TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 143 – The Seance – Part 2

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 143 – The Seance – Part 2

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Warning…adult content

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 143 (the séance, part 2)

warning…adult content

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Ghost began to talk, as he shivered. “It’s so cold here, and dark.” His voice sounded like a little boy.

Trevor gasped, “That’s my little brother.”

Ghost spoke again, “Trevor, Trevor…save yourself…go hide.” It was a woman’s voice, this time, very thready and faint.

Trevor started sobbing, “My mother…that’s what she said when she was dying, right over there in the hall.”

Steve wasn’t even paying attention to where the camera was pointing, just pushing the button over and over, click-click-click.

Then Ghost said, in a deep man’s voice, “It’s too fucking hot in here. Might as well be in hell, than try to raise a family in this godforsaken town. Might as well be dead.”

Ghost was pouring sweat, now. He got up from the table, and began acting out what had happened that night of the murder/suicide. He was making chopping motions, as he went from room to room in the house. He was out of the circle of protection. In the bathroom, he acted out poking at the little boy wedged between the toilet and the tub. “I can’t reach you back there, you little bastard,” he yelled. Giving up on trying to kill the boy, he acted out taking his belt, hanging himself on the shower rod.

The guys were staring wide-eyed, as Ghost came back to the table. He got right up in Trevor’s face, and shouted. “I wanted to kill you, too, but you got away. I didn’t want any of you here…this is my house, not yours. I made him do it…the same as they made me do it to my family, over a hundred years ago. I’ve been trapped in this evil so long, I’ve become the evil, and passed it down to everyone that has ever lived on this property. And it will be you next, to carry on the evil, Trevor. This is a warning…get out now, or I will possess you and you will kill everyone you love.”

Ghost’s face was scaring everyone, now. He was snarling the words, gnashing his teeth, and hate was blazing in his eyes. In the back of Kinsey’s mind he remembered, this wasn’t the first murder that had taken place in this house.

Then, Ghost’s voice changed again, to a high-pitched sneer. “You’ll never get rid of me…you’re too scared…little prissy faggot boy…don’t know how to fight. Can’t stand up for himself…hahahah.”

At this, Trevor stood up, knocking his chair over, and shouted back at Ghost. “Shut up, shut up…you think you’re evil? Well, you’re not. You’re dead and you have no control over us…over me. You’ll not possess me or anyone here. Now go away…leave us alone. It ends here.” He grabbed his machete knife and started swinging at Ghost.

Everyone jumped out of their chairs, and out of the way, screaming for Trevor to stop. Ghost was able to move fast, and then he seemed to disappear…at least to everyone there. In their minds was projected a dark, swirling, black mist, where Ghost had been. Ghost was still there in the room, but nobody could see him, now. This stopped Trevor from swinging the knife.

Ghost had ran to Steve, as he came out of his trance. He grabbed Steve’s arm, and as Steve couldn’t see him, he screamed, thinking the demon had grabbed him. Ghost let go of him, and remembered one more thing he was supposed to do.

There was one more little bottle on the table, the one labeled ‘in case of demons’. Ghost grabbed it, and in his own voice, yelled…”Here, you fucking demon…look me in the eye…you will be gone from here…forever more.” As the mist seemed to turn, Ghost threw the contents of the bottle full on into the swirling, black mass. There was an ear-splitting scream that emanated from the demon, and as it died away, so the mist evaporated.

Ghost stood there shaking, looking at everyone. They all were in shock. Trevor had dropped the machete, and fell to his knees, crying, “It’s over, it’s over.” Zach was crying and hugging Trevor. Terry had backed up clear to the far wall, outside the circle of candles. He looked dazed. Kinsey was actually under the table, staring out from under the cloth, but was still writing, without even looking.

Steve’s vision had come back, as had everyone’s, and he was down on his knees, thanking God that Ghost was back. Ghost felt like he was having a heart attack. He was drained of energy, and breath. He felt lightheaded, and little sparkles of stars came into his vision…then everything went black, and he fell to the floor in a faint.

Steve crawled over to him, begging him to be alive, to wake up…something. “Ghost, wake up, it’s over. You did it…you got rid of the evil spirit.” He held Ghost’s limp body in his arms, and smoothed back his hair. “C’mon Ghost…please wake up.” He looked around the room at the others, “Get me some water, go get me some water.”

Terry stumbled into the kitchen, where he found a bottle of water on the counter. “Here it is, Steve,” he said, giving it to him.

Steve dabbed some onto Ghost’s face and hair. Kinsey came out from under the table, grabbed the bottle from Steve, saying, “Like this,” and he dumped the whole bottle into Ghost’s face. Ghost came up sputtering, wiping water off him. “Ya trying to drown me or something?”

“You’re back, Ghost, you’re back,” Steve hugged him close.

“What happened?” Ghost asked, looking around the room, confused.

“What do ya mean?” Steve asked.

“Did it work? I don’t remember anything,” Ghost said, running his fingers through his wet hair.

“Did it work? Guys, what do y’all think, did it work? I’ll say it did,” Steve laughed. Everyone agreed and high-fived each other, congratulating Ghost.

“That was the awesomest thing I ever seen,” Terry said, “and I wasn’t even trippin'”

Trevor and Zach gave Ghost a big hug, “Thank you…I think the evil is gone…I can’t feel it, anymore,” Trevor said.

Kinsey had gone around blowing out the candles, when he noticed something. It was light outside…the sun had come up…it was dawn. “Guys, look…” he pointed to the bedroom, and to the windows. The vines were going away, curling up and turning brown. The sun was able to shine through, now.

“Wow, I never seen it without the vines,” Zach said.

They all wandered around looking; the whole house had a fresh feeling, already. “Bring me the sage, and a lighter, Steve,” Ghost said. “I still have to cleanse the house, to make sure.” Lighting the bundles, he walked into every room, spreading the sage smoke around until they were burnt out. “Now, it’s over,” he sighed.

“What now,” asked Trevor.

“Go on with your life, Trevor. This chapter is closed. The evil should have no hold on you now, or ever again. It’s up to you what you make of it, from now on,” Ghost said.

Terry was gathering up the chairs and table, while Steve packed up Ghost’s things, and the camera and recorder. “I say we all go to the diner and have a celebration breakfast,” Steve said.

“Pancakes,” Ghost laughed. “I want pancakes,”

“Me too,” Trevor said.

They all agreed, so headed out to their cars. It had been a long, crazy night. As they pulled away from the house, they could see that the vines were dropping leaves, leaving the house in full view.

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Next part coming soon!

Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

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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.

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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.

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4 responses »

  1. I can’t judge anything from here. The talking heads do what they are paid to do – talk. I’ve tuned them out, every last one. It isn’t that I don’t care. It’s that I’m powerless to make a difference.

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