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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 132

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 132

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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Everything seemed to be coming together for the big Halloween show at Kinsey’s club, the Sacred Yew.

“Okay, so are y’all ready…got your show planned, Zach?” Kinsey asked. “Terry says he’s ready, and will be over in, oh, probably another hour. And, R. J. called; he’s going to be here as soon as he can.”

“Yeah, I’m going to go over a few things, now,” Zach said. He and Trevor went over to the stage, to get started.

“Did you find our costumes, Trevor?”

“Yes, they’re in the bedroom.”

“This ought to be fun, tonight…everybody dressed up funny. I hope I can remember the words to the songs,” Zach said.

Trevor smiled…”You will, and if you forget, look at me…I’ll be right in front, and I’ll say them to you.” He hugged Zach, and they continued the preparations. When they were finished, they went upstairs to put on their costumes.

Trevor had found a red and white, checkered, western type shirt, that he paired with tight jeans, and cowboy boots. He then made two long braids of his hair, and put on a straw hat. Zach was going for a scary look. He rubbed gel into his hair, making it stick up in spikes, and wore a black leather vest, with no shirt under it. His black and gray cammo, cargo pants were tucked into heavy Army boots. Adding a black, spiked dog collar and wide black cuffs on his wrists, he was ready.

“Let’s see,” Zach said, and he and Trevor revealed their looks to each other. Then, they died laughing.  “Who the hell are you supposed to be” Zach asked, “…Willie Nelson?”

“I don’t know, just a western kind of guy, I guess…and, anyway…I thought you were gonna be scary, Dude,” Trevor laughed. “You look like a punked out biker.”

“Yeah, I kinda do, don’t I?”

They joked around a few more minutes, then went back downstairs. Terry had arrived by then, and was on the stage, setting up his drums. He did a double-take, when he saw Zach and Trevor. “Hey, y’all are cool looking,” he said.

“You are, too, man,” Zach said, nodding at how Terry’s costume was exactly right for him. Terry was in full hippy heaven…bright, tie-dyed t-shirt, bell bottom jeans, flat leather sandals, and a long leather vest with fringe on the ends. Topping it all off, he’d put on a long, ratty looking wig, with a rolled up bandana tied around his head. He had accessorized with long strands of multi-colored, beaded necklaces, and little John Lennon sunglasses.

“Yeah, this is the kind of stuff I wore, back in the day,” Terry laughed. “I mean…this is me.” He laughed and mimicked smoking a joint, then winked, “For later, Dudes, for real…dig?”

Kinsey came over, just then to see how things were progressing. “Love the looks, guys. Where’s R. J.?”

“Oh, he’ll be here,” Terry said, “he called to say he’d be here on time, and not to worry.”

They all looked toward the door, as if on cue, as R. J. did come in, his bass guitar case in hand. “Sorry guys, I had to fix a flat on my car.”

“That’s it?” Terry asked, looking at what kind of costume R. J. was wearing.

“What? Something the matter with it?” R. J. asked, looking down at his clothes.

He had on flannel pajamas, top and bottom, and fuzzy house slippers. That was all. But, the design on the outfit wasn’t even for Halloween…it was for Christmas…Santa Claus and reindeer.

Kinsey laughed, “That suits you, R. J. …I love it.” He slapped him on the back. “One hour, guys, then I open the door.”

They plugged in and tuned up, running a few tunes through the speakers. As they were doing that, Steve and Ghost arrived. They stopped in the office, to say hi to Kinsey.

“Hey, Kinsey,” Ghost bounded in, immediately taking a picture of Kinsey, at his desk.

Steve came hobbling in on his crutches and orange cast. “How’s it going, Kinsey?”

“Well, look at y’all,” Kinsey said, getting up to get a closer look at them. “I’m not sure who or what y’all are supposed to be, but ya look pretty cool.”

Ghost was prowling around the office, moving things around on the desk, and bookshelves. “Ya got any candy around here?”

Steve motioned to Kinsey, and mouthed the words, “No more candy for Ghost,” and shook his head.

Kinsey nodded and winked, “Got ‘cha. … Hey, Ghost, why does your hat say Papa?” he asked. “What’s it mean?”

“Oh, you know, one of those guys that takes pictures of celebrities, when they don’t want their picture taken…one of those Papa guys…that’s me. I’m gonna take pictures of everyone, tonight, then I’ll put them all on the wall, later, so we can remember what a good time we’re gonna have,” Ghost explained. “I thought it up all by myself, and I planned it a  long time ago…and, do you have any candy…I really need some…do I gotta say trick-or-treat first?” He stopped searching the office, waiting for Kinsey to show him where the candy was. “Oh, and Steve, well he’s …he’s…what is it you are, anyway?” Ghost rambled on and on.

“Get him out of here, Steve,” Kinsey said. “I’ve got stuff to do.”

“C’mon, Ghost, there’s pictures to be taken,” Steve said, herding Ghost out of the office, and into the club.

“Hey, we’re here…we’re here…” Ghost hollered over at the others. “don’t pay no attention, and don’t hit me, ’cause I’m a Papa.” He bounced around, snapping candid shots of Zach, Trevor, R.J. and Terry.

Trevor and Zach, laughed, and shrugged. They didn’t know what to expect, after their earlier talk with Kinsey, and the weird afternoon they’d had with Ghost.

Steve commented on everyone’s costume, then went to find a seat at the bar. “How’s it coming along?” he asked Kinsey.

“Going good. I’ll open up in a few minutes, then it’ll be a madhouse in here.”

Steve laughed, “Yeah, just the way you like it. Oh, and when we drove up, there was already a ton of people waiting to get in here. Saw some really crazy costumes, too.”

“Well, guess it’s time to let ’em in, then,” Kinsey said. He went toward the big front door of his club. He hollered over to the stage…”I’m opening the door, guys…y’all be playing in thirty minutes; give them time to get drinks and food, first.”

Terry gave him a thumbs up, as they all headed back to the dressing room.

Ghost stood in front of the door, bouncing around hollering ‘smile’, and snapping pictures as fast as he could. Everyone had on crazy outfits, and were ready to have a good time. The club filled up fast; the bar area, and tables were waiting room only, and Kinsey kept the food and drinks coming. The arcade lights on the games were flashing, and a game of pool was already heating up. There were people at the wall, reading and scribbling their thoughts, and everyone admiring each other’s costumes. The noise was already loud, and it was time for the band to start.

Ghost was still taking pictures, when Gumbo took to the stage, and Terry banged on the drums to get the first song started. R. J. and Zach began their intro, while Calvin, was still trying to get his guitar tuned. He’d come in at the last minute, making some excuse about boyfriend problems. He was wearing a Dracula outfit, looking the part in a cape, tux jacket, and top hat. He wore fake fangs with fake blood on them, which gave him trouble, as he tried to sing, spraying red drops all over himself, his guitar, and the stage.

Ghost had taken pictures of so many people, he was ready for a break, so he went to find a sandwich, and a beer, at the bar. He hopped up on a stool by Steve. “Hey, Steve…this is so much fun.”

“Yeah, everyone is having a good time.”

“What’s the matter, Steve, you don’t look like you’re having a good time,” Ghost looked closer at Steve, there in the dim light.

“Yeah, I am. I’m just tired of sitting here; my butt’s gone to sleep,” Steve said, wiggling around.

Ghost giggled, “Well get up, then.”

“Uh-huh, and get knocked over by all the people in here.”

“Sheesh, you’re being crabby,” Ghost said. He looked over at the crowd. “Nobody will knock you down…they see ya coming…watch…” He jumped down, and pulled Steve’s hand, until he got down from the barstool, too. He grabbed his crutches, just as Ghost started pushing him toward the dance floor.

“What? What’re you doing, Ghost…wait…stop… oh, no…no ya don’t…I’m not dancing out there, I can barely hobble around…Ghost, stop pushing me.” But, Ghost didn’t stop…he kept pushing Steve, and hollering to the crowd.

“Make way people, make way…Steve is gonna dance on crutches…with me.”

And, people did make way, clearing a space for him, and they began clapping and chanting, “Dance, Dance, Dance.”

Steve was embarrassed at first, to have all the attention drawn to him, but then, looking at all the happy people…people who all knew him and liked him, he began to grin, and move a little. Ghost was urging him on, dancing and flinging his hair around, grabbing his shoulders, making Steve move. Steve finally started having fun.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 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 license is taken in including them in this story.

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

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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 pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

 

Funny Ones – Song Lyric Sunday – Radio/DJ/Record/Jukebox

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Funny Ones – Song Lyric Sunday – Radio/DJ/Record/Jukebox

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For today’s SLS, Jim has given us the topic to find songs about Disc Jockey’s (DJs), Radio, Jukebox or Records. Thanks, Jim!

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I found a couple I’d never heard of before, and are a bit different. The first one is pretty funny, with Steve Allen trying to work with a singing group called the Fat Heads, and they keep interrupting each other. It reminds me of when you’re trying to listen to a song, and the DJ keeps talking over it.

The next one is Joe Walsh, being introduced by the famous DJ Wolfman Jack. They talk a bit, then Joe Walsh sings the song, which is pretty rocking.

This little bit with Wolfman Jack, reminds me of when I used to hear him on the radio, way late into the night. I could pick up radio stations from far away, and he was a favorite to listen to.

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“The Disc Jockey’s Theme Song,” by Steve Allen, was recorded in 1957, on the Coral label. It was written by Steve Allen. The spoken parts were by Bob Thiele.

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Sorry, I just couldn’t find the lyrics to this one…

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“The Radio Song”, by Joe Walsh, was released in 1987, from his album, “Got Any Gum?”. It was written by Joe Walsh, and is on the Warner Bros. label.

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I like to listen to music

I like the way that it sounds

On the radio

I like to sit in a silent place

When no one’s around

And listen inside it

Inside the silence is a melody

Voices singing harmony

I close my eyes and listen carefully

The silence starts to get loud

It’s like your favorite station

Playing your favorite song

Just like they do on the radio

Inside the silence is a symphony

Every note there is in every key

The music tells me how it wants to be

I help it write itself down

I hear the way that would sound

It’s like your favorite station

Playing your favorite song

Just like they do on the radio

Like they do on the radio

But the radio isn’t on —

On the radio

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Lyrics found on GeniusLyrics

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

March Squares Final – Spikes # 31

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March Squares Final – Spikes # 31

We’ve done it, 31 spikes!

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Today is the very last day of our March Spikes Square Challenge! It’s been a lot of fun finding photos and songs. Thanks so much, Becky, for hosting this fun challenge! 😉

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Today’s photos are of snails I found at our house. The first photo snail is a light bluish green color. He’s halfway out of his shell, which is tan and white with brown speckles. This one is going to the right.

The second snail is a dark blue one, with a shell of brown and tan. He’s halfway out of his shell and is going left.  Looks like he was on our glass door, and you can see his underside. What do you call that…his foot? Anyway he glides along on it.

Both the snail’s shells are the elongated type, not a round one.

They both have their spiky antennas. I read that they are called eyestalks, and their eyes are on the tips of the stalks.

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This video shows all kinds of snails moving around, which is pretty neat. There’s also a shot of one giant snail someone is holding, and also a shot of Gary the Snail from the Sponge Bob cartoons.

I like the song, too, but it takes a few seconds to get to the singing part.

“Snail”, by Awolnation, was released in 2010, from their album, “Megalithic Symphony”. It was written by Aaron Bruno, and is on the Red Bull label.

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Hope you’ve enjoyed my month of Spikes and Squares and Songs! Next time will be in June, I think…We’ll see what topic Becky chooses for this one, which I’m sure will be something fun and interesting. 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

Mystery Box Chickens – They’re Baaack!

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Mystery Box Chickens – They’re Baaack! #AtoZChallenge 2019 badge

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Mystery Box Chickens – Whee! …and for my next trick – tee hee – I’m so funny!

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Hip hip hooray, and rock-a-doodle doo

The Mystery Box Chickens are here for you

Bringing you essays, silly or strange

Topics are varied, an A to Z range

Once a year they fly the coop

Join them here to get the scoop

Every day in April they open a box

These chickens rock, so set your clocks

Get ready with snacks or a nice cup

See ya tomorrow for the first one up

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This is no trick! haha

That’s right…tomorrow, April 1, 2019, is the day we begin our A to Z Blog Challenge.

Hope to see you here. 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

 

Flower of the Day – Viola or Pansy?

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Flower of the Day – Viola or Pansy?

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This is either a viola flower or a pansy flower. I’m not sure, as it’s hard for me to tell the difference. I think pansies look like a little face when I see them, and this one doesn’t have that. It has two dark purple petals on top, then the lower white flower part has three petals. There is a yellow center, with purple spikes radiating out from the yellow center.

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

FOTD – March 31, 2019 – Bearded Iris

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

I d’ohn’t like it – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Dough/d’oh

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I d’ohn’t like it – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Dough/d’oh

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 30/19

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “dough/d’oh.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you like. Enjoy!

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Today’s prompt words are dough and d’oh. Thanks, Linda!

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First of all, I can’t stand the use of the word or sound made when you say d’oh. I just cringe when I see it or hear it. When did it change from ‘duh’ to d’oh? Was it the Simpsons cartoon? I watched a few of them, and didn’t see anything funny about them. Guess that’s just not my kind of humor at all, so I never watched any more of them.

Blechhhh, I can’t keep that sound out of my head, now. Stop!!!

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So, on to dough. Dough is good. I make dough in cooking, sometimes. Pie dough, cookie dough…but I really don’t make any of that any more either. I’m not supposed to eat pies or cookies, though I’ll take a bite now and again. So, no making a big bunch with dough, for me any more.

Dough is used as an alternative word for money, I think. I’ve never actually said this much. I’d more likely to say ‘moo-lah’. Haha that sounds dumb, but we’ve called money that a lot of times. There’s lots of other words to describe money…such as scratch. I don’t know why, as it sounds silly, too. My mister uses this one a lot.

I don’t like using the word ‘hun-doh’ or hundo? instead of saying a hundred for a hundred dollars, either. I hear them say that on some TV shows. Just say the price is a hundred, not a hundo!

Well, so far all I’ve done is complain about words I don’t like, or don’t use. hmmm…is there anything good to say about the prompt words?

Nope.

I will say I appreciate that Linda G. Hill thinks up these fun challenges every week. It’s fun to see where it leads with everyone’s different thoughts on whatever is presented.

Why not join in with the SOCS crew! It’s fun and easy…just click the above link to see how, and read other entries. Then write your own thoughts so we can read them. It won’t bring in any dough, but you get to meet a bunch of friendly people! 🙂

Happy weekend!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

March Squares – Spikes # 30

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March Squares – Spikes # 30

Our penultimate spiky square

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Today’s photo is of spiky ice formations.

I make tea for drinking iced tea later in the day, and put it in an old Mr. Coffee glass pot. I put it in the refrigerator. Then, I notice sometimes that ice has formed on the top of the liquid. It looked pretty interesting, so I took some photos, then zoomed it in closer.

I think the ice makes some really pretty designs, which looks pointy and spiky. 🙂

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white ice formation on top of brown liquid – looks like an upside down Christmas tree

Ice formations on top of brown liquid – icy spikes look kind of like spiders or bugs

My glass Mr. Coffee coffee pot with tea inside

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*Ice, Ice, Baby”, by Vanilla Ice, was released in 1989, from his album, “Hooked”. It was written by Vanilla Ice, Earthquake-Queen-David Bowie, and is on the SBK Records label.

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© 2019 BS

Flower of the Day – Sunflowers

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Flower of the Day – Sunflowers

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I don’t know about you, but I’m in need of some sunshine. These sunflowers are some a grew a few years ago.

They aren’t the giant kind of sunflower, but I grew them in a pot of soil, and they turned out nice, with lots of bright yellow petals, with a circle of orange in the middle.

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

FOTD – March 30, 2019 – Bearded Iris

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 131

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 131

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 131

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It was getting dark, as they got back to the house.

“I need to get ready to go,” Ghost said, “it’s Halloween…time to party.” He danced around the living room.

“Why are you in such a good mood, anyway?” Steve asked, watching Ghost being so hyper.

“Probably ’cause I had too much candy, today,” he said, unwrapping another piece of chocolate.

“I noticed,” Steve said. “All that we got for the kids, is gone.”

“Yeah, I did it, I did it, I ate it all,” Ghost grinned, “except this one here,” he pitched the last piece of candy to Steve.

“Go get yourself ready, then,” Steve said. “I’m going to go put on my vampire slayer shirt.”

“Okay, but I have a surprise for you, too,” Ghost screeched. “Just wait.” He danced off to his bedroom.

“Oh, my, God,” Steve muttered, shaking his head. The party hasn’t even started, and he’s all wound up…I’ll be lucky to survive this night…

“I heard that,” Ghost yelled, from the bedroom.

Steve went to his bedroom, put on his black shirt, and he was ready to go. Ghost came out, wearing his costume. Steve laughed, “You look ridiculous, and cute at the same time, but it is original, I have to say.”

Ghost had put on the old fedora, he’d gotten at the thrift store, and had stuck a large, yellow sticky label on the front of it. He’d written in black marker, the word PAPA. He also had on his Ghost Adventures t-shirt, and the hunter’s vest. Down below, he had on shredded jeans, and high-top sneakers, that he’d written on in different colored markers. He had his camera slung around his neck on a multi-colored lanyard.

“Yeah, that’s me…original,” Ghost said, turning around so Steve could get the full effect of his outfit.

“So, what’s my surprise?” Steve asked.

“Oh, I almost forgot…” Ghost ran back to the bedroom, coming back out with a can of orange colored hair spray. “Look, we’re gonna spray some stuff.”

Steve smiled, “Where’d ya get that?”

“At the store…on my way to the graveyard.”

“Well, cool…I like this surprise, Ghost…so, start spraying.”

Ghost bent down to spray Steve’s leg cast with the orange color. “Don’t worry, it washes off,” he said. Then he took strands of Steve’s black hair, making intermingled streaks. “Anything else ya want me to spray?”

“Naw, this’ll be good. What about you?”

“Yeah, go ahead…spray some in my hair, too,” Ghost said, taking off his hat.

Steve ran his hand into Ghost’s hair, picking out long strands to color. “That shows up real good…go look.”

Ghost went to look at himself in the bathroom mirror. “Hey, yeah…cool,” he hollered.

“Ya want anywhere else?”

“Yeah, maybe on the back of this vest…do a warning sign.”

“Ok, turn around,” Steve said, then sprayed a hex sign on the vest. The spray dribbled a bit on the fabric, making it look like graffiti. “There ya go. Hey, give me the camera so I can take your picture.”

Ghost posed, being silly, while Steve played along. “Work it…looking good…sexy…”

By the time Ghost had taken pictures of Steve, they were both giggling.

“Are you ready to go, then,” Steve asked.

“Yeah, it’s not a party until we get there,” Ghost laughed.

They locked up the house, and headed down the highway toward the Sacred Yew.

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Earlier, after being freaked out at Ghost’s craziness, Zach and Trevor had left the cemetery, discussing the afternoon they’d had.

“Dude,” Trevor said, “that was just…well, I don’t know what that was…is that what happens…I mean, all the time with him? How does Steve stand it?”

“I know,” Zach said, “I never seen anything like that, and I’ve seen plenty, down in New Orleans. Oh, shit…now we got him coming over to do that hocus-pocus at your place.”

“Yeah, but Steve will be there from the start. Maybe that helps?” Trevor didn’t sound very convincing, though.

They drove up to Kinsey’s club, and banged on the back door.

“Hey, guys, y’all are way early,” Kinsey said, when he’d let them in. “What’s up?”

Zach looked hopeful, as he said, “Uh, we came early ’cause we’re taking you up on your offer. That is if it’s still okay to move in here, awhile?”

“Oh, sure, it’s fine, but what happened, now?” he looked out, seeing the car full of their belongings. “Get your stuff unloaded. The room is still there, you know where it is…up and to the left. Then you can explain,” Kinsey said. “I’ll be down in the kitchen, getting food ready for tonight.”

It took Zach and Trevor three trips, up and down the stairs, to get it all up to the room. Then, finding Kinsey making sandwiches, he said, “Get yourselves a soda, guys. Now, what’s the deal? I’m happy to let you stay here, but why now? You didn’t want to, before.”

“Yeah, I know Kinsey,” Trevor said. He cracked open the coke, and sat at the old dinette table. “It just got worse over there, last night.” He paused a moment, shaking his head. “That house is cursed. I think I finally understand. I didn’t want to think that, but it’s just too much…”

Kinsey turned from the counter, to look at Trevor. “I heard y’all were gonna get Ghost to exorcise the place…what then?”

Trevor shrugged, “We’re having it torn down, I think. Nobody else should ever live there…and if Ghost can clear out the bad stuff, at least the grounds will be ok, for later.”

“Makes sense, I guess,” Kinsey said, turning back to his preparations. “It’s just y’all need to be careful…what your messing with…I don’t know, Trevor. Ghost isn’t any kind of professional priest, or anything like that, ya know. He’s just a kid with a strange gift. I wouldn’t want any of you to get hurt.”

“We’re scared, if you want to know the truth, Kinsey,” Zach said. “We just had a weird demonstration, this morning.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ghost…he came by the house, acting weird…so then, we followed him out to the cemetery,” said Zach.

“Yeah, we spied on him,” Trevor added.

“We tried to hide, while we watched what he does out there, but he knew we were there. It was creepy, though,” Zach frowned. “He told us to come out… but, he acted like he couldn’t see us, even though he was talking to us.”

“Yeah, Kinsey,” Trevor said, “is he blind, or something? He said he couldn’t see us, but…I’m confused as hell, now. Scared us so bad, we had to call Steve. Then it was okay…sort of…” Trevor shrugged.

Kinsey sighed, blowing his breath out, across his forehead.  “Guys, it’s not my place to tell Ghost’s story…it’s very complicated. Just drop it. If he want’s to say something, someday, well, he can, but for now…I don’t know…just be careful around Ghost. I’m not saying to avoid him, but he’s unpredictable. You never know what he’s going to do…and I’ve known him since he was a little kid. That’s all I’m saying. Oh, except me and Terry are coming out there too, when y’all do that séance thing.” Kinsey looked them both in the eye. “Y’all are all so wrapped up in this haunted house business, we’re gonna be there to lend some sanity to the séance.” Kinsey was done talking about it.

“Thank you,” Zach said, relieved. “We probably need some of that.”

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 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 license is taken in including them in this story.

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

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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 pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

 

March Squares – Spikes # 29

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March Squares – Spikes # 29

Spikes above!

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Today for the spiky prompt photo I have photos of two different grasshoppers. They have spiky/pointy antennas! 🙂

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This is a fun song that I read is very well-known by children in Russia. The music is by Vladmir Shainsky. The lyrics are by Nikolay Nosov.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS