Two Souls: Into the Fire # 150
TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE
As Steve waited for Ghost to explain why he was not happy with anything, Ghost shrugged and said, “I can be in a bad mood if I want to.”
“Yeah, but why today? Did I upset you about something earlier?” Steve asked.
“No, it’s not you, Steve. I just feel like something is off, with me. It’s like I forgot to do something, or I’m missing some piece of a puzzle…just a kind of empty, sick feeling inside,” Ghost said, then sighed.
“I…I think I can’t do the mind stuff, anymore, Steve. I think it went away. Why is it gone away?”
“What are you talking about…your psychic mind reading stuff?” Steve asked. “You think you can’t do it anymore? That’s not something you just lose, I don’t think.”
“Well, maybe you can…my head feels like mush inside, and I don’t like it, and I’m worried about it, and…and..I don’t know why…and that’s because I can’t get any sense back,” Ghost said, trying to explain the feeling.
Steve almost laughed, but knew Ghost was scared and serious about it. But then, Ghost losing his senses was kind of a funny statement. He bit his tongue to keep from laughing, while thinking of something encouraging to say.
“It’s not funny, Steve. I lost my senses, not my sense…there’s a difference, ya know,” Ghost said.
“Wait, wait…I didn’t say anything, Ghost. You just now read my mind. You’re fine; you didn’t lose anything…sense or senses.”
“Yeah, really,” Steve said. He was smiling now.
“So the demon didn’t steal it from me, after all?” Ghost asked, still not sure.
“Huh? What are you talking about now,” Steve asked, still confused.
“I thought the evil spirit got my senses out of me when it scratched me, ’cause I’ve been feeling weird, ever since.”
Steve tried hard not to think, but everything Ghost said kept having more than one meaning to him. This time it was that Ghost was just now feeling weird, when he’d been weird all his life.
“Stop it, Steve, you know what I mean,” Ghost said. He was getting upset, now.
“Sorry, sorry…I can’t help what pops into my head, Ghost. So, you’re fine…stop worrying, you’re reading my mind almost before I can even think it.”
“But, why do I feel so crappy, then?” Ghost asked.
“Dude, it’s because you’re tired…I’m tired, we all went through a bunch of shit, then slept so long, we lost a whole day. Then we ran around all day, in town, and we haven’t even eaten anything. You have a right to feel like crap. I feel like crap, too,” Steve said. He scrubbed his hands over his face, and into his hair. “It’s just been stressful for so long, building up to that séance, ya know. The adrenalin was pumping so high and now, it’s over, and we’re crashing. That’s all. We just need to chill for a few days.”
“You’re probably right, Steve, but what about having to go see Trevor, tonight?”
“We’ll call and say we can’t make it over there. We’ll tell ’em we’re chillin’ for a few days, and we’re fine, and we’ll see them later on. That’s the truth of it, and whatever it is can wait,” Steve said. “I’m calling them now, then we’re fixing us a decent meal, and relaxing the rest of tonight, and however long we need, ok?”
As Steve went inside, to make the phone call, Ghost was feeling a little less worried, but he figured he should practice his mind reading some more, but there wasn’t anyone, or anything to practice on, except Steve. He went inside to listen to the phone conversation.
Steve was punching in Trevor’s number, but after several rings, he got no answer. “Well, guess I’ll call Kinsey, then,” he said, as he tried the number to the club. Frowning, he hung up. “That’s weird…no answer there, either. Where is everybody?”
He looked at Ghost, as if waiting for Ghost to do his thing, and sense where they were. “Well…getting any cosmic vibes?” he asked.
Ghost closed his eyes, to concentrate. He turned toward the direction of town, sharpening his focus. “Ok…ok…there…I can barely tell, but Kinsey is over at Terry’s. They’re talking about their vacation. Oh…we do need to go over there, to give them the surprise,” Ghost said.
“Tomorrow, maybe…” Steve said. “What about Trevor…where’s him and Zach?”
“Just, uh…wait…” Ghost said, “yeah, they’re at the motel…their phone is tuned off, and, uh-oh.” Ghost’s eyes flew open.
“What, what did you see?” Steve asked.
“Well, I didn’t want to know any more…they’re kinda busy, ya know…with each other.” Ghost was actually blushing.
“Dude, you can see that?” Steve asked.
Ghost shrugged. “Well, not really see it…just know it.”
Steve cleared his throat. “Guess your shit is working just fine, then. Is it fun to do that…to kind of spy on people?”
“I don’t spy on people, Steve,” Ghost said.
“You just did,” Steve said.
“You wanted me to find them, though. I don’t go around doing that, hardly ever. I try to block stuff like that out, and besides, it’s none of my business. I wouldn’t want anyone spying on us, so I don’t do it to them.”
“But, you could if you wanted to, right?”
“Man, I wish I could be you for just one day, to see how you do these things. That’d be so cool.”
“You’d freak out, and you know it.” Ghost laughed at the thought. “Remember back at that graveyard, when you did do it?”
“Yeah, that was pretty weird, but guess I’d get used to it,” Steve said, thinking back to that day. “Well, enough of that…I’ll try calling again, later.” He went into the kitchen. “I’m finding us something good for supper…a whole meal. Wanna help?”
“Okay, guess I’d better,” Ghost said, as he followed Steve, “I’m not used to your cooking, yet. I need to supervise.”
As they looked through their fully stocked cabinets and refrigerator, they decided on grilled out steaks. Steve got the grill ready, out on the back porch, lighting the charcoal. Ghost put a couple of potatoes in the microwave, and made them a salad, then coming outside, he handed Steve a beer. The smoky smell of the meat cooking out in the open air, was making his appetite come back in a hurry.
The air was a bit cool, and the leaves were still falling, scattering their orange and red leaves over the graves. Ghost sat on the porch steps, as he watched Steve turn the steaks over. He smiled, and could feel the tension draining away. Spirit came and snuggled on his lap and purred, as Ghost stroked him, and murmured soft words to him.
Just as he kissed the top of Spirit’s head, Steve looked over at them. His breath caught. He was transfixed at the sight. I’m so in love with Ghost…
Ghost looked up into Steve’s eyes, and smiled. I’m so in love with you, too, Steve…
Steve’s eyes widened…he’d heard Ghost’s thought as clear as if he’d spoken them aloud. He grinned real big, and said, “I got it.”
As the steaks were done, they came inside to eat. “I think this is the best steak I ever had,” Ghost said.
“Why, thank you, kind sir,” Steve said. “It was quite delicious.”
They both burst out laughing at their attempt at being pretentious.
“We couldn’t be fancy pants, even if we tried,” Steve said.
“I know, and I wouldn’t even want to, for real,” Ghost said. “It’d be too hard to be stuffed up all the time.”
“Yeah…all la-di-dah, and polite and junk.”
“Oh, you mean like, stuck-up?” Steve asked. “Nope, couldn’t do it,” he said, then burped. “See?”
Ghost laughed. “Hey, I have an idea. It’s kinda stupid, but might be fun.”
“Let’s not wash the dishes. Let’s shoot them.”
“What? What do you mean, shoot them?”
“You know, like that old movie we saw, where the kid shoots the dishes. We should shoot our guns once in awhile, anyway, ya know, to keep in practice. And, we can get some more dishes at the thrift store,” Ghost said. He got up to get their guns from the hiding place up in the top cabinet.
Next part coming soon!
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