. The reality was, she was locked in. The door leading out of this room was locked from the outside and the bars on the open window were not wide enough for her to slip through. She ran her fingers through her tangled brown hair before wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
By Jennifer S. Benson 2 years ago in Fiction
My Name is Michael
The entity inhabiting Michelle's body roared with laughter at the sight of David running. “Run, little human, run for your life,” the entity mocked David. The sound of the laughter coming from the woman that he loved ripped him from his terror and reminded him of what he was trying to save. David pulled himself out of his fear. He stopped running and stood in place. His hands trembled as he willed himself to turn around and face the body of his wife being inhabited by a monster. As he slowly turned around, the red eyes stared back at him and his heart was once more drenched in fear.
By Jennifer S. Benson 2 years ago in Fiction
The Lights Came On
“What happened?” Michelle asked as she moved to try to find her phone to see what she might be able to see in the darkness. Her hands frantically searched for the device that would literally shed light in the darkness. “I found it,” she said with joyful glee.
By Jennifer S. Benson 2 years ago in Fiction
I Am Doing You A Kindness
They clung to each other in a desperate attempt to feel protected from the things that go bump in the night. Michelle’s breathing had become labored. The fear was so deeply entrenched inside of her that she didn’t know what was going to happen next. She feared her heart would implode from the strain.
By Jennifer S. Benson 2 years ago in Fiction