Two Souls: Into the Fire # 145

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 145

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Trevor and Zach kept talking about the séance, and their plans for finding a place to live. They’d had enough of the old murder house, even if the bad spirits were gone from there. Kinsey’s rooms, upstairs from the club, were ok, but they really wanted a place of their own. As they settled their minds on a few things, they kept yawning, needing sleep now.

“I’m going to take a quick shower,” Trevor said. “I feel all itchy and sweaty.” He headed for the bathroom.

Zach stripped down to his underwear, then got into the crisp sheets on the bed. With the curtains pulled, and the lights out, it would maybe be dim enough in the room to sleep through the day. He’d just drifted off to sleep, when Trevor came back into the room.

“Zach, look at me.” He was standing there completely naked.

“What?” Zach pried his eyes open.

“Look, I’m all covered in a rash.”

“Huh? Turn on the light,” Zach said, He sat up and stared at Trevor’s body. “Damn, what happened?” he asked, as he saw red bumps spread all over Trevor’s front and back.

“I don’t know. I felt itchy for awhile, but this is weird. It still itches. Why is it on me?”

“Hell if I know…go shower, maybe it’ll make it feel better. Are you allergic to something?” Zach asked.

“Not that I know of. I didn’t eat anything weird, or roll around in anything last night.”

“Last night…maybe it was the demon that did it, or maybe just stress from all that happened,” Zach said. “It’ll go away, don’t worry.”

“Well, I hope so,” Trevor said, then went back to take his shower.

After a few minutes, Zach came in and joined him. He pulled back the shower curtain, which made Trevor scream. “Damn, Zach, I thought I was in that movie Psycho, I heard the door open, then the curtain flew open…what?” He noticed Zach was just standing there with a big grin on his face.

“Oh, come on in, then,” Trevor said, grinning back.

And, Zach did come into the shower, and he did attack Trevor, and Trevor didn’t mind…didn’t mind at all.

~

Back at the Sacred Yew, Kinsey had come home to the stale, smoky smelling club. He knew the cleaners were going to be there tomorrow, but he hated looking at it. The place was his baby; he’d worked hard these many years, to make it everything he wanted…a job, yes, but also his life. He had regrets…for closing himself off to a loving relationship, and the club was all he knew, now.

It looked forlorn and mistreated, and so empty. He slowly went up the narrow stairs to his apartment. He was exhausted after the long night, but made himself a cup of hot tea and a cold chicken sandwich. As he ate, he went over what had happened out at Trevor’s house. He’d always kind of believed Ghost had psychic powers, but this thing tonight, well…it seemed straight out of a horror movie.

The things he’d seen and heard, really got him thinking. “Dammit, guess I have to be a believer of the after-world, now,” he said to himself, in his silent room. He’d seen evil, close up, and if he believed in evil beings, then the opposite must be true, too…God, goodness, angels, heaven and hell, good versus evil. Just like he’d always heard. He hadn’t prayed in years, not really, but now he felt the need in him.

So, sitting at his rickety table, chicken sandwich in front of him, he remembered Ghost’s prayer. He’d just talked like he was right there in the room with God….and now, he was sure the prayer was heard. If that was all you had to do, well, he figured he could do it, too. Taking a deep breath, he began.

“God, it’s me, Kinsey. I haven’t been in touch in a long time. Sorry, I’ve just been through a lot of stuff, lately. I’m sure you already know my troubles, so I won’t detail them, now. Just…I need to say something about what I saw last night,” he stopped, clearing his throat, and taking a gulp of his tea.

Rubbing his face, he sighed, and continued his talk with God. “I got first hand proof of evil in this world. And, I saw first hand proof of your goodness and light shining through your faithful son, and my friend, Ghost. I admit I’d been questioning this subject for a long time, but now, I have no doubts. Just keep a watch over us all. I know you’re always around, and want us to call on you when we need help with this life on Earth. So, guess that’s all for now. I feel better for having this talk…Amen.”

Kinsey did feel a lightness of his soul…a more hopeful feeling, a lessening of his depression. He smiled, then finished his sandwich. Raising his cup of tea in the air, he toasted…”To you,” he said.

~

Everyone who’d been at the séance stayed inside their homes, sleeping for the next twenty-four hours. One by one, each would get up for a quick snack or a drink, or the bathroom, but would get back to sleep with no trouble. They each felt strange, like they’d taken a sleeping pill, and would not remember much about getting up, at all.

The next morning they were all being talked about around town. The old guys at the hardware store gathered as usual, and gossiped about what they’d heard, and about Kinsey.

“Y’all seen Kinsey, lately?”

“Not since yesterday.”

“Friend of mine saw him at the diner, along with those kids, and Terry…said they looked like they’d been up all night.”

“Maybe we should go check on him.”

“Yeah, if he hasn’t shown his face by noon, guess we should.”

They continued their morning of coffee drinking, and playing checkers. About an hour later, Kinsey did poke his head out of the club’s front door. “Hey, guys,” he waved over at them.

“Hey, Kinsey, come have some coffee.”

Kinsey walked over and sat in one of the porch rocking chairs.

“How’s it going? …Ya been sleeping one off? … Fixing to come check on ya.”

“Everything’s fine, guys. I just needed a break. The cleaners are coming today, though. I’ve got to get the club up and running again, ya know,” Kinsey said.

“They ever find out what caused the fire?” one old guy asked.

“No, not yet, but they suspect it was old wiring in the kitchen area,” Kinsey said. He knew it wasn’t, and didn’t like lying, but he wasn’t about to mention what really happened.

“Any of those kids coming by, today? I’d think they would want to help you out with getting things in order,” the guy said.

“I figure they’ll be by sometime,” Kinsey said. “Well, thanks for the coffee…got to get back to it,” he said, going back across the street. He knew they’d be pumping him for answers if he stayed any longer. He got back to work. In a little while, he heard knocking on the back door. It was Terry, still looking disheveled.

“Hey, Kinsey,” he said. “Man, do you feel as bad as I look? I think I slept forever…lost a whole day.”

“Yeah, me too. I just came back to the living, this morning…such a weird feeling,” Kinsey said.

“You think it’s got something to do with the other night?” Terry asked.

“I imagine so, Terry. We were all tired after that.”

Terry nodded in agreement. “I’m keeping the shop closed today, too. I’ll hang around here and help out, I guess. Give me something to do, ok? Where is everybody…they been here at all?”

“Nope, just you. I expect they’ll show up sooner or later. The cleaning crew will be here soon. Until then, I guess we could do some inventory.”

“Sure thing,” Terry said. They went back to the storeroom to get to work.

The cleaning company did arrive with their heavy duty equipment. They assessed the smoke damage, then started up their noisy machines. Trevor and Zach came in a few minutes later. They needed to get a change of clothes, or at least see if they had any that didn’t smell too much of smoke, and take everything else to the laundry.

“Y’all doing okay?” Kinsey asked. He could tell they were feeling pretty good, the way they were smiling.

“Yeah, we’re good,” Zach said. “We got lots of sleep, but Trevor has a bad rash…maybe from that thing the other night.”

“It’s going away already, though,” Trevor said.

“Well, Terry and I are still feeling the effects of it. We’re still all tired out, no energy,” Kinsey said.

“Terry’s here?”

“Yeah, I got him counting stuff in the storeroom.”

“Well, we’re gonna do laundry…want to send some of your stuff with us?” Trevor asked.

“Sure, hang on, I’ll gather up some,” Kinsey said.

Zach and Trevor went on down the hallway to see Terry. “Hey, how’s it going?” Zach asked.

“Hey, guys, what’s up?” Terry asked.

“Just going to take some clothes to the laundry. How ya feeling…you look like crap.” Zach said.

“About like I look,” Terry laughed. “That business the other night about did me in. I can’t seem to shake it off.”

“I know, we can’t either. Oh, I got some kind of rash from it, too,” Trevor said.

“No shit? Well, are y’all moving back in the house, now?”

“I don’t think so. We need a fresh start…gonna find us another place. Do you know of any…any we could afford?” Zach asked.

“Hmm…not right off, but I’ll ask around and if something turns up, I’ll let ya know,” Terry said.

Kinsey came in then, with a duffel bag of dirty clothes. “Here ya go guys, and here’s some money for the machines. These ought to last me a few days.”

“We’ll bring ’em back as soon as they’re done, Kinsey,” Trevor said.

Kinsey looked out into the club. “Looks like they’re about done down here. Oh, have y’all heard from Steve or Ghost? I haven’t, and it’s not like them to be holed up for very long. I’m getting worried. Maybe I should give them a call.”

“Yeah, we haven’t heard from them, either. But, I do need to talk to Ghost about some stuff. Tell him to either call me, or come by, ok?” Trevor said.

“Will do, guys,” Kinsey said, as they left.

“Hey, Kinsey, it’s break time, right?” Terry asked.

“Yeah, it’s break time. I can’t get much going, either,” Kinsey laughed. They grabbed a beer, and went to relax in the office.

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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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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 144

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The diner in Missing Mile had opened early, and a few regular customers were already there, sipping their first cups of coffee, and opening newspapers. They all looked up, as the whole gang came in. Everyone knew them, and said hey, then went back to their breakfasts. They did steal glances at the motley group, though, as they situated themselves around a large booth in the corner of the room. Most figured this crew had been up partying all night, but were surprised that Kinsey was among them. He was the elder, and a respected business owner in town.

Terry was known as the town’s aging hippie, and no one was surprised to see him hanging with the younger crowd, as they all played gigs together. Zach and Trevor were the newcomers to town, but were fitting in pretty good here. Of course Ghost and Steve were well known, and their up and down relationship was always a source for gossip.

This morning, they all looked bleary eyed, and scraggly, and Ghost’s hair and shirt was soaking wet, and they all smelled of sage. They seemed oblivious to the stares, though, and were in a noisy, talkative mood. They ordered pancakes and coffee, all around.

Catching bits of their conversation, the onlookers heard things that didn’t seem to fit together…

“Do you remember anything, Ghost?”

“Did you hear that horrible scream?”

“What was that black shadowy thing?”

“Is it really gone?”

“Are we gonna tear the house down, now?”

The waitress brought their food to the table, and everyone got quiet, as they ate…they were starving.

“I never used my pancake word,” Ghost said, as he took a bite of his pancakes.

Trevor nodded, “Yeah, I didn’t have to use mine either,” he said.

“Dude, you were scaring the crap outta me,” Terry said. He could laugh about it now. “You were saying all kinds of crazy stuff in those weird voices. How did you do that?”

“Did you know what you were saying?” asked Zach.

Ghost shook his head, “No, I wasn’t there. It was the evil demon talking through me.”

“Where were you?” Kinsey asked. “There for a few minutes, we couldn’t even see you. What did you see, and did you feel weird?” Kinsey asked.

“Well, at first I felt like something was pushing me…then nothing, until Trevor tried to chop me with the big knife. Then I saw what looked like a black tornado. Did y’all see it, too?”

“Yeah, we saw it, and we didn’t see you anymore,” Zach said.

“Well, I was there, and I grabbed Steve, and…” Ghost said.

“So you’re the one that grabbed me? Man, I thought it was the black cloud,” Steve said.

Terry laughed at that. “Dude, you screamed like a little girl.”

“I know I did, and you would, too, if that thing came after you.”

“Okay, then it made us see a black tornado, instead of me,” Ghost said.

“You said awful stuff, too,” Kinsey said

“It wasn’t me, it was the evil,” Ghost said, again. “Anyway, did y’all get some answers…is it all cleared up, now?”

“Yeah, finally…I think I can let it go now, and like you said, I can go on and make the rest of my life whatever I want to,” Trevor said.

“Okay, guys, I’m beat,” said Kinsey. “I’m going home. There’s still lots to do to clean up the club, but I have to go to sleep for a long time, now. See y’all another day.” he smiled. “Oh, and I’m paying for all this. Later, guys.” He went to the counter, paid the bill, and went on home.

“Are y’all going back to the house?” Steve asked.

“Not today,” Trevor said. “I’ve had enough of that place. You ready to go crash at the motel, Zach?”

“Definitely, let’s go,” Zach said.

Terry, Steve and Ghost were left at the table. Ghost’s eyes were closing, and he kept nodding off, and jerking awake.

“Hey, Steve,” Terry said, “I got some of that good weed at the house. Y’all want to relax a bit before ya head home?”

Steve looked down at Ghost, who’d leaned against his shoulder. “Naw, this one looks relaxed enough. Gonna get him home, but we’ll take a rain check, ok?”

“Yeah, sure thing…and I’m taking myself home, too…maybe get a little more relaxed before I crash. See y’all later,” Terry said. He ruffled Ghost’s hair, “Ya did good, kid.” He smiled, and headed for the door.

Steve got up, and pulled Ghost up, leading him toward the door. “C’mon, Ghost…time to go home. Thanks for breakfast,” he said to the waitress as they left.

As soon as they went out the door, the other customers all started talking about the interesting morning at the diner.

~

Steve got Ghost into the car, then drove on down the highway to their little house in the woods. He planned on getting Ghost to bed, and feeding the cat, then sleeping the rest of the day. He was wiped out. As he drove the last few miles to the house, he kept thinking of what they’d done. He was still wired up from it, and even as tired as he was, he wasn’t sure he could go to sleep, yet. Ghost was already lulled to sleep by the warmth of the sun shining through the car windows, and the movement of the car. He drove into their driveway.

We’re home, Ghost,” he said, shaking Ghost awake. “Let’s get inside. Spirit is probably hungry. Then we can go to sleep.”

“Okay, I’m coming,” He scooted across the big car seat, and out the door. Steve grabbed their supplies, and they went inside. Spirit wound around their ankles, meowing.

“Hey, kitty, we’re back…are you hungry?” Ghost asked. He went to get the cat some food, and a bottle of water for himself. He gulped it down, as he went down the hall to his bedroom. As he took off his still slightly damp clothes, Steve came in and stopped short.

“Oh, my God, Ghost. Look at you. Did you see that? Does it hurt?”

“What…see what?” Ghost asked.

“You’re all scratched up, on your chest and back…turn around…there’s marks all over you, Ghost. What the hell happened?”

Ghost looked down at himself, seeing long scratch marks, some oozing tiny beads of blood, some just raw and red. He looked at Steve in confusion. He was scared. “Steve, what is it…make it go away.” He ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror, and to get a wet rag to wash off the blood.

“Don’t you feel that…doesn’t it hurt?” Steve asked, as he dabbed at the marks on Ghost’s back.

“I didn’t feel anything, until now…now they sting.”

“Here, let me put some medicine on them,” Steve said, as he got some antibiotic ointment from the medicine cabinet.

“It must have been the evil spirit that did this, when I was gone…or something…but, I didn’t know it. It must have been really mad at me for telling it to leave. Do you think so?”

“Sounds weird to me,” Steve said, “but, I don’t have any other explanation for it.”

“Well, I don’t like it, but I’m glad we did it,” Ghost said. “I’m just glad it’s over, and this is all it did to me…to us, ya know?”

“Do ya think anyone else got scratches?” Steve asked, as he checked himself for them. “I don’t have any, but maybe Trevor?”

“We’ll ask him when we see him again,” Steve said. He was finished putting the ointment on. “Well, that’s all I can do for it right now, but if anything gets worse with these, I’ll take you to the doctor.”

“Okay, but right now I’m tired of thinking about it. I gotta go to bed,” Ghost said, going back into the bedroom. “You going to bed, yet?”

“Well, I don’t feel sleepy yet, but I’ll snuggle with you for awhile. Maybe I’ll go to sleep, too,” Steve said. He locked the front door, and got into the bed with Ghost, giving him a hug and a long, tender kiss. He was hoping to get something started, but Ghost was already asleep. “Maybe later,” Steve said, and he did fall asleep.

~

Trevor and Zach had gone back to the motel to crash. Instead of going right to sleep, though, Trevor wanted to talk about all that had happened.

“Zach, do you really think it worked? I mean, I feel like it did, and Ghost put on a good show…but, was it just a show? Maybe he can manipulate our minds, like he can read our minds…so maybe he just made us think it was real,” Trevor said. “What do you think?”

“Why are you questioning it, Trev? It was real…at least it felt real. Yeah, I was scared of that black cloud thing for real,” Zach said. “And besides, Ghost wouldn’t trick us, I don’t think. He’s pretty honest, and well…not to put him down or anything…I like him a lot, but he’s kinda…well, he don’t seem all that smart. He wouldn’t know how to pull a scam on us. I think he was scared, too. It all happened like it did, and we either accept it or not.” He shrugged, “That is, until we have proof otherwise.”

Trevor nodded. “Yeah, I see what you’re saying, but how could he just disappear? When I was swinging that machete at him, he was just gone. That don’t make any sense.”

“I know, Trev, but he didn’t for real disappear, he couldn’t have. It was just that thing got all in the way, and made us see it instead of Ghost,” Zach said. “I’m confused as hell. I can’t explain it…it just happened. We all saw the same thing.”

“I know, but now we have to go back in there. We have to make sure, but I’m not looking forward to it,” Trevor said.

“Why? Just bulldoze the place down, and be done with it. There’s no need to go back in.”

“Yeah, but I’d always wonder,” Trevor said.

Zach shook his head, “Dude, you’re just inviting trouble.”

“So, are you coming with me when I go in…like maybe tomorrow?” Trevor said, smiling.

“Yeah, you know I’ll do it, too” Zach sighed. “Then, for sure we can forget it, and look for another place to live.”

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2021 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.

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 143 (Seance Part 2)

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 143 (Seance Part 2)

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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’, the Holy Water. 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!

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Next part coming soon! (Seance part 2)

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2021 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.

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 142 (Seance Part 1)

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 142 (Seance Part 1)

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As they entered the kitchen of Trevor’s house, the murder house, Zach flipped the light switch, but nothing happened; the old house remained in darkness. Shining their flashlights around, they could see the dust motes hanging heavy in the still air, yet the leaves on the vines were rustling, as if a breeze was stirring them. Kinsey and Terry hadn’t been in the murder house in years. Their eyes were wide, taking it all in.

“Dude, what do ya think?” Terry whispered over to Kinsey.

“Kinda spooky,” Kinsey said. His normal voice echoed off the walls.

Trevor led the way into the living room. “Just put the card table in the middle, I guess,” he said. Terry had brought the table, and some folding chairs for the event. He and Kinsey set it up, and arranged the six folding chairs around it. Then, taking a tablecloth, he spread it over the table, and set a battery lantern he’d brought, in the center.

“Ok, now what?” Terry asked.

“Ghost, what do you need us to do?” Steve asked.

Ghost had been walking around the edges of the room, getting the feel of the place. “We can all sit down, now,” he said, as he put his backpack up on the table.

“Trevor, Zach, y’all sit on either side of me,” he said. His giggling had stopped as soon as he stepped into the house. Now it was all business.

They all took a chair, as they watched Ghost take out his magic supplies. Giving Kinsey a notepad, and marker, he said, “This you should write down everything that happens, as best you can, ’cause when things get started, it might happen fast. Terry, did you bring the recorder?”

“Yeah, it’s right here.”

“Ok, turn it on, now,” he instructed. “Steve, you take pictures. I put the camera on night vision, so it won’t flash, but we’ll see what happens.”

Steve nodded, taking the camera in front of him.

“Uh…let’s see, what else?” Ghost thought for a minute, trying to remember the steps he’d planned. “Ok, Zach, here’s a bunch of candles. Light them, then put them around in a big circle around us and the table. And here, Trevor, take this,” Ghost handed him a box of salt. “Inside the circle of candles, pour an unbroken line of salt, all the way around.”

“What’s it for?” asked Kinsey.

“It’s to let us have a space of protection against whatever shows up,” Ghost said. “They can’t cross our salt…at least I hope not.”

Steve was impressed at the way Ghost was taking charge, setting things up, assigning duties, and explaining it all. Yesterday he was scared to get out of the car. He wondered where he’d come by all this information. It wasn’t in any instruction book. Then, he remembered…Ghost was from the mountains. There was lots of inherent psychic gifts imbedded in Ghost’s very being…a kind of knowing…a knowledge passed down for generations. He was able to tap into this consciousness without even trying. He’d seen it happen before. Now he felt confident that everything would be ok, and that Ghost was in control. He continued to be awed, as he watched.

The others could feel it, too. They’d never seen Ghost be his real self…just the wounded child, and the silly side of his personality. Even Kinsey and Terry didn’t fully know him as well as Steve did, although they’d been around him for years. Trevor and Zach hadn’t even heard him sing, yet.

As Steve looked around the group, sitting there in the circle of candles, with shadows flickering on the empty walls, he could sense the anticipation building.

Ghost continued his preparations with complete concentration and authority. He took out more items from his backpack, one by one, setting them on the cloth covered table.

“This here is the instructions for the ointment. I’ll mix up this, and this…” he said, as he took little vials out. He explained every piece, and explained every step, and what he expected to happen. He also suggested to everyone how they should or shouldn’t react, to the best of their ability.

He pulled out his sage brooms. “These are for after, to cleanse the whole house.” Then he reminded them of his and Trevor’s safe words. Next, he pulled out the silver, cross necklace, and put it around his neck. “This is for my protection, as the contactor.” He took a moment to think.

“Guys, I have no idea what’s gonna happen. I’m just gonna say whatever I think of, so try not to laugh, okay? I might go out of here…I mean, like a trance, or something, where I’m letting the spirit speak through me. I’ll probably sound weird, and maybe say mean things to y’all. But please don’t get fooled. The evil will try everything to get us out of here. Just try to stay, and give me support. I’m doing this ’cause y’all asked me to,” he said, looking at Zach and Trevor.

“Now, if y’all have a question you want answered, go ahead and ask it. It may speak, or just bang on the wall, or lift the table, or anything…so, don’t be surprised.” He looked at each of them to see if they were understanding. They all nodded that they did.

“Okay, any questions before we start?”

“Yeah, what I want answered is why did it make my father kill my whole family but me?” Trevor asked.

“And…” Zach added, “Can you make it go away for good, and leave us alone?”

“I’ll try to make it go away, and I’ll ask your question too, Trevor, but you ask too, ’cause it’s your house, and your family,” Ghost said. “So, are we ready?” They all agreed that they were.

Ghost closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The rest of them held theirs, darting their eyes from Ghost to the shadows in the corners of the room, scared of what would happen.

Ghost began with a prayer of protection and strength, in his own unique way.

“Lord, God, Jesus, Holy Spirit, Holy Ghost, Mary, Joseph, and all the Saints above…well, all y’all up there…please hear this prayer. We’re gonna try and undo some kinda evil that’s been causing a whole lotta trouble down here for Trevor, and Zack too, ’cause they love each other, and live in this here murder house. And, it was Trevor’s father that killed them all except him. He wants to know why, and we all want the evil to go away forever. So, can you help us, be here to protect us, and give us the courage and strength to make it happen? We don’t mean to cause any offense to y’all, in case y’all are against doing a séance, but we didn’t know how else to do it. So, anyway….that’s all…amen.”

Ghost opened his eyes. “Now I’m gonna mix up this stuff.”

Kinsey was writing as fast as he could…faster than he thought possible, even. The marker seemed to have a mind of it’s own, putting down everything. He held on. Steve was snapping picture after picture, aiming the camera at everything and at nothing.

Ghost looked at the paper that Steve had drawn the instructions on so he could read them. Kinsey glanced over at the paper, but it just looked like hieroglyphics to him. Then, going step by step, Ghost put drops of one vial, into the mortar cup, and sprinkled the powdery one on top of that, then another few drops of a different liquid, and he mashed them all together with the pestle, into an oily ointment. It smelled of sage and roses.

Taking his finger, he dipped it into the mixture. He smeared it onto his forehead, in the shape of a cross, and did the same for everyone else. He took three deep breaths, and said, “If there are any spirits here, let us know, now.”

They waited in silence. “Okay, then…everyone hold hands,” he said. “We are all in agreement together. We call you to come and be known to us.” The little battery lantern flickered once, then went out. Only the candles remained, to light the room. They all jumped. Trevor on one side of Ghost, Zach on the other, and they could feel each other’s heartbeats in their fingers.

“Thank you for giving us a sign,” Ghost said. “I have to ask you some questions, now. We need an answer…a clear answer. Who are you? Are you Trevor’s father?”

Kinsey looked down at his paper, “Ghost,” he whispered, “it made me write no, about ten times.”

Ghost smiled, and thanked the entity for the answer. “Why are you bothering Trevor and Zach? Why the vines…why? And, are you evil? Are you a demon, or just having fun with them and the house? We’d like to have it stop. I’m asking real nice. Please stop with the dirty tricks, and scaring them. them…and…and…” Ghost had asked the questions fast, and now he had a strange feeling coming on him. He felt so cold, he began to shiver…his teeth chattering. He jerked his icy hands from Trevor and Zach, Everyone else let go, too. All were staring at Ghost.

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“I’m real hot, Steve,” Ghost said, as he held on to the porch railing. He was blinking the stinging sweat from his eyes.

“What did you do in there?” Steve asked.

“I drank a courage potion, that’s all…now, I’m hot.” He swayed a little, and tried to focus on Steve’s face.

“You’re drunk, is what it looks like. What was in it…whiskey?…and how much?” Steve asked, after smelling Ghost’s breath.

Ghost held up his hand with the finger and thumb about three inches apart. “That’s all, and you know what…it did kinda taste like whiskey,” he giggled.

“Shit, Ghost, you can’t go over there like that…all stumbling around and whiskey breath. What makes you sober up real fast?”

“Another potion?” Ghost slurred, “Go look.”

“What would it say on the bottle…antidote for drunkenness?” Steve asked, giving him a look.

“Prolly would, or maybe, sober-up?” Ghost laughed, and almost fell down.

Steve gritted his teeth, but went inside to look in the back room. Pawing around through the shelves, he found all kinds of herbs, potions, pills, and powders. They all had weird names he couldn’t pronounce. “This is impossible,” he said.

Then he had an idea. He’d call Miz Caitlin; she’d have a suggestion, he was sure. So, he called her, and when she answered, he said, “Miz Caitlin, this is Steve, Ghost’s friend, and I need your help, real quick.”

“Steve, how are you, dear?” Miz Caitlin said. “How’s Ghost? I haven’t had a visit from you two in awhile.” She went on, but Steve apologized, and interrupted her.

“Miz Caitlin, I need an antidote for…well, for being drunk…to sober up real quick. We got somewhere to go, and it’s important, and Ghost drank a potion,” he explained. “It was a little, blue bottle, and said courage on the label. Oh, it smelled like whiskey or something, and now Ghost is drunk…can’t even stand up.” Steve stopped a second to take a breath. “We gotta go meet some people, like right now…so what do I do, and what do I give him? Please say there’s something.”

“Oh, Steve, that sounds like what it was. Ghost isn’t a whiskey drinker, so it must have hit him hard. Let’s see…let’s see, now…” she took a moment to think.

“I have a bunch of stuff here,” Steve said, “but, I don’t know what they are.” He read off some of the names of the potions.

“Ok, you have what you need, then,” she said. “You’ll have to mix a few of them together, then make him drink it. It’ll work like a miracle.” She told him which ones to mix.

Steve set out the potions she’d mentioned, pouring them into a coffee cup, as she instructed him. “Ok, now what? Just pour it down him?”

“Yes, all of it. He’ll be fine in about ten minutes,” she said. “Don’t worry, Steve. Give my love to that Ghost child, and y’all come visit me, real soon, ok?”

“Ok, Miz Caitlin, we will…and thanks.” He hung up the phone, and went back outside. He couldn’t see Ghost anywhere.

“Ghost, where are you?” he hollered. He looked all around the front yard, and he wasn’t in the car either. He checked the back yard, but he wasn’t there. As he came back to the front, he heard his own name being called. It was coming from down the long, dirt road, past the driveway. Then, he saw Ghost, staggering among the trees, off the road.

As fast as he could manage, with the cup in one hand, and his one crutch under his arm, Steve went to fetch Ghost. “Ghost, stand still, I’m coming to get you,” he shouted.

Ghost finally saw Steve, and made his way toward him, but ran into a tree, and fell down. “Where were you, Steve? I thought you went and left me here. I was gonna walk over there.”

His eyes were unfocused, as he peered up at Steve. “Why did ya leave me?”

“I didn’t, I was in the house,” Steve said. “Don’t get up, just stay still, Ghost.”

“Why?”

“Just do it. Now drink this, all of it…now.” Steve held the cup of liquid up to Ghost’s mouth.

He made a face. “It don’t smell good…what’s in it?” Ghost asked.

“It’s the cure for being drunk on that potion you had. It’ll make you feel better. Now, drink it.”

“Okay, okay,” Ghost drank it all, gagged, then hiccupped. “Thass nasty, Steve,” he shuddered.

“Whatever…now just sit here, and you’ll be back to normal…whatever that is…” Steve said. So Ghost sat, and Steve watched to see what would happen.

“Steve, I feel weird.”

Steve rolled his eyes, “Just go with it, it’s supposed to sober you up fast.”

After a few more minutes, Steve could see Ghost’s eyes were focusing, again. “How ya feel, now? Stand up, and see if you can walk.”

Ghost did, and seemed to be able to walk around, ok. “Hey, I think I’m back. I’m not dizzy anymore.”

“Good, now get in the car, we’re leaving, now. You should be good as new by the time we get there.”

They walked back to the yard, and after Steve had gotten his keys and Ghost’s backpack, he drove out to the highway. “Maybe those potions really do work, after all. At least this one did, or maybe it’s just the power of suggestion.”

“Oh, they work,” Ghost said. “How did you find the right one?”

“I called Miz Caitlin.”

“You did?” Ghost was surprised.

“Yep, I told her you were drunk on your ass, and she had me mix up a couple of liquid…I don’t know whats, and said you should drink it. And, I did, and you did, and now you’re fine.” Steve smiled.

“Crap…you told her I was drunk?” Ghost whined. “Why’d ya do that?”

“Because you were, dude.”

“Humpf,” Ghost pouted.

“What…she’s smart…she knows you drink wine and beer and all. It’s no secret,” Steve said.

“I know, but I’ll get a lecture, anyway.”

Steve sighed, “Well, did the potion give you any courage, like it said on the bottle, at least?”

“Maybe…but, mostly it just made me hot.”

“And drunk,” Steve laughed.

~

They arrived at Trevor’s house, and drove up the long driveway, to see the others waiting.

“About time,” Kinsey said, when they’d gotton out of the car. “You told me an hour, but it’s been more like two,” he looked at his watch.

“Sorry,” said Steve. “We had a situation, but it’s fine now.”

“Yeah, I was drunk,” Ghost giggled, “But, not anymore.” He spun around, but bumped into Terry, who held on to him, keeping him from falling down.

“Dude, are you sure about that?” Terry asked.

“Yep, I drank a potion, then another one, and I’m ok, now.”

Trevor and Zach were speechless. They were thinking, what had they gotten themselves into, letting a crazy person go into their haunted house, to do battle with demons. They gave each other a look, then burst out laughing, that they’d both been thinking the same thing.

Kinsey brought them all back to reality. In a loud and deep voice, he announced…”I’m here to…to…be the monitor…to keep this from getting out of hand. And, Terry is my back up.”

Steve stifled a laugh he could feel building.

“Now,” Kinsey continued, “let’s go over the steps, out here, then we’re going in.”

They all agreed, and this took about an hour to do, what with all the interruptions, and side conversations. By the time they were ready, it was full on dark out, and there was no moon. They each had a flashlight, and so, all traipsed around to the back door. Trevor took out his machete-like knife, hacking through the thick vines covering the door.

The six of them entered the murder house, one by one.

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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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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 140

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As Steve and Ghost reached the back of the big cemetery, they looked over the grounds, that spread over a few acres. “How ya gonna do it this time,” Steve asked. “This one is huge.”

“Guess I could just stand here at my grandmother’s grave, and holler real loud,” Ghost said.

“Okay, and you can get loud,” Steve laughed. “I think it’ll work.”

So, they repeated the meeting words, and sang their song again. Then, Ghost wished his grandmother a happy All Soul’s Day, and said he’d talk to her later. “I feel her with me, Steve. She’s sending love and calmness to me, and she says to you, too. Can you feel it?”

“I think I can, Ghost,” Steve smiled. He did feel a calm, peaceful feeling surrounding him.

They went back home, to await the night, and the séance.

~

By late afternoon, Kinsey hadn’t heard from anyone, so he started making phone calls. Terry was up first.

“Hey, Kinsey,” Terry said, answering his phone. “Can you hang on a second, I’m with a customer.”

Finished ringing up the customer’s purchase, he got back to Kinsey. “What’s up?”

“Just wondering if you’d heard from Steve, or any of the guys today.”

“Nope, just been busy here at the shop. Had a pretty good run of business, today. You heard anything?”

“No, and I thought we were supposed to meet out at Trevor’s house, sometime or other, tonight,” Kinsey said.

“Oh, yeah…that’s tonight, huh?” Terry said. “Well, are you gonna call them and see what time? Then, you can let me know, too. I can close up anytime.”

“Yeah, I’m going to call Steve, now. Do you want to ride out there with me, later?” Kinsey asked.

“Sure, that’d be fine, Kinsey…talk to ya later.”

Kinsey dialed up Steve’s phone, next. It rang quite a few times before Steve answered.

“Steve, where y’all been? Aren’t we all supposed to meet out at Trevor’s tonight?”

“Yeah, that’s the plan,” Steve said.

“Well, what time? Terry and I will be coming in together, but we need to know when.”

“Uh, just a minute, I’ll ask Ghost,” Steve said, setting the phone down.

Kinsey could faintly hear them talking, and wondered how Ghost could possibly know what time they’d go over there. Then Steve was back.

“Ghost is almost ready…maybe give it about an hour? We’ll meet y’all there.”

“Everything, okay?” Kinsey asked.

“Yeah, sure, we’re fine…had a great day, and we’re ready as we’ll ever be, I guess,” Steve laughed.

“We’ll see ya there then,” Kinsey said. He was confused. Those two in a good mood, when what they had planned was scary as hell? He shrugged. “Guess I’ll call Zach, then.”

He did, and asked Zach, “Where were y’all last night? I thought y’all would be back here.”

“Oh, well, our room was messed up, so we stayed in the motel out on the highway,” Zach explained.

“Are you and Trevor ready for things tonight? I talked to Steve, and they plan on being at your place in about an hour. Terry and I will be there too. How does that sound ?” Kinsey asked.

“Sure, guess we’ll see ya then, Kinsey…we’re ready to go do this,” Zach said, then laughed at something Trevor said in the background.

“Are y’all okay over there?” Kinsey asked. He was still puzzled.

“Yeah, no problems here,” Zach said.

“Fine…see y’all in a few,” Kinsey said, and hung up. Am I the only one concerned about this séance thing? They all are acting strange, happy-go-lucky strange. Maybe they all smoked weed, and forgot to invite me. It’s too weird how they’re acting, after the past few days. This better not be a hoax at my expense…

He grabbed a bottle of his private stash of whiskey, from upstairs, and downed a couple of shots. I need to catch up with the good mood…

He heard banging on the back door. When he opened it, Terry came in saying, “Hey, thought you were gonna call me back.”

“Oh, sorry…I forgot. I did talk to the guys, and they’re all meeting out there in an hour…well, less, now. They were acting strange. Guess that’s what threw me off about calling you back.”

“Why strange?” Terry asked, as he got himself a bottle of beer from the cooler.

“Well, you tell me…you’re acting funny, too…why?” Kinsey asked.

“What are you talking about?”

“Everyone’s in a really happy mood…like we’re going to a party, or something. Nobody’s worried, or scared anymore? I figured y’all smoked shit, and didn’t ask me,” Kinsey laughed.

Terry tipped back his beer, “Ahh, I needed this after the day I’ve had,” he said. “Well, Kinsey, first you worry ’cause everyone’s scared…now, it’s ’cause everyone’s happy?” he shrugged. “I don’t know about the others, but I didn’t smoke anything, yet. I just had a good day at work. I didn’t even remember about tonight, until you called. You say they were all laughing and feeling good?”

“Yeah, and I’m beginning to think this is all a big trick on me, and maybe you, too…I don’t know anymore what’s going on, but I’m gonna find out, soon as we get over there,” Kinsey said, downing another shot of whiskey.

“I’m up for it, any way it goes down…let’s go,” Terry said, heading for the door.

~

Trevor and Zach got to the house first, and just sat in the car, waiting for the others. The sun was going down behind the trees, but it was still light out. “You ready for this, Trev?” Zach asked.

“Yep, it’s time. It’s been too long, and I’m feeling confident this séance, and Ghost can put an end to it.”

Zach nodded, “Oh, Steve said you should have a safe word…in case it gets to be too much…and we’ll quit.”

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking what it should be,” Trevor said. “At first, I thought maybe Birdland, but that’s too close to what this is all about.”

“Yeah, it is. Well, you could go with a food…Ghost’s is pancakes…” Zach giggled.

“That’s funny. I don’t know…” Trevor thought some more. “Maybe Jamaica? I loved it there…good memories.”

“Yeah, that’s good…and I’ll tell the others. If you say Jamaica, then we’ll know to stop.”

Just then, Kinsey and Terry pulled into the driveway. “Hey, guys,” Terry said, getting out of the car. “Y’all ready for this?”

“Sure, soon as Ghost and Steve get here,” Zach said.

They were all leaning up against their cars, catching up with each other’s day. No one mentioned what was about to take place.

~

Ghost and Steve were slow about getting out the door to go over to the house.

“Ghost, ya ready? They’re probably out there, already…waiting on us,” Steve said.

“In a minute. I have to make sure I got everything,” Ghost said.

“Dude, you already checked a bunch of times. I checked it…it’s all there. C’mon, already,” Steve said, getting impatient.

“I know, but I have to do this. It don’t feel right, yet,” Ghost said.

Steve rolled his eyes, “Don’t tell me ya got OCD now, too.”

“What’s that?”

“Never mind…just hurry up.” Steve figured Ghost was just stalling, afraid to actually do the séance, but he wasn’t about to say anything. “I’m gonna be out on the porch, Ghost,” he hollered.

Ghost checked the items, again, and zipped up his backpack. For good measure, he went into the back room, and got a special potion he’d salvaged from the stock of his grandmother’s. It was a small vial of liquid, that she’d labeled ‘courage’. He drank it down in one gulp, made a face, and headed for the door.

Then, it hit him…he started to sweat. Beads of it ran down his face. He wiped his arm over his forehead. I’m so hot…what was in that potion?

He stumbled out the front door, and Steve gasped, “What the hell, Ghost?”

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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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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 139

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Steve got back in his car, as Trevor and Zach waved good-bye.

“It was in there, wasn’t it?” Ghost asked.

“Yeah, I think so, but it didn’t do much. It just made the vines grow some more. It did feel creepy, though,” Steve said. “Oh, and guess what? The lamp was on, but it wasn’t plugged in. Did anything happen out here in the yard?”

Ghost shrugged, “I don’t know, I had my eyes closed, and I didn’t let anything in my head.”

“So, you weren’t listening in?”

“No, why…what did you say?”

“Oh, just that we’ll be here tomorrow night; and, here’s something you might be interested in. I’d never heard of it, anyway. It’s called All Soul’s Day.”

“What’s that? Is it like us…Lost Souls?”

“Nope, it a celebration…a kind of party, where people pay respect to their dead relatives. Anyway, the Day of the Dead day,  it’s tomorrow,” Steve said.

“Why just that one day, Steve? The souls are here all the time, just waiting to be acknowledged. They come and go, however they want to. This Day of the Dead thing sounds nice, to me,” he smiled. He saw the look on Steve’s face. “Oh, guess y’all were scared, huh?”

“Yeah, we were. At least me and Trevor were. Zach’s seen it all down in New Orleans, so he was telling us about it,” Steve said. He sighed, “I really don’t want to see ghosts, Ghost.”

Ghost laughed, “You won’t, unless you’re like me…I’ll see them just fine.”

“And the demon ones…what about that…you want to see those?”

“No, but I know I will. That’s why we’re doing this. So I can see what’s possessing the house and tell it to go away. And, y’all are my back-up tough guys, so none of y’all better freak out.”

“Oh, I plan on freaking out plenty,” Steve said, “but, I’ll stay on guard, like you say. I just want to keep you from freaking out. I mean it, Ghost…if it gets too much, promise me you’ll stop?”

“Yeah, okay,” Ghost said.

“Really, I think we should have a code word, too,” Steve said. “You know, if you say the word, then we’ll know it’s trying to take you away, or something…or you want to call it off, and need our help.”

“Hey, yeah…that’s sounds good, Steve. What can be our safe word?”

“I think it should be something easy, and something you probably wouldn’t say at a séance.”

“Okay, let me think…I know, how about pancakes?”

Steve laughed, “That’s easy enough.”

“Yeah, and I don’t think I’d be saying it to the evil spirit, like asking it to stay for supper.”

“Pancakes is the safe word, then. We’ll tell the guys, tomorrow.”

“Good…and Steve, it might be making me say crazy stuff, but if I can break through and say the word, y’all will know to rescue me, and kick butt on the demon, ok?”

“Sure, we will, but…how are we supposed to fight it off, if we can’t even see it?” Steve asked.

“Y’all just fight like you’d do in a real fight. Do anything you have to do, like kick, and punch, and holler, and…I don’t know…say some Bible stuff at it, and do some karate chops, too,” Ghost said. “Oh, and if it has ahold of me, I’ll probably say a bunch of mean stuff to you, and to them. It won’t be me saying it, just that it’s talking through me. So, if I can, I’ll say the word, and y’all drag me out, fast…even if I say not to, ok? Promise?” he sighed.

“Yeah, I promise, Ghost. I’ll be so glad when it’s over and done with.”

“Me, too.”

~

They were back home now. Spirit was sleeping on the couch, but when he got up to greet them, he yowled and hissed, as he rubbed against Steve’s leg. He swatted at Steve’s boot.

“What the hell is wrong with your cat?” Steve asked, shoving the cat away from him.

“He can smell the evil clinging to you, from being in that house,” Ghost said.

“Oh, well…sorry, cat…I’ll go wash it off, then,” Steve said, going into the bathroom to take a shower. “I do feel dirty, now.”

They spent the rest of the night trying to relax. As morning dawned, Ghost woke, made coffee, and went out front to greet the day, as usual. He was subdued, thinking of what would happen that night, but trying not to. Steve came out and joined him on the old porch swing.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, just sitting here,” Ghost said. He held his cup up to his face, with both hands, breathing in the steam. He sighed. “I’m going to the graveyards today, Steve…I need to.”

“You want me to come with you?” Steve asked.

“If you want to, but you don’t have to. I’m gonna re-paint my warding off sign on the porch, too. It’s faded again,” he said, looking down at it. He sighed again, closing his eyes.

Steve noticed how tired Ghost looked, and the dark circles under his eyes. He hadn’t been eating right, and his sleep had been interrupted by nightmares the past few nights.

“Ghost, try not to worry about tonight. You look exhausted, and that makes me worry about you.”

“I can’t help it, Steve. I don’t have any energy anymore. Maybe I’m getting sick, or something,” he sighed, and yawned, “and, I’m so sleepy.”

“Come here, Ghost,” Steve said, as he pulled him down to rest on his lap. “You can sleep out here with me, if you want. It’s peaceful and I’ll rock you to sleep on this swing.”

Ghost smiled, and gulped the rest of his coffee. He closed his eyes, and was instantly asleep. Steve stroked Ghost’s hair, closed his own eyes, and dozed off, too. The breeze made a soft shushing sound through the pine trees, and the wind chime tinkled. Spirit curled up beside them.

~

After a couple of hours, Ghost woke feeling better. Steve woke, too. It was getting hot outside, again.

“How ya feeling?” Steve asked.

“Better, but I’m hungry, let’s go in.”

As they headed inside to the kitchen, Steve noticed the time. They’d slept longer than the couple hours he’d thought. “It’s almost lunch time, Ghost. We missed breakfast.”

“Oh, well, guess we can just have a sandwich, then,” Ghost said, getting out lunch meat and bread.

They felt revived after eating, so Ghost then got out his paints, to freshen up the star. Steve took his guitar out with him, and played some songs, while he watched Ghost. When he was finished, he said, “I’m going on down to the graveyards, first the little one, then the big one. You coming?”

“Sure, nothing else to do,” Steve said. “What ‘cha gonna do?” he asked, as they walked the well worn path behind their house.

“I don’t know, guess I’ll just say hi, and wish everyone a peaceful All Soul’s Day,” Ghost said.

“Like what…call a meeting?” Steve smiled at that.

“Hey, yeah, that would work,” Ghost laughed. “I mean, you did say it was a happy time, this celebration, didn’t ya?”

“That what I heard,” Steve shrugged.

“Well, go back and get your guitar…we’ll sing ’em a song.”

“You’re serious about this, for real?”

“Yeah, go on, Steve.”

“Okay,” he said, as he went back up to the house. This is very strange, but if it makes Ghost laugh, then it’ll be worth the trouble

When he got back, Ghost was sitting on one of the markers, swinging his legs, and already humming a song. “Ok, what song do you want for this meeting?” Steve asked.

“Let’s do *”Peaceful Easy Feeling”,” Ghost suggested.

“Sure, that’s a good one. Are you gonna talk first?” Steve asked.

“Yeah,” Ghost said, and stood up on top of the marker, barely  balancing himself.

“Oh, hey, I got your camera, too,” Steve said. “I’ll take your picture.”

“Cool, do one now, and then some when I’m talking, too,” Ghost said, smiling down at Steve.

Steve was shaking his head and grinning, “You’re such a ham, dude.” He laughed at the crazy pose Ghost was in.

“Yeah, I know,” Ghost laughed. He turned to face all the tombstones.

“Hey, everybody, this is Ghost. I know I come out here and talk to y’all all the time, but I found out this here is a special day. So, All Soul’s Day means to pay respect to all souls…even us, me and Steve, ’cause we’re Lost Souls?…and I didn’t bring any food out here, but me and Steve will sing ya a song.” Ghost nodded to Steve, who’d been taking pictures.

Steve grabbed his guitar, and they began singing. They played it loud, and not at all peaceful, but were in a great mood, when they were finished.

“That was so much fun, Steve,” Ghost said, as he jumped down from the tombstone.

“You know what? I was a little down before we came out here, but this was really a good idea,” Steve said. “I feel happy,”

“Yeah, me too,” Ghost said, then hollered to all the souls in the graveyard, “Bye y’all, see ya later.”

“Ready to go to the big cemetery, now?” Steve asked.

“Yep, let’s do it,” Ghost said. They walked the back pathway, to the main cemetery in town, kicking at the autumn leaves, and joking around all the way.

~

*Peaceful Easy Feeling, by the Eagles, released December 1, 1972, on the album “Eagles”; label, Asylum, recorded at Olympic Sound Studios – London, written by – Jack Tempchin.

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 138

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Everything looked peaceful, as they drove up the long driveway to Trevor’s house. The sunset was streaking the sky with orange, through gray clouds, and Zach’s car was parked close to the vine covered house. Somewhere in Steve’s mind, the thought came that the vines were still lush, full, and green, instead of the late autumn faded colors, as most vegetation prepared for winter.

“You getting out?” he asked Ghost.

“No, you go and tell them. I’m not going in there until I have to.”

“Okay, then,” Steve took a deep breath, “if I’m not out in a little bit, come in and rescue me, heh, heh,” he joked.

He walked around to the back of the house. He knew the door was there, but now it was hard to tell exactly where; the vines had taken over even more of the entryway, since Zach and Trevor had come home last night.

Gingerly reaching through the vines, Steve did find where the wooden door was, and he knocked loud, several times. He got no response. Then, feeling around, he felt the doorknob, so turned it, pulling and pushing, until he broke through the vines, and the door opened. A gust of stale air blew out at him . He coughed, as dust particles swirled around, and then he took a step inside.

“Trevor, Zach…” His voice echoed a little, as he peered into the gloomy looking room, the kitchen, he noticed; it looked like a pretty normal kitchen. Walking further in, he came to the living room, or what had once been one. The only thing in there, now, was an architect’s drawing table, and a goose neck lamp. The lamp was shining on one of Trevor’s cartoon drawings…it was not plugged in. The rest of the room was in darkness.

“Trevor, are you here?” he hollered again. Moving down a hallway, he saw the closed door of what must be a bedroom. At least he thought it was a door. Looking closer, he realized it was a thick barrier of vines. He tried to see through the tight tangles. Catching his breath, he saw the still forms of Trevor and Zach on the bed.

He could barely make them out, but they seemed to be ok, only sleeping.  “Hey, Trevor…Zach…wake up.” He took hold of the vines, shaking them. “Wake up and come out of there.”

Trevor startled awake, grabbing Zach. “What…Zach, what is it?” He reached under his pillow, taking out the longest knife Steve had ever seen.

“Whoa, dude…” Steve said, moving back a bit from the doorway.

“Steve, is that you?” Trevor squinted toward the door.

“Yeah, can y’all get out?”

“Stand back,” Trevor said, “I’m gonna hack it open.” He got up, moving toward the door.

“Careful, Trev,” Zach said.

Trevor came at the doorway, full charge, and began chopping and yelling.

Steve had backed up clear across the hallway. He watched in amazement, as Trevor cut through the vines in a matter of minutes.

“That’s some sharp blade ya got, Trevor,” Steve said.

Trevor looked at it, “Yeah, it does the job, every time.”

They came out of the bedroom, and they all went back to the living room. “We were just checking on y’all,” Steve said. “We’ve been at the club, and Kinsey hadn’t heard from you. You didn’t hear your phone?”

“No, we’ve been asleep all day. How’s he doing?”

“He’s ok, just stressed out.”

“Did they find out what caused the fire?”

“Not yet, but…well, Ghost thinks it was your evil spirit…that you brought it over there, somehow.” Steve shrugged.

Trevor frowned, “Huh, maybe it was. I felt like something was following me all day, yesterday, and then that attack on Ghost…sounds like it to me.”

“Well, what I came over here to say, is Ghost and me…we’re coming over here tomorrow night. We’re ready, and maybe it will help. Kinsey and Terry are coming too, I think,” Steve said.

“Okay, we’re ready, too, right Zach?”

“It’s fine with me,” Zach said. “and, it’ll be easier for Ghost to call out the evil spirit tomorrow, too, being it’s All Soul’s Day.”

“What’s that?” Steve asked.

“What, y’all never heard of it?” Zach asked, looking at Steve and Trevor, who were shaking their heads.

“Not to be a nerd about knowing all kinds of shit, it’s when all the dead souls can come back for a day. They hang around, and their families make a celebration of it.”

Zach looked to see if Steve and Trevor were understanding what he meant. They both looked horrified. “No, no…it’s not scary…it’s supposed to be fun…the Day of the Dead…you pay your respects, and eat good food…you know, a party.”

“I never heard of it,” Steve said.

“I thought Ghost, for sure, would know all about it, seeing as he talks to graveyard spirits,” Zach said.

Steve was still shaking his head, “No, and Ghost doesn’t need a special day to talk to spirits. He does it all the time.”

Trevor was looking pale. “Are you saying my family can come out of their graves tomorrow…and come here…in the house…and murder me, too?” He was about to panic.

“No, not like that, Trev…they can’t hurt you…they’re dead.”

“But, we’ll see them? Or, will we see them dead, or alive, or what, Zach?”

“Dude, I don’t know. I never saw anything before, but…” Zach looked at Steve, “Ghost probably can. Where is he, anyway?”

“He’s out in the car. He’s too scared to come in here.”

“But…how’s he gonna do stuff, if he doesn’t come in?” Zach was confused.

“He’ll come in, tomorrow…he has some special ju-ju he’s gonna use…some stuff to protect us. He didn’t bring it, right now.” Steve said, taking a breath. “Listen, guys…we’ve come this far into this thing, and I’m done being scared. Tomorrow, we should all be united, with one goal…get tough, and get rid of whatever is in this house…and…follow Ghost’s lead.” He sounded sure of this, even though he knew Ghost had no idea what to do. “Are we agreed?”

“Yeah, agreed,” Trevor and Zach both said.

“Well, I’m going home. Are y’all staying here again tonight?”

“Are we, Trevor?” Zach asked.

“Is there a motel in town?” Trevor asked.

“Yeah, out on the west highway, about a mile down,” Steve said.

Trevor nodded, “Good…we’ll go stay there. We need a break from this house, and we can get a fresh start in the morning.”

“Yeah, and all our stuff is still over at Kinsey’s, so guess we’re ready to go,” Zach said.

~

The three of them left out the back door, stomping down on the vines that had already began growing back over the threshold.

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 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.

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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.

“Okay, 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.

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 136

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After Steve had said there had been a fire at the club, Ghost didn’t move. He just absentmindedly made himself another sandwich, but his mind was reeling. Steve came back, ready to go out the door. He 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 okay…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…

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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 okay, 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, “Okay, 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.

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

“Yeah…,” 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.

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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.

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