Two Souls: Into the Fire # 117
Warning … adult content
“What scared you, Kitty” Ghost asked his cat, who was still under the bed. Spirit inched his way out, and Ghost picked him up to cuddle him. Sitting on the bed, he stroked the soft fur, and looked into his eyes, trying to get any clue to what had upset him, when he saw Zach and Trevor.
He’d never tried to read an animal’s thoughts before; he didn’t know if it was even possible, but he took some deep breaths to clear his mind. In a few seconds, he began to get an impression, a crude picture in his mind’s eye, of Trevor, with a smudgy black mist surrounding him. Then, an image of Spirit, sniffing the air, and almost choking on a bad odor. That was all…the images were gone.
Ghost was amazed. He actually figured out why Spirit had ran off, when Trevor was here. “Oh, poor Kitty, was that a real bad smell? Was it something evil around him?” He cupped the cat’s chin in his hand, giving him a kiss on the nose. “Well, I’m going to try and get that black cloud off of him, don’t worry.”
He took Spirit into the kitchen and gave him his food. “I know why Spirit freaked out,” Ghost said.
“What do you mean, you found out?” Steve asked. “Did he tell you?”
“Yeah, in pictures,” Ghost said.
“Uh-huh, so now you can read the cat’s mind…just like that?” Steve snapped his fingers.
“Yep, just like that,” Ghost said. “I never tried before, but it worked. He showed me pictures of what happened.”
“Ok, fine…I’ll go along…what did he ‘show’ you?”
“It was Trevor, and he had a black, misty thing all around him, and then Spirit showed me he was choking on the bad smell coming from it,” Ghost explained.
“And, you believe it, do ya?” Steve asked. “So, what does that mean, and why couldn’t you see it? And, we didn’t smell anything weird.”
Ghost shrugged, “All I’m getting is that house of his, and the murder and hanging, and whatever is causing trouble now, has put the stink of evil on Trevor…and Spirit saw It, and now we gotta go over there and try to get it out. Oh, we need to protect ourselves from getting it on us, too.”
“Oh, is that all…”
“Mmm-hmm,” Ghost said, as he made himself a sandwich.
Steve closed his eyes, and shook his head, then muttered, why, why, why, do I let myself get talked into this crap? “Okay, you figure out some magic mojo to keep us safe, and I’ll have your back.”
Ghost looked up, “Cool!”
After leaving Ghost’s house, Zach and Trevor drove around awhile, a little afraid of going home. “Zach, this isn’t a good idea, getting Ghost to come out to the house.”
“Sure it is,” Zach said. “Aren’t you tired of all the crap the house pulls on us? It’s not right, and it’s scary and dangerous, and sometimes I think we should just move out or tear it down or something. Don’t it bother you?”
“Yeah, but it’s my house, my family’s house…it’s all I own in the world,” Trevor said.
“Trev, sorry….but, your family is gone. Don’t look at me like that…you know it, and now you know why your father didn’t kill you, too, but we don’t know why the house is haunted, or possessed, or whatever it is. If we can get Ghost to find out, and maybe fix it, then we don’t have to move, and we can be normal there, for once.”
“But, Zach…what if it doesn’t work? What if it gets even madder and hurts us worse, or hurts Ghost for trying? I don’t want to make it worse. And, we don’t even know Ghost…we just heard he’s weird, and can read minds. You want to take a chance on that?” Trevor asked.
Zach was nodding, “Yep, I’m willing to try anything…damn the consequences. Either that, or we can move back to New Orleans…or Jamaica.”
They drove around awhile longer, finally pulling up in their driveway. The house looked quiet enough. “Didn’t we leave a light on, when we left?” asked Trevor.
“I think so, maybe the light bulb burned out.”
Trevor gripped the steering wheel harder, “No…it’s the house…it knows…” Trevor shivered.
“Yeah, guess you’re right,” Zach agreed. “What do you want to do…go in, or not?”
“Might as well go on in…it hasn’t killed us yet.”
As they came in the back door, Zach flipped the light switch a few times, but nothing happened. “Where’s the flashlight?”
Trevor carefully went into the kitchen, to get it out of a drawer. He turned it on, shining it all around, as they went room to room. Everything seemed ok. They tried the water, but there was none coming out of any faucet.
“You think they found out at the utilities company, that we had it illegally?” Zach asked, not believing it for a minute. Trevor just shook his head. They were nervous, but went on to bed, to try and get some sleep. It was too dark to do much else. As they slept, the house was gathering strength.
Steve and Ghost had finished eating, and they planned their trip into Raleigh the next day. First they’d go to the bank, then to the printing company. They would eat lunch, and make a stop into the thrift store to look for bargains.
“Guess we gotta get up early, huh?” Ghost asked.
“Yeah, it would probably be a good idea. You got all your book stuff ready to go?”
“Uh-huh, it’s ready. Are we going in to see Terry, and to the studio, when we get back?”
“I was hoping to,” Steve said. “I think we’re ready to get started, don’t you?”
“I’m ready to sing any time,” Ghost said. “Are we going to do them all when we get over there? We never did get to try them out at the club.”
“I doubt we’ll do all the songs, tomorrow. Remember how long it took us to make that tape? It took a few weeks to get it sounding how we liked it. We’ll get to sing them at the club, too, only later,” Steve said.
“I just remember it taking forever, even after we were finished singing them,” Ghost said. “Then I had to color all those covers. Are we going to do it that way again for the CD?”
“The first part will be about the same, but you don’t have to color anything…you have that creepy picture to use…the one with the spirits out there by their graves,” Steve said. “What you do need to do, is figure out how to put our name on it…you know, where on the picture to have it, and how you want the lettering to look. The finished one will be printed out.”
“Oh, okay…I like doing letters,” Ghost was smiling.
“I know, that’s why it’s your job,” Steve said. “You’re good at it.”
Ghost got out his sketch book to practice his lettering styles, but soon was dozing off more than he was drawing them. They went on to bed, in hopes of getting up early.
Some time later, Ghost woke from a nightmare. Steve came in to see about him. “What was it, Ghost? It’s been awhile since you had a nightmare.”
“Spirit was licking my face, when I woke up. I thought I was drowning or something. My face was covered in water. I don’t remember any more.”
“Must have been a flashback to the hurricane…when you did almost drown,” Steve said. “Try to go back to sleep. Spirit will keep ya company.” He went back to his bedroom… it’s already started…all this spooky house talk is getting to him…
Next part coming soon!
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© 2019 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.
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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.