Thousand Oaks Reading Group discussion

I'm new to this group. Here's a short bio about me.:

A paralegal by day, she’s an author by night. Apart from being an award winning author for her short story "Cut", Reina has appeared in a blaze and made her mark on the literary world. Having studied and obtained her Bachelor’s Degree in Literature/Creative Writing, she has found her unique style and is known for her works' distinctive voice, making every character stand out in her thriller and paranormal works.

Reina is a member of International Thriller Writers (ITW) and of Sisters in Crime, Los Angeles Chapter and nationally. Reina is also an executive editor for Suspense Magazine. She has been interviewed in the newspaper and on the radio with relation to her fiction work. She has been a co-host on Suspense Radio.

Please read more about Starr at www.QueenWriter.com or visit her blog at www.qw-blog.blogspot.com.

Also, is it proper to let you all know of an upcoming release of mine? If so, I'd be happy to share the prologue.

I'd love to hear about it, thanks!

Thanks. Then, here it is. I would love comments.

PROLOGUE

I tried to tell them it was going to happen, but nobody would listen to me. They all said I was just having bad dreams, or that I was crazy.

It started when I was at my father’s funeral. It’s been so long since it first began, about eight years ago. Sometimes though, it seems like yesterday. My father was there. No, I don’t mean just in the casket. He was there. He was talking to me, begging me to tell Mom that we all needed to run and hide. He said we were all in danger.

I asked him why he didn’t just tell Mom and he said he tried, but she wasn’t listening. I heard him just fine. But I didn’t believe him. Why would we be in danger? We can’t just leave. I have all my friends here. When I told him this, he said it was important, that it was a matter of life and death.

I guess when it first happened I didn’t pay any heed to his warning. We went on with our lives. Mom was grief stricken, Kyle was in his own world and I was just trying to shut my father out of my mind. Was I going crazy? What was wrong with me? Dad was dead, but I could still see and hear him talking to me.

If I tell you the story, will you believe me?