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# 137

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Kinsey was going over some paperwork, but he knew Ghost had come into the office. He was waiting for Ghost to say something, or come on in, and was getting uncomfortable, feeling Ghost intently staring at him. His head was hurting from all the stress of what had happened to his club.

Rubbing the back of his head, he closed his eyes. He tried to clear his mind of negative thoughts, but it was impossible, with the pounding pain behind his eyes. He figured Ghost was reading his thoughts. He knew from past experience, that Ghost, being an empath and sensitive, he could feel his pain and try to take it onto himself. He hoped he wasn’t giving him his headache.

He leaned back, sighing. “What is it, Ghost? You look like you want to say something.” He motioned toward the couch, waving Ghost in. Instead of going there, he came around the desk, and knelt down in front of Kinsey.

He grabbed hold of Kinsey’s legs, and put his head in his lap, facing the wall. “I need to tell you some things, Kinsey.”

Kinsey was surprised, but stroked Ghost’s hair, that was streaming over him. “What’s the matter? Look at me.”

Ghost shook his head. “I can’t…not right now. Just listen, ok?”

Kinsey nodded, “Ok, Ghost…I’m listening.”

Ghost cleared his throat, “First, I’m sorry you have a headache. It won’t last long.” He took a deep breath. “I just want to tell you I love you. I already told Steve I love him, too, but he told me to shut up ’cause he was scared. I think I might not be here anymore, so I have to tell you, now. “

“What are you talking about…” Kinsey started, but Ghost shook his head.

“Shhh, just listen…”

Kinsey could feel Ghost’s heart beating against him, and his breath on his arm. ‘

“I feel like I did when I died, before…like I was gone…myself, my soul, was not in me…and, now I feel it again…’cause of the evil. It might…it might…” and Ghost’s tears fell, soaking into Kinsey’s pants leg. “I’m gonna try not to go…and Steve said he’d hold on, and I need you to hold on to me, too…because it wants to take me away. So I had to tell you now, just in case.” He took a shuddery breath.

“Ghost, stop…”

“Shhh…I know your secret,” Ghost said. “It’s ok, I’ve known for a long time. You wanted me real bad that night you slept over in my bed…and I came to you…but you made yourself stop, and pushed me away. It would have been ok…Steve knows I love him. We are always soul mates, forever, and he knows there’s other kinds of love, and wanting to give someone pleasure, to make them feel better. And sometimes I want to do that.” he sighed. “So, it’s ok if you have me tonight, ’cause I might be gone, later.”

Kinsey was astounded. Everything Ghost had said about him was true. He thought he’d hidden his feelings from everyone. He should have known Ghost would know. “Oh, Ghost, you’re right about it all. I am gay…one of you guys. But, I’ve kept it a secret for many years. Guess that’s why I have a soft spot for y’all. I haven’t let myself be me.

Years ago I had a true love, too, but he died a tragic death, an accident, and I vowed there would be no other.” Kinsey paused a moment, remembering. “Times were different back then. No one talked about things like they do now. You guys are so lucky, to be able to declare your love out in the open. But, it’s passed me by. I did feel a need, that night with you. I hadn’t felt that in a long time.

I could never, never act on it, Ghost. It just wouldn’t be right. I love you, Ghost, I always have, but it’s the different kind of love…you understand? If things had been different…well, look at me. I’m old enough to be your father…I feel like I am, in a way…and it would be so wrong.”

Ghost looked up into Kinsey’s eyes. “I understand, Kinsey,” he whispered.

They took a long moment, each sharing the only kind of love they would ever have…through their eyes. Ghost closed his eyes first, a few tears falling from beneath his golden lashes. He licked his lips, and took a deep breath.

Kinsey smiled, even as his heart broke, for this wounded child…and for himself, for never having had the kind of longlasting love he’d always wanted…the kind Ghost and Steve had.

“Now,” said Kinsey, “about this other stuff…you are not going anywhere. I’ll take down anyone that tries to carry you away. Do you understand that?”

“Yes, I understand, Kinsey…and thank you. I hope it doesn’t happen, and I know you’ll help me if it does.” Ghost sat back, wiping the tears from his face.

“Ok, then…” Kinsey said, “when is that lover of yours getting back? I’m starving…aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Ghost grinned.


And, as if right on cue, Steve came in through the back door. “Hey, I’m back, y’all,” he said, coming into the office. He saw Kinsey and Ghost still behind the desk. “What did I miss?”

“Just us talking about stuff,” Ghost said, as he got up off the floor.

“Here, grab these boxes and take them out to a table, Ghost. I’ll get us something to drink.”

As Ghost left the office, Steve looked at Kinsey, who was slightly flushed. “Ok, out with it, Kinsey.”

“Out with it?” Kinsey frowned, “out with what?”

“Dammit, Kinsey, I told Ghost not to bother you with his crazy, hocus-pocus shit. But did he listen…hell no. I can already tell he got you upset, didn’t he?” Steve shook his head.

“It’s ok, Steve. Yeah, we discussed it some. He’s really scared.”

“I know, so am I. I begged him to call it off, but you know how that went. I’m tired of talking about it, already. I’m telling Trevor we’re doing it tomorrow night. Whatever happens over there, it’s gonna be over, for good.” He went out to get the sodas, from the kitchen.

Kinsey followed, rubbing the back of his neck, again. Ghost had put the pizzas on a table, by the arcade room, and was now playing a game. Kinsey opened his coke, and swallowed a couple of Advil, in the hopes it would ease the headache pain.

“Come on, Ghost,” Steve hollered, “it’s time to eat.”

Ghost finished his game, then looked at Kinsey. “You should have let me give you a potion, but those Advil will make it better, too,” he smiled.

Kinsey’s heart lurched. He knew Ghost had not seen him take the pills. “Maybe next time,” he said.

As they ate, they kept the conversation light. All three of them were trying to ignore the serious subject that was on all their minds. “Well, thanks for the grub, guys, but I have to get back to work,” Kinsey said, getting up.

“I gotta get back to work, too,” Ghost said, as he pushed back from the table. “Gotta wash some more walls,” he said, as if it was hard labor.

Kinsey and Steve burst out laughing.

“What?” Ghost asked.

Kinsey headed back to his office, while Ghost went to the wall, and started washing. Steve cleaned up the pizza boxes, then came to see how Ghost was doing. They both scrubbed awhile longer.

“You done for today, Ghost? We need to go tell Trevor about tomorrow.”

“Why don’t ya just call him?”

“I tried a bunch of times, but he didn’t answer.

“What? Why didn’t you tell me? Nobody’s heard from them all day…something’s wrong over there.”

“Calm down, they probably slept all day. That fire kept everybody awake. I’m surprised Kinsey’s still up. We’ll go over and check on them, ok?” Steve said.

“Yeah, I’ll tell Kinsey we’re leaving,” Ghost said.

“Ok, then,” Kinsey said. “I’m going to stay over at Terry’s tonight. My room is still messed up.” He walked out the back door with them, locking up as they all left.


They were quiet on the drive out to Violin Road. Steve was afraid of what they’d find. Ghost was trying to block out everything…to not be open for evil to grab him.


Next part coming soon!

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© 2017 BS


This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

warning      warning      warning      warning

The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.





Awhile back I posted a photo of a jigsaw puzzle I completed. Since then I’ve finished three more. They are fun to do, but takes several days for me to work them. Here’s the latest ones:

Sugar Skull

This one took the longest – it was pretty difficult! There is a piece missing. It was a brand new puzzle, though, so I may have just lost the piece somewhere.

Furry Friends

This one was easier, but had some trouble spots, mostly the shaggy dog parts, and even the cat! I liked the picture of cute animals.


This last one I finished today. It says it’s a Kodak Decades puzzle depicting the 40s.

It was fairly easy, as it had a lot of things to identify on there, like the written letter.

I’ll be starting a new one later today! 🙂


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Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Spring – Wood


This time we were to find photos of signs of Spring, and also anything wood. Here we have tree branches, trunks, and bark. We also have Spring buds on the tree, and pretty blossoms. Spring also means those pretty yellow flowers known as dandelions. Then we have racks of seed packets. I love looking at all the varieties of seeds for fruits, vegetables, and flowers that can be planted in the spring. Wish I had a green thumb and could grow some. I try. 🙂



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I was happy to be nominated/tagged for the 5 Day Music Challenge recently. I do like all kinds of music, so this should be fun.

Thanks you, Suze, for the chance to participate.

Here’s a link to her blog, “Obsolete Childhood”. Do go give her a visit, as her blog is entertaining, and she speaks her mind on lots of topics. 🙂

 The rules

    Post a different song quote for five consecutive days.

   Post what the song quote means to you (optional).

   Post the song that the quote is from.

    Nominate two different bloggers every day of the challenge.


This is the final day of the music challenge. It’s been fun! To round out the 5 days, I leave you with one more novelty song. It’s called “Purple People Eater”. The song was written and sung by Sheb Wolley. It was released in 1958, on the MGM label.

Here’s the quote:

I said Mr. Purple People Eater, what’s your line
He said it’s eatin’ purple people and it sure is fine
But that’s not the reason that I came to land
I wanna get a job in a rock and roll band



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Find out how to join in this challenge, and see other entries by clicking the link below.

Thanks for hosting this challenge, Norm!


These photos of doors are some I found. That is, I found the photos someone took of places with doors. I find all kinds of photos from yard sales, so I buy them. I don’t know the people or the places they’ve photographed, but it is so interesting to see them, while imagining their stories.

These were only labeled Switzerland countryside. There was a photo of a couple who looks to be on their honeymoon. Here’s the doors. I don’t know what that last one is…just a little door in an ornate looking thing? There was nothing else in the photo.


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Share Your World – March 27, 2017


Does your first or middle name have any significance (or were you named after another family member)?

I wasn’t named after anyone, first or middle name.

Music or silence while working?

Either one. Mostly the TV is on some boring show, and I have to ignore it, as it’s right by my desk here. If I ever get a chance, I turn it on mute. Sometimes I’ll put on ‘my’ kind of music, sometimes I just enjoy the silence for awhile.

If you had a special place for your three most special possessions (not including photos, electronics, people or animals), what would they be?

Are you asking where would the special places be, or what would be the special possessions? From the list of no-nos, I don’t have a lot of other things that would be special, and would need a special place to keep them. My writing notebooks would be a major one, though, and I keep most of them in a metal file cabinet. I need a larger one though, because they don’t all fit in the one. I keep my inexpensive jewelry in several jewelry boxes. Would medicines be a special possession? I keep mine in a kitchen cabinet.

The Never List: What are things you know you never will do?

I will never…get in a lake on purpose, parachute from a plane, be intentionally mean to a person or animal

I will never like… fish, sports, bullys, sickness, wars


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Warning…adult content



# 136

warning…adult content


When Steve told him about the fire at the Yew, Ghost just made himself another sandwich. His mind was reeling, though. Steve came back, ready to go out the door but saw Ghost just standing there, his eyes unfocused.

“Ghost, what is it…go get dressed, we have to go.” He waited a second, but Ghost didn’t respond. “What the hell…wake up.” Steve shook Ghost’s shoulders.

This brought Ghost out of his head, for a minute. “What?”

Steve pushed him down the hall. “Get dressed, we gotta go to the club…now.”

“Why?” Ghost asked, as he slowly pulled on some jeans, and a hooded sweat shirt. “I can’t find my shoes…did you see ’em anywhere?”

“Did you hear what I said, before,” Steve asked, “that there was a fire at the club, overnight?”

“Yeah, I heard ya.” Ghost had finally found his sneakers.

“Well, why are you acting all weird? You looked like you were in a trance, or something. And, now, you’re not even worried about Kinsey?”

Ghost shrugged, “He’s ok…but, he won’t be, if Trevor and Zach stay there some more.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“It was the evil spirit that Trevor brought with him, that made the fire, but it was just to scare them.” Ghost said. “But, it liked their reaction, being scared. So, it’ll try it bigger next time. So, I’m acting weird ’cause I’m not gonna give it a reaction.”

He was nodding his head, sure of what he was telling Steve. “I’m not gonna be scared of it, ’cause it feeds on scaredness. So, you should calm down, Steve, or it’ll latch onto your scaredness, and you don’t want it to, so anyway…”  he trailed off, looking dazed.

“Fuck, I have no idea what you just said…and those words you used weren’t even real words, but I understood exactly what you were saying…and now, I’m talking crazy,” Steve said. “So, are you scared for real, or not?”

Ghost nodded, his eyes finally showing some emotion. “But, I can’t say it out loud. It knows, though.”

“Well, come on, we have to go over there. You act however you have to, but I need to check on him.”

“Yeah, guess we could go visit for awhile,” Ghost said, gliding out of the room, and out the front door.

Steve took a deep breath, and followed him. This situation gets weirder every minute…


They drove down the highway toward Missing Mile. Ghost was trying to write in his notebook, even though the moving car made the marker jiggle, leaving random marks on the page.

“What are you writing, now?” Steve asked.

“Oh, just the dream I had last night.”

“So, you gonna tell me about it?”

Ghost looked up from the page, “I don’t know…it seems to be not connected, but it might be.”

“Connected to what?” Steve asked.

“The fire…I saw dark clouds swirling around, and I thought it was a tornado…but, maybe it was smoke from the fire. And then you remember, Spirit saw something in our room, last night. You know they can do that. Maybe it was dark demon clouds in our room, too. I don’t know.” Ghost said.

Steve almost ran off the road, when he heard that. “What the hell, Ghost? You tell me to try and not be scared, then you scare the crap outta me. Why…why do you do that?”

“I’m just saying stuff. I didn’t mean you should be scared, Steve.”

Steve sighed, “Whatever…I just don’t want, what did you call it…dark demon clouds…in our room.”

“Me either, that’s why we have to try to get rid of them.” Ghost said.

“Well, I want to get this over with. I’m telling Zach we’re coming over tomorrow to do it.”

“Ok, I’m ready,” Ghost said.


They pulled up in front of the Sacred Yew. Everything on the outside looked fine. The street was quiet, as no one was out and about. As soon as they opened the door, though, they could smell the smoke, and see black soot scumming the walls and ceiling. The club floor was damp from the water from the fire hoses. They went on back to the office. As they stepped in, Kinsey nodded, but was on the phone. After a minute or two, he hung up.

“That was my insurance company. Thank goodness I had this place covered.”

“What happened, Kinsey?” Steve asked. “I mean, Terry called and said there was a fire, but…”

“Yeah, it started in the kitchen. They’re still evaluating why, or what caused it. I know everything was shut off, when I closed up. Maybe it was the wiring or something,” Kinsey said. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his face.

“We’re glad you’re ok, Kinsey,” Ghost said.

“Hell, me too. I heard the smoke alarm going off, probably three a. m. , and I was sound asleep. Thought I’d have a heart attack. Smoke was already up here in my room. I called the fire department, and ran down here, but couldn’t see a thing. The fire trucks were already here, and they busted in the door…man, those sirens and lights must have woke up the whole town,” Kinsey shook his head.

“It was the demon,” Ghost said.

“Huh?” Kinsey frowned.

“It wasn’t the wires, it was the demon that Trevor brought over here, that caused the fire.”

“What’s he going on about, Steve?” Kinsey asked.

“Nothing, just scary shit…you know how he is,” Steve said. He gave Ghost a warning look.

“But, Steve…he has to know…to not act scared, anymore.”

“I’m not scared, Ghost…just tired.”

“Well, we’re fixing the problem tomorrow night, when we do the séance,” Steve said. “Where’s Trevor and Zach, anyway?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen them since the fire,” Kinsey said.

“They’re at their house,” Ghost said. “They didn’t want to bring more trouble over here.”

“What trouble are you talking about? They didn’t start the fire.”

Ghost sighed, “It was the demon, Kinsey. The one from their house, that followed them over here. That’s the trouble.”

“Ghost, would ya stop with the demon crap…it’s a bunch of malarkey…you know it is, so stop it already. That séance is just a game people make up to scare themselves,” Kinsey said. As he looked at Ghost, into his eyes, though, he got a strange shiver. He knew Ghost was not lying. Either this stuff was real, or Ghost totally believed it was. Whichever, now Kinsey was actually getting scared.

Ghost stared at Kinsey for a minute, then shook his head to clear it. “I have to wash my wall. Where’s some rags, Kinsey?” He stood up, headed for the door.

“There’s a cleaning crew coming in later. You don’t have to do it,” Kinsey said

Ghost turned around, looking sad. “It’s my walls, and I’ll do it.

Kinsey shrugged, “Ok, then…there are some rags in the supply closet.”

Ghost went to get them, and a pail of soapy water. Kinsey looked at Steve. “What’s with him today?”

“He’s in a weird mood, Kinsey. I guess just go along for the ride, is all we can do.” He went out to help Ghost wash the walls.

Ghost was carefully wiping soot off all the writing. “Hey, Steve…good thing all this marker ink is the permanent kind.”

“Yeah, it’s staying on real good,” Steve said.

They worked side by side for a couple of hours. There was still a long way to go, but their arms were getting tired.

“We can do some more later, but I need a break,” Steve said. “Let’s go get something to eat.”

Ghost stretched, rolling his shoulders around. “Can we get pizza?”

“Sure, if that’s what you want. Guess the diner is still open. Come on, let’s go.”

“Uh, Steve…why don’t you go and bring some back…and get enough for Kinsey, too.”

“You don’t want to go?”

“No, I’m gonna go talk to Kinsey,” Ghost said.

“Ok, then, but he don’t want to hear anymore about the séance. He’s got enough to worry about, with this mess here, ok?”

“Yeah, ok,” Ghost looked down.

“I mean it, Ghost,” Steve said.

“I got other stuff to talk about, anyway,” Ghost said, “go get us some pizza.”

Steve raised an eyebrow, at that, but went on out to pick up a pizza for them all.

Ghost went into Kinsey’s office. He stood there, staying just inside the door, waiting to be invited all the way in. He had some things he wanted to tell Kinsey, but he didn’t know how to start.


Next part coming soon!

Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{


This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

warning      warning      warning      warning

The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.