Two Souls: Into the Fire # 115

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 115

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 115

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The little brass door bell tinkled, as Steve and Ghost entered the Whirling Disc record shop. Terry was behind the counter, and looked up.

“Don’t tell me it’s Halloween, already,” he said, laughing at what they were wearing. “Is that your costumes, or did y’all just forget to get dressed?”

“Oh, yeah, we just forgot,” Steve said. He hobbled his way over closer to the counter.

“I see you’re doing okay on those crutches…did you drive, too?”

“Yeah, it wasn’t too hard, and we got tired of being home. We were just over at the Yew for awhile,” Steve said. “Man, you should have been there.” He laughed, looking over at Ghost, who was spinning around on Terry’s office chair. He had the headphones on, listening to new music that had come in.

“Why, what happened?” Terry asked.

“Ghost just told everybody off…Zach, Trevor, and Calvin. He told them some truths about themselves,” Steve said, going into detail about the past hour. He had Terry laughing, too.

After a few minutes, Steve said, “Well, what I wanted to ask you, is can we do our CD recording in your studio…like in the next few days?”

“Sure ya can. Y’all got it all planned out? Do ya want me and R. J. to sit in on it, too? I’m sure we can set it up, just let us know…no problem.” Terry said.

“Yeah, y’all can look over the music and stuff ahead of time. I made some copies, and then we’ll set up a time.”

“Sure thing, Steve. It’s about time y’all had something new. It’s been a long time since the tape came out.”

“I know, and this time I want to make more…enough to send out farther around the area. Maybe, we’ll get discovered, or something,” Steve laughed.

“We got a cat, Terry,” Ghost said.

“Yeah, Kinsey said something about that,” Terry smiled.

“We named him Spirit, and you can see him, when you come get the music,” Ghost said.

“I will real soon, Ghost.”

“You ready to go home, Ghost? We need to feed your cat, and Terry needs to get back to work,” Steve said, heading for the door.

Terry held the door open for him. “Any time you get bored, Steve, you should come put in a few hours here.”

“Okay, soon as we get this recording done, sure will, Terry.”

~

Back at home, Steve did some work on the music, getting his notes and suggestions down on paper. Ghost finished putting together his layout of pictures, for the book.  “I’m done with this, Steve. When can we take it to the printer?” he asked.

Steve took the pages, looking through them. “This is really good. Maybe tomorrow we can drive over to Raleigh, and drop it off. When we get back, I think we should go on over to the studio. I’d feel better if we get started with the recording as soon as we can.”

“Yeah, that sounds good. I’m tired, though…I’ll be glad when it’s all done.”

“Me too,” Steve said. He yawned, and tried to scratch an itch up under his cast. “All that running around this morning, maybe was too much. My leg kinda hurts, and really I should be resting it. Dragging this cast around isn’t as easy as it looks.”

“Did Terry say for sure he was coming out here today?” Ghost asked.

“No, but I have a feeling he will,” Steve said.

“You have a ‘feeling’,” Ghost giggled.

“Yeah, so…I can get a ‘feeling’, too, ya know.”

“Uh-huh, I know…well, I have a feeling like I’m gonna go take a nap,” Ghost said.

“Good idea, me too. C’mon Spirit, let’s go to bed,” Steve said, getting up off the couch.

All three of them settled in under the blankets on Ghost’s bed. It was the middle of the afternoon, but the house was quiet and warm, and they fell asleep pretty quick. A few hours later, Spirit woke. He walked around on top of Steve and Ghost, patting their faces with his paws, and meowing in their ears, trying to wake them.

“We’re still sleeping, cat…settle down,” Ghost said.

“What’s the matter with your cat?” Steve asked, cracking open his eyes.


“He wants us to wake up; maybe he’s hungry.”

They tried to go back to sleep a little while longer, but then heard a scuffling out on the front porch, and a slight knocking on the door.

“Is that Terry, already?” Ghost asked.

“I wouldn’t think so,” Steve said. “He doesn’t usually close the shop this early.”

“Well, go see.”

“Why me?”

“You’re closer to the door, and I’m still asleep,” Ghost said.

“Fine, I’ll get up,” Steve said, sitting up on the edge of the bed. Running his fingers through his wild hair, and over his face, he sighed. No one comes out here much, uninvited… He grabbed his baseball bat from his room, as he went down the hall to the front door, just in case. Whoever it was, was still there, and kept on knocking. Guess it’s not a burgler..don’t think a burgler would knock, before stealing your stuff…

He opened the door, looking out through the screen. It was Zach and Trevor.

“Yeah?” Steve asked, looking them over. “What ‘cha want? We have a phone, ya know.”

“Uh, hey Steve,” Zach said, as he eyed the bat. “We just wanted to come out here and see you and Ghost.”

“Why?”

“Well, uh, we never really got to talk to y’all, ever, and we just wanted to…say hey, and maybe get to know y’all better, and…maybe we can start over?”

Steve was frowning, “What the hell are you trying to say? Ya wanna be ‘friends’…is that it?  I think it’s too late for that, already. Ya come into town, out of the blue, and start shit with me and Ghost. That ain’t cool, man. So…just run along…” He made a shooing motion with his hands, and started closing the door.

“Wait, Steve,” Ghost said. He’d come into the living room and was leaning on the hall doorway. His hair was all fly-away from blanket static, and he was holding the cat.

“Aw, shit, Ghost, why ya wanna give these two the time of day? We’re not enemies, Zach, but were not friends, either.”

“Let ’em in, Steve,” Ghost said.

“What…why? Fine, whatever…” Steve said, as he unlocked the screen. “Ghost seems to think I should let y’all in, but ya better keep a rein on Trevor. One wrong move, and…” he slapped the bat into his other hand.

Ghost reached out, pulling Steve away from the door. Zach and Trevor came in. They’d never been there before, so were curious as to what they’d see inside, especially since they’d snooped around outside, that time, looking for Nothing. The door knocker gargoyle, and hex sign painted on the porch, was still a little freaky, they thought.

Steve kept staring at them, not saying a word, waiting for them to speak first. Ghost was still holding Spirit, but suddenly the cat yowled. His fur standing on end, he jumped from Ghost’s arms, and ran into the bedroom under the bed.

“What the hell,” Steve yelled.

Ghost looked like he was about to do the same as the cat. He knew the cat had sensed something weird about Zach and Trevor. He hadn’t quite caught what it was about them, yet, but he was wary, now.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

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

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 114

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 114

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 114

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Ghost pulled open the heavy wooden door, while Steve managed his crutches, as they entered the club. They could see that Zach and Trevor were here, too. Zach, Calvin, and R. J. were up on the stage, rehearsing, and Trevor was at the bar, eating a sandwich.

No one said a word at first, as Steve and Ghost made their way over to the bar…they just stared at them. There was still a little tension between them all, except R. J., as he was friends with everyone he met. He did finally look over to say hey, and waved.

“Where’s Kinsey?” Ghost asked Trevor.

Still being a bit shy around people he didn’t know well, Trevor just pointed toward the office.

“Thanks, Trevor,” Ghost said, catching Trevor’s eye for a second.

Trevor hadn’t actually ever spoken to Ghost, before…not one on one, but Ghost was sensing a strange feeling about him, though, and it made him uncomfortable. It was like this guy was scared to even have thoughts like he was having. Then it came to him…this guy wanted to get him alone and kiss him.

Ghost looked startled, as he realized what Trevor was thinking, even though Trevor had repressed the thought quickly. Ghost looked intently into Trevor’s eyes, and shook his head, no. Trevor immediately looked down, embarrassed.

Steve had seen what happened, and knew without asking, that Trevor had silently hit on Ghost, and Ghost had turned him down. He took hold of Ghost’s arm and pulled him toward the office with him. As they went down the hall, he stopped and said quietly, to Ghost,

“I know what that was about,” he sighed. “It’s ok, Ghost…I know now that you can’t control other people’s thoughts, just read them. I know guys would love to have you…who wouldn’t…but, thank you for turning him down.”

Ghost looked down, his hair falling in front of his eyes, but Steve took Ghost’s face, raised it up, and kissed him, with such love, that Ghost melted into Steve’s arms. He gasped, and wanted Steve again…right now, right here. Steve felt the same, but whispered, “Later.”

But, Ghost took Steve’s hand, leading him farther down the hall, to the storage room, shutting the door behind them.

“Ghost, we’re at the club…we can’t…”

Ghost’s eyes were fevered, his touch on Steve’s skin insistent, and Steve didn’t care anymore. They sank down onto the carpet. Ghost took Steve gently, but surely, to the edge, and then over. Steve teased Ghost with his kisses and touches, until he moaned, crying out Steve’s name, as he knew nothing but pleasure from Steve’s hands.

As they lay there, catching their breath, they heard whispering and scurrying out in the hallway. They started laughing at what they’d just done, and that everyone probably knew all about it, already. There was nothing to do about it, though, except open the door and come out.

As they did, they saw Zach and Trevor hurrying back down the hall, but R. J. was standing right in front of them. Kinsey was in his office, across the way, pretending to work, but kept glancing over at them, trying not to smile.

“Dudes,” R. J. said, a big smile on his face. “Y’all were making so much noise in there, we thought for sure something was wrong. Guess y’all were just getting it on, big time, huh?” He continued to stand there and stare.

Steve glared at him, “Go…now…” and pointed down the hall, away from them, and R. J. took off.

Steve walked across the hall, with Ghost right behind him, where they eased their way into Kinsey’s office. They just stood there, waiting for Kinsey to lay into them.

Kinsey finally looked up, shook his head, saying simply…”I wish I was young and brazen, again,” and he smiled.

They let out a breath of relief. “Kinsey…” Steve began, but Kinsey held up his hand.

“Why are y’all here? Did you come all the way out here, just to fuck in my storeroom, or what? Y’all have a home…do it there.”

“We already did,” Ghost blurted out.

Steve and Kinsey both turned and stared at Ghost, then started laughing.

“Kinsey, we just came to say hi, and say I can drive just fine…and we were tired of staying home, so…that’s all,” Steve said.

“Uh-huh,” Kinsey said, “well, I have work to do, y’all leave me be, or I’ll find some chores for you both to do.”

“What kind of chores?” Ghost asked.

Kinsey leaned back in his chair, raising his eyebrows. Steve pushed Ghost out the door in a hurry. “Sorry for bothering you, Kinsey. Go, Ghost…just go,” Steve said. They made their way back into the club.

The others were back on the stage, going through their numbers. Ghost headed over to the side of the stage, to the wall, to do some writing. Steve just pulled up a chair, right in front of the stage, crossed his arms, and just stared at Trevor and Zach, knowing it would make them uncomfortable.

They eyed each other, and Zach could hardly concentrate on the songs. Calvin kept starting a song, but Zach kept messing it up, so he had to start over. Trevor was sitting on the stage, trying to encourage Zach. R. J. was in his own world, playing his bass notes, over and over.

“Hey, Zach,” Calvin shouted, “what’s the hell’s the matter…get it together, man.” 

Zach tried again, then said to Steve, “Man, why are you here? Why are you staring at me?”

Steve just smiled.

“Don’t pay any attention to Steve, Zach,” Calvin said, “he stares at everybody, and he doesn’t like anyone, anyway.

R. J. said, mostly to himself, “He likes me…”

Trevor was listening to this exchange, but kept glancing down at Ghost. He was having feelings he thought he’d never have, now that he and Zach were together. He loved Zach, loved that Zach had shown him what love was, and how to love. He owed Zach his very life. But, this Ghost person was awakening something in him that he’d never knew existed…lust.

He absentmindedly licked his lips, as he gazed at Ghost, then jerked back to watch Zach sing. Then, his eyes would wander back to Ghost. Zach noticed, and was having even more trouble with the songs.

Steve noticed too, and was on the verge of getting up and yanking Trevor off the stage, and beating the shit out of him.

Ghost knew exactly what was going on behind him, as he wrote on the wall. He heard everyone’s thoughts, one after the other, and could feel Steve’s anger building. Crap…I gotta do something about this… he thought, when he could get a word of his own thoughts in amongst all the others. He finished drawing his picture of Spirit, then stood up and hollered, as loud as he could.

“Stop it…all of you!”

They all jumped, and looked over at Ghost.

“Y’all are making my head explode! You,” he pointed to Trevor, “stop thinking we’re going to hook up…it’s never gonna happen.”

Then he pointed to Zach, “And you, sing your damn songs…and work harder to satisfy your lover, or you will lose him someday.”

Looking at Calvin, he said, “You, Calvin…keep practicing, and give Zach a break…he can’t start singing, until you actually play the right notes.”

R. J was playing a dirge on the bass, scared Ghost was going to say something bad about him, but Ghost said, “R. J….your bass is sounding fierce tonight.”

Then he turned to Steve, “Let’s go home,” and his smile melted Steve’s heart. He reached out for Ghost, and they headed for the door.

“Bye, Kinsey,” Ghost said, as they passed.

Kinsey had seen the whole thing. Everyone just froze for a minute, watching as Steve and Ghost went out the door. Then they shuffled around, looking embarrassed that they’d gotten called out on all their thoughts and feelings.

Except Kinsey…he was laughing so hard, he could hardly keep standing. “Oh, my God,” he finally sputtered. “Ghost sure can tell it like it is.” He looked at them all. “Take heed, guys, you may think Ghost is weird, but you can’t ever put anything past that little psychic.” He went back to his office, still laughing.

As Steve and Ghost got outside, Steve burst out laughing, too. “God, Ghost…that was incredible what you just did. You had them all nailed, with your dead on truth. And…and..” he almost choked…”what you said to Calvin, was the funniest thing I ever heard. Man, he was just murdering those songs.”

“Well,” Ghost said, “they were hurting my ears with all the noise they were thinking, and Calvin’s playing was really bad.”

“I know, I know…” Steve said.

They walked on down the block, to see Terry. Steve wanted to ask about recording in his little studio, soon.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 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.

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.

warning      warning      warning      warning

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 # 113

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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Early the next morning, Ghost woke first. He was feeling better, and he watched Steve sleep for awhile. He tried to memorize Steve’s face…a favorite thing he liked to do. He traced his fingers over Steve’s brow, his cheekbones, his nose, lips, and chin. He wanted to draw a picture of Steve…and something else nagged at him. He couldn’t quite get why he needed to feel Steve’s face…to remember it.

Then, Steve opened his eyes, to see Ghost, right up in his face. “Ghost,” he breathed, “what are you doing?”

Ghost kissed him, then said, “Remembering you.”

Steve looked confused. “Why?”

Ghost blinked a few times. “Just ’cause I need to, Steve…’cause…what if I forget?”

“You’re scaring me, Ghost,” Steve said. “What are you saying?” He searched Ghost’s eyes for some meaning to what Ghost had said.

“I don’t know,” Ghost said, softly. “Just, something makes me need to look at you. I can’t explain it.”

“Well, stop staring at me, now,” Steve shivered a bit. “I’m here and you’re here, and we’ll always be here. You can look at me later.”

“Okay, but I’m going to draw your picture.”

“That’s nice, Ghost, but can we get some coffee first?”

“Yeah, I’ll fix it…and Spirit woke me up ’cause he’s hungry.” He went into the kitchen to start the coffee brewing.

Steve lay there a bit longer, trying to make some kind of sense out of what Ghost was talking about. The only thing he could come up with was Ghost was afraid he wouldn’t be able to see him, someday…why? And, then his next thought scared the hell out of him…Ghost was going blind …His one eye was already damaged…and his brain…Is he having a premonition of both his eyes going dark, in the future? Oh, please God, no! …

Ghost couldn’t even clearly see it, in his mind’s eye; he couldn’t see what was the matter yet…and he almost never was cloudy on his visions. They always came to him clear and fully formed. This is bad… Steve’s heart pounded… Please, not in this lifetime…and never!  Maybe it is just something that happened in a past life, just coming into blurry focus, and he was just now sensing a manifestation of the former life’s problems.

“Ok, please…just let it be something like that,” he begged. “Whatever it is, it’s effecting him now, though.”

Steve didn’t want to bring any of this up, with Ghost, but he did want to be on watch for any other signs…to do whatever he could to prevent this happening. He scrubbed at his face, threw off the covers, and got out of bed. He forced himself to stop thinking about it.

He could hear Ghost talking to the cat, and getting mugs out for their coffee.  He sounds cheerful, at least… He went into the bathroom, to freshen up, then went to get his coffee. His mug was on the counter, and saw that Ghost was out on the front porch, in the swing. He tried to figure out how to get himself, on the crutches, and his coffee out there, but knew it was impossible.

“Ghost,” he called out. “Ghost, come here a minute…carry my coffee out there, would ‘ya?”

Ghost came in and smiled, “Ya need some help?”

“Yeah, guess I do,”

“You’re getting good using those, but ya need more hands,” Ghost said, as he took Steve’s mug out, and held open the screen for him.

“I know, ” Steve said, “and that’s what you’re here for.”

Spirit was playing in the grass just in front of the porch. The snow storm had not quite finished off all the grass, but it was barely hanging on. Leaves were still falling, making a thick, leafy carpet of orange and red, over the yard. They watched the cat pouncing on, and in the leaves.

“This is nice, Ghost. After that freak blizzard, guess this is what…Indian Summer?”

“I like the fall, Steve. There’s pumpkins, and it’s not too hot or too cold…and there’s Halloween. Oh, are we gonna wear a costume to the club?”

“I don’t know, maybe, if everyone else does, I guess we could. I’ll ask around.”

“I know what you can be,” said Ghost. “You can wrap up the rest of you like your leg, and be a mummy,” he laughed.

“Yeah, real funny,” Steve grinned. “About as funny as the time you wore a sheet, and went as a ghost.”

“That was a good one, that time I did, though,” Ghost said. “Nobody knew it was me, ’cause they thought it’d be too obvious…and they got a big surprise, when I took it off, and went boo!” he giggled, remembering.

“Yeah, that was funny. What did I go as, that time? I already forgot.”

“Um…wasn’t it a pirate…or was that another time?” Ghost said. Steve thought a minute…” Wait…it was when I went as an old lady…with that gray wig and the cane, and everyone thought I was Kinsey’s mother.”

“Yeah, that’s it,” Ghost laughed. “You looked so real, too.”

“Well, I can’t disguise myself much this time, everybody knows I got a cast on my leg. You got any suggestions?” Steve asked.

“For tricking people? I can’t think of anything right now, except just decorating your cast and crutches, and wearing black and orange.”

What about you?” Steve asked.

Ghost thought a couple of minutes. “Maybe, I’ll be one of those papa guys.”

“Papa guys? What’s that?” Steve asked.

“Oh, you know…the ones with the cameras…I can take pictures of everyone, like they do of those famous people. I’d just dress regular, and have a hat on, that says ‘press’, or whatever magazine I’m from. Then later, I can put the pictures of everybody on the wall,” Ghost said. “What do you think?”

Steve was nodding his approval. “I kinda like that idea, Ghost…it’s a good one.”

They finished their coffee, and went back inside to eat some cold cereal and fruit for breakfast. Then, Steve was ready to try driving his car. Ghost helped him in, then stood back to watch.

“It shouldn’t be too hard,” Steve said. Since it was his left leg in a cast, and the car was automatic, he had no trouble at all. “Piece ‘o cake,” he said, when he’d driven up and down their road, a few times. “Okay, hop in, we’ll go to town…see Kinsey, Terry…whatever. I’m tired of being stuck out here.”

“Yeah me, too,” Ghost said, getting in the car.

About halfway down the highway to town, Steve looked over at Ghost. “Uh, guess we didn’t bother to get dressed. We forgot…we were in such a hurry to leave.” He laughed at what they actually had on. He’d pulled on pajama pants, with the side seam split, to make way for his cast, and a faded band t-shirt, and no shoes. Ghost only had on what he’d grabbed from off the floor that morning…his raggedy tie-dyed t-shirt, that he always wore, and his striped knee socks…no shoes, or pants.

“Well, I don’t care…they seen me like this before…and seen us both, with nothing on…and they already know we’re weird…so, keep going,” Ghost laughed.

“So be it, then,” Steve said. By now, they were already at the club, anyway. Steve parked in front of the Yew, and they got out. Ghost waved over at the hardware store gang, who were out, as usual, on the porch.

“Ya forget something there, Ghost?” one of the guys hollered over.

“Nope, not today,” Ghost said. They all laughed.

He and Steve went inside to see Kinsey.

***

Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 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.

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.

warning      warning      warning      warning

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 # 112

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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Later on in the afternoon, both Kinsey and Terry called to see how they were, after they’d left in such a hurry, that morning. Ghost answered the phone, when Kinsey called.

“Hey, Kinsey, this is Ghost.”

“Hey, Ghost, I see you got back home. How’s your throat? How’s Steve?” Kinsey asked.

“We’re ok, ’cause of Spirit. He lifted us up, and now we’re good.”

“You what?” Kinsey asked.

Ghost repeated what he’d just said, only louder. “Did you hear it that time?” he yelled into the phone.

“Ghost, I can hear you fine. I just don’t know what you’re talking about. Let me talk to Steve.”

“Okay, but if you come over, can you bring cat food?”

“Uh…sure, Ghost,” Kinsey was confused.

“Hey, Kinsey,” Steve said, as he got on the phone.

“How’s it going out there…everything okay?” Kinsey asked.

“Yeah, I’m getting around pretty good. Ghost’s throat is a little better, and we have Spirit to cheer us up,” Steve said.

“What are you and Ghost talking about? Is he talking to spirits again – in the house?”

“Yeah, Spirit’s in the house,” Steve said.

Kinsey took a second to reply, “Are you sure y’all are okay? Both of you going on about talking to spirits…and, why do you need cat food?”

“Oh, that,” Steve laughed. “We got a cat, and we need cat food. We named him Spirit.”

“You what?”

Steve repeated what he’d just said, only louder.

“You don’t have to holler. I get it…I think,” Kinsey said.

“Yeah, so are you coming out here?” Steve asked. “If ya do, bring some cat food. If not, Ghost’ll have to walk into town.”

“Well, I guess I can in a little while…say, in about an hour?” Kinsey said.

“Yeah, that’s great, Kinsey, see ya then,” Steve said, then ended the call.

“Kinsey’s coming and bringing Spirit some food,” he told Ghost.

“Ok, good…I’m hungry, too…are you?” Ghost asked.

“Sure, what do we have?”

“I’m gonna make pancakes, ’cause we haven’t had them in a long time,” Ghost said. He went into the kitchen to get things started. “Maybe Kinsey will want some, too…he never had the ones I make.”

“That sounds real good,” Steve said. He picked up his guitar, and began working on their songs, again.

Soon, the house was smelling of pancakes and coffee.

“Hey, Ghost…Kinsey just drove up…set him a plate.”

“C’mon in, Kinsey,” Steve hollered, at Kinsey’s knock.

“Hey, guys, it smells good in here,” Kinsey said, sniffing the aroma.

“Yeah, Ghost is making pancakes, and he already set you a plate,” Steve said.

Ghost came into the living room holding Spirit. He held out the kitten to Kinsey. “This is Spirit, our cat.”

“That’s a cute kitty,” Kinsey said, as he took the cat into his arms.

“Did ya bring him some food?”

“Yeah, it’s in the bag over there.”

Ghost got it and went back to the kitchen.

“Ghost sounds in a better mood, than earlier,” Kinsey said. “This little guy do the trick?”

“Yeah, he came back with him…said he found him at his grandmother’s grave, and that she sent him.” Steve shrugged. “Who’s to say…he just showed up there, ya know.”

“Yeah,” Kinsey said. “Anyway, if Ghost is happier, then I’m glad he came along.”

Ghost came out of the kitchen, and asked, “Y’all want to eat in there, or at the table?”

“We’ll come in there,” Steve said, pushing himself up off the couch.

The cat was playing around at their feet, trying to catch them. Ghost put a huge plate of pancakes on the table, already buttered, and eggs, bacon, and coffee. The jar of molasses was there, along with honey and maple syrup. They all filled their plates.

“Ghost, these are the best I’ve ever had. I mean it. Steve was always going on about your cooking, now I’m a believer.”

“Thanks, Kinsey. I like to cook, and my grandmother showed me how to make lots of stuff.”

“So what’s next, guys? Working on anything lately?” Kinsey asked.

“Just the book, and a new CD of our songs. They’re just about finished. We need to get the book printed, and make it into an actual book, and then we go into the studio to record the songs. We’ll do that over at Terry’s place. That’s all for now,” Steve said.

Kinsey nodded, “Well, I have that show coming up for Halloween. Y’all are coming, right?”

“We’ll try to,” Steve said. “I need to see if I can drive, now. With this cast on, it might be weird.” He looked over at Ghost. “But, I guess you could drive us out there…couldn’t you, Ghost?”

“What, drive?” Ghost asked. “You said I couldn’t ever, ever, ever drive your car again…so, guess I won’t be driving us anywhere.”

“Oh, yeah…well, maybe if I can’t , you could, just this one time?”

“Uh-uh, no way,” Ghost said, shaking his head.

Kinsey and Steve looked at each other, “Well, guess that’s that, then,” Kinsey said. “You’ll have to start practicing how to drive, Steve.”

“You can start tomorrow,” Ghost said. He got up to clear the table. “Hey, Spirit, ya want some cat food?” He opened a can, and scooped some out onto a saucer. They all watched, as the cat ate it all. “Looks like he likes it, Kinsey.”

“Sure looks like it,” Kinsey said. “Well guess I need to get back. Thanks for supper, Ghost,” he said, as he got his coat, and went to the front door. “If you want to, drive on over, tomorrow, Steve.

~

Ghost finished cleaning the kitchen, while Steve played his guitar, awhile. Then joining him on the couch, they sang their songs, until Ghost’s voice grew hoarse, again. He curled up next to Steve, just listening to Steve play, and Spirit nestled into the crook of Ghost’s arm, going to sleep. Ghost was trying to keep his eyes open, but kept nodding off. Steve’s playing got slower and softer, until he just finally stopped. The house was warm and comfortable, and everyone was relaxed.

He smiled, as he looked at Ghost. This is my family…I love my family… He put his guitar down, and reached over and stroked Spirit. “So soft…” he whispered. Then he stroked Ghost’s pale hair, the strands mingling with the cat’s fur. “So soft…”

Ghost opened his eyes and smiled his crooked smile…”I want you, Steve…I want you real bad.”

Steve ran his hand over Ghost’s cheek, his thumb brushing against his soft lips. Ghost closed his eyes, taking a shuddery breath, his tongue touching Steve’s thumb.

“Ghost?” Steve whispered.

Ghost drew in his breath, as he rose from the couch, holding out his hand to help Steve up. As Steve regained his balance on his leg, he took Ghost’s face in his hands, gazing into those eyes, so full of need for him. He felt Ghost’s hot breath on his face, drawing him into a long kiss.

They made their way down the hallway, to Ghost’s bedroom. “Can you…will it hurt your leg?” Ghost asked.

“It’ll be okay, Ghost…we’ll manage it…” Steve said, not caring if it hurt his leg, or not. 

Ghost pulled down the soft blankets on the bed, then turned and smiled…he was ready. Steve came closer, running his hands up under Ghost’s shirt, slowly taking it up and over Ghost’s head. Ghost gasped…he was still so hot from his fever, and shivery from Steve’s touch, and the cool air against his body. They lay together on the bed, each lost in their love for each other, until both found the release they craved. They fell asleep, under the glowing stars on the ceiling, in each other’s arms.

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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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Ghost stayed at the table awhile longer, dozing off. He was awakened by Steve calling for him. Going into the bedroom, Steve asked, “You okay?”

“Yeah, guess so. What do you need? I’ll get it for you.”

“Um…this is kinda awkward,” Steve said, ” but, I need you to help me up. I gotta go use the bathroom.”

Ghost grinned, “Ya want me to…”

“No…just help me in there. I can do the rest by myself…jeeze…” Steve laughed.

So, Ghost helped him onto his crutches, and watched him hobble down the hall. He straightened Steve’s bed, and brought some water and his medicine.

“You’re supposed to take these,” Ghost reminded Steve, when he returned. “It’s been a long time since you had any.”

“Yeah, I guess it is time.” Steve took the pills. “I’m tired of laying in the bed, now. Maybe I can sit on the couch and prop up my leg. Grab a pillow, will ya?”

Ghost got the pillow, and a blanket, and helped Steve get comfortable in the living room.

“Can you get me something to eat, too?” Steve asked. “Just a sandwich is fine.”

“Okay, I’ll get it…and, ya want to watch a movie, or something?”

“Yeah, we could do that,” Steve said.

Ghost snuggled close to Steve on the old couch, as the movie played, but they both fell asleep before it was over. Sometime in the night, they made their way to their bedrooms.

~

They slept until mid-morning, and were up having breakfast, when Kinsey came back to check on them. He brought Terry with him.

“Hey, guys,” Terry said, when he came in. “How’s the cripple and his cohort, this morning?”

“We did fine, Terry. Y’all get some coffee. What’s been going on?”

“Oh, you know…the usual. Things are getting back to normal after the storm, and the power’s back on everywhere. There were a couple of trees taken down, by the snow and all, but all in all, not too bad. Business is slow these days, though,” Terry said.

“Well,” Kinsey said, “I’m opening the club tonight…see who shows up. Terry and the guys are going to play a show for Halloween. It should be a crowd by then. Do you think you and Ghost can make it?”

“I’ll see how it goes,” Steve said, “but, yeah, we’ll probably be there. Ya want to Ghost?”

“Sure, when is it?” Ghost asked.

Steve rolled his eyes, “It’s on Halloween…uh, not this weekend, but the next.”

“Everyone can wear costumes, if they want to,” Kinsey said. “I don’t imagine R. J. will be having his usual house party, this year, being that he’ll be playing with Gumbo until late, but it should be fun.”

“Yeah, y’all should come,” Terry said. “It’ll be a great party.”

Ghost hadn’t said anything else to anyone, but went to get more coffee. While his back was turned, Kinsey mouthed silently to Steve, “How’s he doing?”

Steve shook his head and shrugged, “Still, moody,” he whispered. “I think he’s still a little sick…don’t feel good.”

Ghost turned around. “I know y’all are talking about me. I’m ok, Kinsey…I just don’t feel good. My throat is hurting again, and my head hurts real bad. But, I’ll be ok. I still have medicine to take, so…so…just ask me, okay. Don’t whisper behind me, ’cause I can hear it anyway…so, just don’t.”

“What’s eating you, Dude?” Terry asked. He hadn’t heard about the latest blow-up, yet.

They all looked at Terry, like he’d upset the balance of the universe, or something.

“What…what’d I say?” Terry asked. “You guys are all acting weird today.”

Steve sputtered an explanation of sorts…”We’re fine, it’s nothing…we’re not weird, right, Ghost?”

Ghost was disgusted with all of them. He grabbed his jacket from the back of the kitchen chair. “Fuck you all…I gotta get outta here…” He left out the back door, slamming it behind him.

Steve, Kinsey, and Terry were left with their mouths hanging open. “Dude…” Terry finally said, then decided he better leave. “C’mon, Kinsey, let’s get going. I don’t want to hear anymore.”

“Wait, y’all, don’t go, it’s okay,” Steve said.

“Steve, Ghost just needs to take a break…he’ll be back in a little while. We need to go, too, so…later, man,” Kinsey said. They left Steve sitting alone at the table.

“Well, this is just great,” Steve said to the empty room. “Leave the injured person all by himself…I see how it is…nobody cares…just go on and do your own thing, everybody. Don’t worry about ‘ol Steve…uh-uh…”

He pulled himself up from the table, and managed to get his crutches under his arms, then eased over to the window. He didn’t see Ghost anywhere in the back yard. “Well, shit…guess I’ll just go back to bed, then,” he said.

He made his way back down the hall, and got into his bed, with little trouble. “See, everyone, I did it. I didn’t need your help, anyway.” He lay back and closed his eyes.

~

Some time later, Steve was awakened by Ghost, barreling into the house. “Steve, Steve, where are you?”

“Back here,” Steve called out. “What the hell you making so much noise about?”

“Steve, look what I found,” Ghost said, as he came into the bedroom. He unbuttoned his jacket, and took out a tiny, black and white kitten.

Steve smiled, as Ghost handed the kitten to him. “Aww, he’s so cute…where’d ya find him?”

“I was at my grandmother’s grave, and he just walked up and got in my lap. It’s just like the one I found in that motel in Tennessee, isn’t it?”

“Kinda, but this one is a baby,” Steve said, petting the kitten, as it roamed around on the bed. “Probably somebody dumped it out…didn’t want it,” he said.

“Well, maybe,” Ghost said, “but, I think my grandmother sent him to me.”

“Could be, Ghost…at least there was some reason y’all were in the same place at the same time.”

“Yeah…like it was meant to be,” Ghost said.

They laughed at the kitten’s antics, and wiggled their fingers under the blanket, to watch him pounce.

“So, are you over being in a snit, now?” Steve asked.

Ghost frowned, “What’s a snit?”

“Go look it up, word genius…you’ll learn something, today,” Steve said.

“Just tell me, already,” Ghost said.

“Fine, it means in a bad mood, pissed off, throwing a fit…like that,” Steve explained.

“Oh, well…guess that was what I was in, then, but not anymore. I still don’t feel good, but I’m not snitty now.”

Steve laughed, “Good, I had enough of your snit…” he kept laughing. Ghost got to laughing, too.

“We’re gonna keep him, aren’t we, Steve?”

“Sure, why not. He makes us laugh,” Steve said. “So what are we gonna feed him? We don’t have any cat food.”

“Should I go get some?” Ghost asked.

“Maybe tomorrow…for now just give him some lunch meat or something.”

Ghost went into the kitchen to find some.

Steve played with the kitten, while they waited. “Hey, Kitty, you put me and Ghost back in a good mood, guess you can stay.”

Ghost came back with a saucer of chopped up turkey lunch meat. “Here ya go,” he said, putting the plate in front of the cat. They watched, as he ate it all. “He sure was hungry,” Ghost said.

“What ‘cha gonna name him?” Steve asked.

“Hmm…I don’t know, yet. You got anything in mind??

“Well, when you found him, how did you feel?”

“I felt happy…he made me smile,” Ghost said.

“Okay, you weren’t feeling good, you were in a bad mood, and he came along and lifted your spirits…right?” Steve asked. Ghost nodded.

“So, we could call him Spirit,” Steve suggested.

“Yeah, I like that,” Ghost said, grinning. “Your name is Spirit,” he said, picking up the kitten. “Do you like that?” The kitten mewed. “He said he liked his name,” Ghost said.

“Yeah, I think he does,” Steve said.

They spent the rest of the day playing with Spirit, and working on their music and writing.

 

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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 # 110

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Ghost came back into the bedroom. “Let’s go, Kinsey. I made a list.”

“Now, Ghost,” Kinsey said, “this is going to have to be a short trip. I have to get back to work.”

“Okay, I can go real fast.”

Steve started laughing.

“You had to go break your leg, huh, Steve?” Kinsey said, as he and Ghost were leaving.

~

On the way down the road toward town, Ghost chattered non-stop. From one observation to the next, whatever came into his head. After the five miles into town, Kinsey was already exhausted. He never knew that such a wall of words coming at him could wear a person out so fast…and they were just getting to the store.

“Now remember, Ghost, we can’t take too long.”

“Okay…why don’t I take this part of the list, and you take this other part?” Ghost said, and ripped the list in half. “Then we can meet up at the check-out.”

Kinsey’s senses were sending him red-flag warnings about this idea, but he hated to shoot down Ghost’s enthusiasm, already.

“Uh…maybe we should just stay together…?” Kinsey asked.

Ghost took a second before saying, “Oh, I see.” He sounded pouty. “Steve already got to you, didn’t he? He said I’ll cause trouble in the store…well, shit…nobody ever gives me a chance to do things right.”

“Ghost, it’s not that…it’s just we need to get a few things and get back. I have to go back to work,” Kinsey explained.

“Fine, Kinsey,” Ghost said. He got out of the car, making sure Kinsey saw how sad he was about it, by dragging his feet all the way to the store entrance.

Kinsey followed, shaking his head…what have I gotten myself into…

Inside, Kinsey got a basket. “Let me see the list.” He held out his hand for it. Ghost handed it over, looking bored already. Kinsey gave him a look, “Cheer up, Ghost. It’s not the end of the world.”

“Don’t worry, Kinsey…I don’t think I’ll go crazy in here.”

That worried Kinsey, too; it left it open that Ghost just might go crazy in here…at any time.

They began up the aisle, Kinsey getting things from on the list. Ghost was dutifully standing by the basket, but would throw something in, every few steps, that wasn’t on the list.

“What are you doing?” Kinsey asked, when he noticed. “What is all this stuff you put in here. It’s not on the list.”

“What…this stuff is what I forgot to write down, and Steve likes this stuff.”

Kinsey sighed, “Okay, whatever…I hope you brought enough money for all this.”

Ghost stopped walking. “Money?”

“Yeah, Ghost,” Kinsey said, “you did bring some, didn’t you?”

“Uh, I didn’t remember to…Steve has all the money. He never gives me any.”

“Well, how the hell ya gonna pay for all this? I swear, Ghost, you’re getting on my last nerve, here.”

“Don’t yell at me, Kinsey. I don’t know about money…and I don’t like going shopping with you. You make me feel bad, and then you yell at me. I’m going home.” He was crying, now, and he stomped off and out of the store.

Kinsey just stared after him. He counted to ten, and took a deep breath. Should I go after him or not? Aww, forget it…I’ve had enough…

He finished getting the items on the list, paid for them himself, and went back to the car. Ghost wasn’t there, so he went back inside…maybe Ghost was still in there distracted by something. He had him paged over the loudspeaker, but there was no sign of him. He decided to go on back to the house…Ghost knew his way home…he’d show up eventually.

On the way out of town, about three miles down the road, he saw Ghost, walking home. He pulled over, waiting for Ghost to reach the car, but Ghost didn’t stop, didn’t even look over at him…just kept walking.

Kinsey got out and hollered, “Ghost…Ghost, get in the car.”

Ghost didn’t even turn around.

“Get in the fucking car, Ghost…right now, ya hear me?” Kinsey yelled.

Ghost kept on walking, but shot Kinsey the finger.

“Fine, be that way then,” Kinsey said, as he got back in the car, and sped off toward the house, passing Ghost.

~

“Steve,” Kinsey yelled, as soon as he got inside the house. “Steve,” he yelled again, going into the bedroom. Steve was awake…

“What, Kinsey…what is it?”

“I got your stuff, it’s on the counter,” Kinsey said, running his hands through his hair. Don’t ever make me go shopping with Ghost again.”

“Why…what happened…where is he?”

“I swear, Steve, I see what you mean…it’s a nightmare. He got mad, and is walking home…wouldn’t even get in the car…shot me the bird…oh, and you owe me for the groceries…he didn’t bring any money with him,” Kinsey said.

“Aw, crap…that was my fault. I didn’t even think of it. Well, take whatever it cost out of my wallet, over there,” Steve said.

Kinsey did. “Guess I better get back.”

Steve grinned, “I said I wasn’t gonna say it, but I changed my mind…I told ya so…” He started laughing.

“I don’t know how you put up with it, Steve,” Kinsey shook his head. “Yeah, I guess I do, though…Ghost is Ghost, and well, we love him, even if he does drive us crazy.”

“Yeah,” Steve said, then they both looked toward the door, as they heard Ghost come in. “Uh-oh…”

As Ghost came into the bedroom, they could see he was still upset, but he came right up to Kinsey, and threw his arms around him. “I’m sorry, Kinsey. I’m sorry I got mad at you. Don’t hate me, and be mad no more.” He was crying again.

Kinsey hugged him back. “I’m not mad at you, Ghost…and I could never hate you. I just got frustrated for a minute. Don’t worry, I got the groceries, and Steve already paid me back.”

“Yeah, Ghost…it was my fault; I forgot to give you the money,” said Steve.

 Ghost sniffed. “I don’t mean to,” he said.

“Mean to what?” Steve asked.

“Mean to be crazy. I just can’t stop. I wish I didn’t know it…it’s too hard to know it, and be crazy, anyway. I don’t want to know it, that’s all,” Ghost said. He turned, going back into the kitchen to put away the groceries.

“What was that?” Kinsey looked over to Steve, but Steve had tears running down his face.

“Oh, Kinsey, he gets depressed so much…at the way he is…that he knows he’s got so many brain problems, and can’t do anything about it. He thinks it’d be better if he didn’t know. I reassure him all the time, but he gets in these really dark moods. Sometimes I’m afraid he won’t pull out of it…and, Kinsey, if someday he doesn’t, and does something to end his pain…I’ll die, too,” he sobbed.

“Damn, Steve, I know you’ve told me before, but…I don’t know…I’d do something, if I could, you know I wish I could help make it better,” Kinsey said.

“I know, Kinsey, don’t worry anymore about it. We’ll be ok. He’ll snap out of it…he always does…”

“Yeah, I’ve seen it too, how his moods change so fast,” Kinsey sighed. “Well, I’ll leave y’all to work it out. I gotta get back to the club. I’ll call later, and check on you tomorrow…take care of that leg, now.”

“Yeah, see ya, Kinsey, and thanks.”

Kinsey went toward the front door, wondering if he should say anything more to Ghost, before he left…then decided he should. He went into the kitchen. “Hey, Ghost, I’m leaving now. Steve seems to be settled in and I’m sure you can handle it from here. I’ll check in with y’all later, man.”

Ghost was just sitting at the table; none of the items had been put away. He looked up at Kinsey, and tried to smile, but his eyes were still full of pain. He nodded, then put his head down on his arms on the table.

“Well, call me later, if ya need anything, Ghost,” Kinsey said, then let himself out the front door.

 

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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 # 109

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In the ambulance, they had checked out Ghost, and gave him a shot of antibiotic, and something for pain and fever, and he had gone to sleep. Steve was coming awake again, but had been medicated, too, so he was in no pain now, just groggy. They made fairly good time, traveling the thirty miles, and on arrival at the hospital, Steve was checked into a room. He was being hydrated, warmed, and stabilized, before getting his leg set. They’d also done an MRI on his head, and put in a couple of stitches, to close the wound. He was a little more alert now, and was able to speak to Ghost, who was staying with him in the room.

“They said you have a concussion, Steve, and they’re gonna fix your leg,” Ghost told him.

“My leg?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, didn’t they tell ya…it’s broke,” Ghost said.

“They didn’t say that to me. No wonder it hurts.”

“You got some pain stuff, so it’ll be okay, though.”

Steve tried adjusting his position, but with the IV hooked up to his arm, it wasn’t easy. Ghost helped him, by raising the head of the bed a bit, and smoothing the sheets.

“I don’t really remember much,” Steve said.

“You don’t? Do you remember going outside to fix the tank? You fell on the porch, and hit your head. I dragged you back inside,” Ghost explained.

“Oh, yeah…the tank. It was cold in the house…” Steve said, his eyes closing, as he faded off into sleep, again.

Ghost smoothed back Steve’s hair. He didn’t feel as hot, now. A nurse came to check on them, and brought a blanket and pillow, for Ghost. “You can stay in here…take a nap on the couch if you want to,” she said. “The doctor is going to set his leg, probably in another hour, then he’ll be back in here.

Ghost did stretch out on the small couch, falling asleep. When he woke up, they were bringing Steve back in, after his cast was put on.

“Steve?” Ghost said, as he looked at the cast. ” They fixed your leg, you have a cast on it.”

“Uh-huh…” Steve said, his eyes still closed.

“Did it hurt?”

“No, just felt funny.”

“I wish you didn’t get all hurt.”

“Yeah, me too. Did anyone say when I can go home?”

“Somebody said tomorrow,” Ghost told him.

“Oh, good…I don’t like being in here. It reminds me of the last time…when I wrecked my T-Bird.”

“Do you miss it?” Ghost asked.

“Yeah, that was the best car I ever had.”

Just then, Kinsey and Terry came into the room. They were smiling, trying to look cheerful, but their eyes looked worried.

“Hey, Steve, you’re awake. How’s it going?” Terry asked.

“Hey, Terry…they fixed me up. Probably going home tomorrow.”

“That’s good news,” Kinsey said. “One of us will come pick y’all up. The roads are all clear now, and most of the snow is melted off.” He looked at Ghost. “How’re you coming along? Throat feel better, yet?”

“I feel a little better, Kinsey, and I’m gonna stay here tonight.”

They visited for awhile, then rose, to leave. “We’re going to go check on your house…see if the heat is back on. If not, I’ll call the propane company,” Kinsey said.

“Thanks, Kinsey…Terry…guess I’ll be ready to get outta here,” Steve said.

“Later, Dudes,” Terry said, as he left, flashing the peace sign.

~

It was getting on toward night. They’d watched some TV shows, and the nurses came in every so often. Ghost was leaned back on the bed, with Steve, and fell asleep there. The next time the nurse came in, she just smiled. She wasn’t going to disturb them to make Ghost get over on the couch.

The next morning they were both brought a tray of food. Ghost poked around his tray, seeing what all was there. “Look, Steve…look at all of this.”

“Yeah, hospital food,” Steve said, making a face.

“What’cha mean, Steve…it looks good.” He dug in.

“It’s not supposed to taste good,” Steve said.

“It tastes good to me,” Ghost said.

“Ya know what, Ghost? I’m so hungry that it does taste pretty good,” Steve said, after taking a bite.

Ghost nodded, and they both ate everything on their breakfast trays.

The doctor came in, then, to give a rundown of Steve’s exam and treatment, and he brought crutches for Steve to use. “You ever use any of these, before?” he asked. “It takes a little practice…get up and try it.”

Steve tried to swing himself around to get off the bed, but the cast was very awkward. The doctor, and a nurse, helped him stand, using the crutches.

“This is harder than it looks,” Steve said. “I feel stupid having to use these.”

“Well, feel stupid all you want, you’re lucky you’re alive, from what I heard,” the doctor said.

Steve looked up, “Yeah, thanks to Ghost,” he smiled.

“Well, you practice a bit, then we’ll send you home,” the doctor said, and he gave Steve a prescription to get filled.

Kinsey arrived just then, to take them home. “Hey, you two…y’all are looking a lot better today. Ready to get out of here?”

“Yeah, we’re ready,” Ghost said. “Steve practiced his crutches, and he has a cast on his leg, and he has to keep it on for a long time, right Steve?”

“Yeah, for six weeks…then I get checked out again.”

Kinsey and Ghost helped Steve get ready to leave. “It’s weird trying to walk with these things,” Steve said.

“I tried them, too,” Ghost said. “I thought it was fun.”

“Fun…you call almost falling and breaking your own leg, fun?” Steve asked.

“Well, I didn’t.”

“Yeah, but the only thing funny about it, was how you looked,” Steve laughed.

~

They left for Missing Mile. “I called about your heat,” Kinsey said. “They were supposed to come out, and it should be fixed, by now. Y’all want to go home, or come stay with me for a few days?”

“I’m ready to go home,” Steve said, from the back seat. “I want to get in my own bed.”

“I’ll take care of him real good, Kinsey,” Ghost said.

“Y’all got any groceries out there,” Kinsey asked.

“Not much, and since the power was out, maybe we need to get some new stuff,” Ghost said.

“Just drop me off, why don’t ya…I’ll take a nap while y’all go get a few things,” Steve said. “This medicine is making me sleepy.”

~

They reached the house with no trouble, as the roads had opened up in the past two days. Kinsey and Ghost got Steve settled in his bed, and the house was warm, again.

“Steve, are you scared to be here by yourself? I can stay here…” Ghost said.

“I’m okay, Ghost…y’all go get a few things from the little store, to get us by…that’ll be fine.”

“I’ll go see what we need then,” Ghost said, going into the kitchen.

“We won’t be long, Steve,” Kinsey said. “Sure you’ll be okay?”

“Yeah, just need to rest…oh here’s your big chance,” Steve laughed.

“For what?” Kinsey asked.

“To go shopping with Ghost. It might take longer than you think,” he grinned.

“Oh, yeah,” Kinsey remembered. “Well, then, we’ll try to be back soon.”

“Good luck.”

“But, it’s just a little store, Steve…shouldn’t be a problem.”

“You’ll see,” Steve laughed again, then lay back, closing his eyes. “I’ve got time for a long nap.”

 

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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

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Terry bundled up, then made his way out to the truck for the thermos. Back inside, he opened it, and the smell of coffee filled the room.

“Is it still hot?” Ghost asked.

Terry poured some out into the lid, and took a sip. “It’s not real hot, just kinda warm, but it tastes good…here, have some.”

Ghost took the cup and drank.

“Do y’all have some Tylenol or something? You need to take some to get your fever down, and if we can get Steve awake enough, he needs some, too,” Terry said.

“There’s some in yonder, but I never take that. Maybe I can wake Steve up, so he can.”

“What do you mean, you don’t take it?” Terry asked.

“It makes me sick…I need a potion or something.”

Terry was skeptical about that. “Well, I don’t have any potions, so guess you’ll have to take the Tylenol, this time,” he said, and went to find it.

Ghost jiggled Steve a bit. Dipping his own finger into the coffee, he put it to Steve’s lips. “Here, Steve, it’s coffee. It’s time to wake up, now.” He raised Steve’s head a little, hoping that would help, and it did, a little. Steve mumbled something, and turned his head back and forth.

“Steve, can you hear me? Wake up!” Ghost said. “C’mon, Steve…c’mon.”

“Ghost?” Steve managed to get out.

“Yes! Steve, wake up, please. Terry, Steve’s waking up,” he tried to yell.

Terry came running back into the kitchen. “Steve, wake up, we’re here with you. Try to stay awake.” He helped prop him up some more.

Steve came around a little, “Terry…what?”

“Man, you had us scared. You fell and hit your head. Here, you need to take these,” Terry said, and held out the pills, while Ghost poured more coffee.

“My head hurts,” Steve said, slurring his words.

“Yeah, so take these…Ghost, put them in his mouth, then I’ll pour coffee in…maybe he can swallow it.”

Ghost pushed the pills into Steve’s mouth, and with the coffee, he did manage to get them down.

“That’s nasty,” Steve said, gagging.

“Keep it down, it’ll make you feel better,” Terry said.

Ghost couldn’t wait any longer, so he gave Steve a big hug. “Don’t be dead anymore, Steve.”

“What?”

“Nothin’ man,” Terry said, “you was just knocked out for awhile. Ghost thought you were dead…but, good news… you’re not!” He tried to lighten the mood a little. “You’re gonna be okay, soon as we get you to a doctor, and all.”

Steve was confused. “Why do I…?” And, then he screamed.

Ghost fell back, covering his ears, and screamed, too. Terry almost dropped Steve back down on the floor, but managed to hold on. Steve kept screaming, as the pain from his broken leg registered to his senses.

“Make him stop!” Ghost screamed, just as loud, making his throat hurt more.

“Steve, Steve…the Tylenol  hasn’t started working, yet,” Terry said. “Ghost, shut up! Go get some water, and a rag. I gotta cool him down.”

“Water?” Ghost looked all around the kitchen. “Where’s water? The pipes are all frozen.”

“There’s a bottle of water somewhere in this house…now go find it…hurry, and stop your screaming, it don’t help.”

Ghost could barely get up, he was so sore, but he did get some control over himself, and looked into the refrigerator, where he did find a bottle. He grabbed a dishtowel and poured the water onto it. Terry put it on Steve’s forehead and cheeks. He’d passed out again.

“Now, the pills should help. At least when he’s out, he’s not feeling the pain.” Terry said. Looking at Ghost, he asked, “You gonna be okay, now?”

Ghost nodded. “It scared me, that’s all.”

“Yeah, me too,” Terry said. He went back to the living room to calm himself down. He opened the front door to let in some fresh air. It was cold, but it did clear his head.

“Ghost, come here…get some air. Steve’ll be fine for a little while.”

They went out on the porch, kicking some of the snow away. The sun was out, and there were drips coming off the roof and trees.

“It’s warming up some. Guess maybe I should go on and try to get back to town,” Terry said.  “Maybe they’re plowing the streets already.” He looked over at Ghost, who hadn’t moved, since coming outside. He was just standing there, with his eyes closed, breathing in the cold air.

“Ghost?”

“They’re coming.”

“Who’s coming?”

“I feel ’em coming…it won’t be long,” Ghost said.

“You do? Is it Kinsey, or the doctor, or snowplows?”

“It’s all of them,” Ghost said.

Just then, they heard a tinkling from inside the house. They stared at the door. “The phone!” they both said, at the same time. They lunged toward the door. Terry grabbed it. “Hello?” He listened a minute. “Thank God, good”, he then ended the call.

“That was Kinsey…you’re right, they’re coming…all of them, and they should be here pretty soon. The plow is making a path for Kinsey and an ambulance.”

Ghost went to tell Steve. He was still out of it, but Ghost talked to him, anyway. “Steve, help is coming really soon. They’ll fix you up. I’m sorry I screamed. You’ll be okay, now.” He sat beside Steve, holding onto his hand.

“I hear them…they’re on your road,” Terry yelled, from the living room. They were quiet, while they listened for the rumble of the snowplow.

“I’m sorry I screamed, Terry, I didn’t mean to. Thank you for staying with us last night.”

“Don’t worry about it, everything will be taken care of, now. When they get here, I want them to look at you, too. You still have a fever.”

Ghost nodded.

“Hey, they’re here!” Terry said. He went out to the porch to meet them, and let them in.

As Kinsey came up on the porch, he asked, “How is he?”

“Not good, Kinsey. I gave him some Tylenol, and then the pain hit him, and he passed out again. He’s got a high fever, too. Oh, tell them to look at Ghost, too…he’s got strep throat, or something, and a fever.

The ambulance EMT crew rushed in, going to work on Steve, checking his head wound, and leg, and starting an IV. “We’ll take him in to the hospital, in Raleigh. They’ll have to set his leg,” they said, as they loaded Steve onto a stretcher.

“I’m going, too,” Ghost said.

“Check him out, too,” Terry said.

“Y’all taking them to Raleigh?” Kinsey asked.

“Yeah, the highway is pretty clear, now…it’s just these smaller roads that are still snowed in. We’ll let you know what happens after we get there.”

“Okay, my phone’s working now…here’s the number,” Kinsey said.

“You want me to follow them out there?” Terry asked.

“You don’t have to,” Kinsey said. “They’ll take care of them, and I’ll go in later. You can go with me then.”

“I’ll get back home, then…call me,” Terry said. He got into his truck to leave. The snowplow had already left, and the ambulance was just going off down the road. Kinsey came out, locking the door. He waved to Terry, and went back home, too.

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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 # 107

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Terry had been trying to find something to eat, in his darkened refrigerator. He was using a flashlight to see inside. Nothing but leftovers, but he grabbed some anyway. He thought he may have to put everything outside to keep it cold. Then he heard a loud banging on his door.

“Let me in, Terry…hurry!” Ghost was yelling.

“Ghost…what is it?” Terry asked, as he opened the door, pulling Ghost inside.

“Terry, you have to help. Steve is hurt, and I walked all the way here, and Kinsey said he couldn’t help me, and you have a big truck, and maybe you can drive it to our house, because the phone is out, and no doctor can come, either, and Steve is freezing on the floor, and maybe he won’t wake up, and…and…please help, Terry!”

Ghost was collapsing fast, and now his voice was raspy. Terry could hardly hear him. The cold and the yelling had taken their toll.

“Slow down, Ghost. Steve is hurt…how bad…and you came to get help?”

“Yes, I think he broke his leg. It was all crooked, and he hit his head…and there was blood all over, and he wouldn’t wake up, Terry!”

Terry was thinking fast. The old truck hadn’t been driven in quite a while. He didn’t know if it would even start. And then, the roads were slick and snow covered, but if he could get the truck started up, it might just make it.

“Ok..ok, I’ll try to get it started, hang on,” Terry said. He got his coat, and they both trudged out to the lot. The doors were frozen shut, but Terry grabbed a can of de-icer from his storage room, and squirted it all around, and on the windows. They got in, and he turned the key. It took a few seconds, but finally started. Letting the engine warm up a bit, he looked over at Ghost.

“I’m not making any promises; this old truck might make it out there, or not, but I’ll try. And, even if we have to walk part way, we’ll get to Steve and help, however we can.”

Ghost nodded, and whispered, “It’s bad, Terry. He needs a doctor.” He looked at Terry with such pain, that even Terry’s eyes stung a little.

“We’ll do everything we can, Ghost, and as soon as we can, we’ll get a doctor for him, ok?”

“Ok…” Ghost said, as tears spilled down his cheeks.

Terry put the truck in gear, and slowly began driving through the deep snow. He couldn’t even tell where the road was, now, and they kept loosing traction, as they kept slipping, on the ice under the snow. He definitely didn’t want to run off into the bar ditch. He kept driving, though, and so far the truck was plowing on through.

“Ghost, I’m not sure where the road up to your house is…all the landmarks are covered up. You gotta let me know when you think I should turn.”

After a long half-hour, Ghost told Terry to stop. He looked hard, trying to see if this was the opening to the dirt road. “I’m pretty sure this is it,” he said.

“Okay, hope you’re right,” Terry said, as he made the turn.

“Yes! This is it,” Ghost said. See how the trees are on both sides, but not in the middle? Keep going!”

Soon, they did find the house. The truck’s headlights were pointed right at it. They jumped out, and carefully walked up onto the porch. Ghost opened the door. The house was dark, except for the group of candles, still flickering on the kitchen counter, almost burned out.

Ghost went over to Steve, still laying on the floor. Terry was hesitant, and came in slowly…afraid of what he’d see, afraid Steve was dead already, and afraid he’d have no idea what to do.  He’d brought his flashlight, and he propped it up by the candles, to give a little more light in the room. He went to see about Steve.

“How is he, Ghost?”

“He’s still alive, Terry, but he won’t wake up.”

“Is he still bleeding?”

“I don’t think so…hand me the flashlight,” Ghost said, then shined it over Steve, to check.

He had stopped bleeding from the cut on his forehead, but his leg was still crooked, Terry noticed.

“Why won’t he wake up?” Ghost asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s better that he doesn’t…at least for now. He’d know how much pain he was in, if he was awake,” Terry said.

“Can we move him off the floor? It’s so cold, maybe put him in bed?”

“Well, I don’t think we should move him around too much…what if it makes it worse?”

“Yeah, but what can we do, now?” Ghost asked.

“Just wait, I guess, till the storm is over,” Terry said. “You said Kinsey was still trying the phone, right?”

“Yeah, that’s what he said.”

“Well, he’ll send an ambulance or something, when he can get through. The storm has to stop sometime.” Just keep talking to him, I guess. He probably can hear you, even if he is out of it.”

So, Ghost did. He talked as much as his throat would let him, and even tried to sing a little. Every now and then, Steve would flutter his eyes, and moan a word or two. Terry paced around the house, trying to think what else they could do. He found the broken apart cell phone, and put the batteries back in, tried it, but it still wasn’t working. He could hear Ghost, still talking to Steve.

“Ghost, I’m gonna lay down on the couch, for a little while. Call me if something happens.”

“Thank you for helping, Terry. I was so scared, I didn’t know what else to do.”

“It’s okay…I’m glad you made it to town, and didn’t freeze yourself.” He got a blanket and settled on the couch. The only sounds were the wind blowing the ice and snow against the windows, in gusts. Ghost’s voice was growing fainter, and Steve kept moaning off and on. Even so, Terry dozed off.

Sometime in the night, Terry woke; something was different. Then he realized the wind had stopped blowing. He got up to check on Ghost and Steve. Ghost was asleep, his head on Steve’s chest. Steve was either asleep, or still unconscious, but breathing at least. He grabbed another blanket to spread over the two of them.

The house was so cold, ice had formed on the inside of the windows. He looked outside. The clouds and wind driven snow had gone, leaving behind a bright moon. If they hadn’t ben in so much trouble, the winter wonderland would have seemed beautiful. He sighed, running his hands over his tired face, hoping somehow, someone would be able to get to them, soon. He went back to the couch, but couldn’t get back to sleep.

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Finally, the long night gave way to a bright dawn. Terry could hear Ghost waking up, over in the kitchen, so he went in to see how Steve was. “How is he doing?” he asked.

Ghost sat up, groaning. He was in a lot of pain from his fall, and from plowing through the deep snow. “He’s breathing…and hot, Terry.” He barely croaked out. He tried to swallow, but his throat was so raw, he couldn’t.

“What’s the matter?” Terry asked.

“My throat hurts so bad, Terry, and I hurt all over from falling and walking, and I can’t hardly talk.”

Terry smiled to himself. Not talking was a huge deal to Ghost. “Yeah, y’all had a rough day. Well, the storm seems to be over, so someone will get out here, I’m sure. I’ll wait awhile, then if I can, I’ll try to drive back to town.”

Ghost just sat there feeling awful, for himself and Steve. Tears were falling down his face.

“Ghost, don’t…it’s gonna be fine, you’ll see…” Terry said, with a catch in his own throat.

“But, Terry…” Ghost whispered. “I ain’t never seen him hurtin’ before. He’s the one always helping me outta trouble, ya know?” he swiped at his tears.

Terry could tell how upset Ghost was…his mountain accent got thicker, every time he was in pain.

“I know…and Steve will tell you later how much he was glad he could count on you…that you were here to help him, when he needed you,” Terry said. He sat on the floor, by Ghost, giving him a hug. “He adores you, ya know. I know y’all had that trouble back then, but everything’s good now, right? He doesn’t drink as much anymore, does he? He seems a lot better, anyway.”

“Yeah, it’s good. He only has a couple now and again. He hasn’t tried to kill me much. And he did keep his promise.”

“What was that?” Terry asked.

“That he’d go get help for his drinking and being mean to me…and he did go, over in Raleigh, and it helped a lot I think. But, he don’t want me to say anything, and now I just did, so now he’s gonna get mad at me again. And, I just want him to wake up and be okay, and if wants to hit me, he can…and I’ll let him, ’cause…’cause…Terry…why won’t he wake up?” Ghost was sobbing now, and coughing.

Terry felt Ghost’s forehead, then Steve’s. “Y’all are both burning up, Ghost… damn it…we need some help out here.” He got up, and went to the front window, wiping his own eyes on the way.

“Hey, Ghost…what was in that thermos Kinsey gave you? It’s still out in the truck.”

“It’s coffee,” Ghost answered.

“I’m going to go get it, maybe it’s still good,” Terry said. He bundled up, and made his way out to the truck.

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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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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 # 106

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Ghost immediately ran out onto the icy porch, to rescue Steve, but slipped and landed hard on his butt. He cried out, but scooted on over to Steve, and tried to pull him up.

“Ghost, stop…my leg is broke, I think. It hurts…stop pulling!”

“I have to get you inside, Steve. I have to drag you up the steps. Holler if you have to, but I’m not stopping,” Ghost told him.

He yanked Steve’s arms, again. An inch at a time, he pulled…and slipped back, again and again. Steve had yelled, but then passed out. Ghost saw that Steve’s leg looked all crooked…not right at all. He was trying his best not to hurt Steve, but he could not stop. They would both freeze, if he did.

His hips and butt were aching, and his arm muscles were strained almost to their limit. Finally, he dragged Steve over the door sill, and closed the door behind them. It wasn’t any warmer in the kitchen, but at least the wind was off of them.

“Steve, Steve…wake up…we’re inside now!” He was scared Steve was already dead. He shook him, and listened for breathing, and a heartbeat. Both were steady and strong, but Steve still wouldn’t wake up. Ghost found blankets to cover him with.

“What do I do…what do I do?,” he said over and over. He was crying hard, and trying not to freak out completely. “This is a crisis,” he told himself. “I have to keep it together…for now…think, think…”

Then he remembered the cell phone. He ran to get it, managing to remember how to turn it on…but, nothing happened. There was no dial tone, and when he pushed in Kinsey’s number, it didn’t work. Pushing all the little buttons did no good, so he threw the phone across the room, where it broke open, the battery falling out.

“Piece of shit,” he yelled.

He went back to check on Steve. Steve was coming around, moaning and trying to open his eyes.

“Steve, wake up,” Ghost hollered into Steve’s ear. “Please wake up. I have to go get help.”

Running back to the bedroom, he pulled on sweatpants, a flannel shirt, a sweater, and his Army jacket. Finding some boots, and a knit hat and scarf, he hoped that would be enough. He found gloves in the jacket pocket, and put them on. He went back in to the kitchen.

“Steve, I’m going to get help. Don’t move…I’ll try to hurry.” He told him, then went out the front door. He had to push hard, as there was a huge drift blocking the way out. He couldn’t see the porch steps, now, so took a big jump, hoping to clear them. He did, but fell face first into the snow. Struggling up, he took one giant step at a time, against the wind, his eyes stinging from the icy snowflakes hitting his face.

It was dark now, and he’d not taken a flashlight, but he knew exactly where he was. Breathing hard, he came to the main road leading into town. He had five miles to go, but he just knew it would take him a long time to get there. He wrapped his scarf over his face, except for his eyes, and kept walking. There was no cars on the road to flag down; there would be no traffic, until the roads were plowed.

I hope Steve is gonna be ok…I hope Kinsey knows what to do…I hope I make it into town, and don’t freeze out here…

Snow had gotten over the top of his boots, and now was melting on his socks. It felt like walking in  ice water. He didn’t like the squishy sounds they made, and he was chilled to the bone. Eventually, he came to the main street, but it was dark…no lights in the whole town. Reaching the club, he pounded on the door.

“Kinsey, let me in! Hurry, Kinsey…open the door!” He got no response.

Going around to the back parking lot, he tried the door there, but it was locked, too. He banged on the door, anyway, hoping Kinsey would hear. But, when it didn’t work, he looked around the lot. He saw the recycle bin, full of empty beer bottles. Grabbing one, he backed up until he could see Kinsey’s upstairs window. There was a faint light on in there. Taking aim, he threw the bottle at the window. It only went halfway up, before rolling back down the overhanging roof of the club, right below the window. Trying again, he did hit the window, but it wasn’t hard enough to break it. Again he threw a bottle, and this time the window shattered. Tinkling glass rained down on the street, disappearing into the snow.

“Who’s out there?” Kinsey yelled out the broken window, as he looked over the parking lot.

“Kinsey, let me in,” Ghost yelled back.

“Ghost…is that you? What the hell are you doing out there? Just a minute, I’ll open the door,” Kinsey said.

As he opened the door, Ghost fell in, then scrambled up. “Kinsey, you have to help. Steve’s hurt real bad.”

“Did you walk all the way here? Come and get a blanket. There’s a heater in the office,” Kinsey said, as he led the way. He hurried to turn on the small space heater. Ghost followed, then collapsed onto the couch.

“What are you talking about,” Kinsey asked. “What’s wrong with Steve?”

Ghost finally caught his breath enough to say, “Steve is hurt. He fell down and broke his leg. I thought he was dead, but he just hit his head, too, and I dragged him inside…and the phone don’t work. I had to leave him on the floor, and come and get you, and you gotta come and help,” he said, and began crying. “I didn’t know what else to do, Kinsey.”

“This is bad, Ghost. The roads are blocked…no one can get out there. I’m going to call 911, but they may not even be able to get here,” Kinsey said.

Kinsey’s cell phone was out, too, but the desk phone was still working. He listened for a minute, then slammed down the phone. “I can’t believe it…a recording saying there are outages, and no calls are getting through.”

“What are we gonna do?” Ghost asked. “We have to help Steve, before he freezes to death. Our heat went out, and he can’t even move on his broke leg.”

“Ghost you better hold it together…I mean it,” Kinsey looked at Ghost, hard.

Ghost nodded. “I know, I’m trying to.”

“Let me think,” Kinsey said. “Ghost, I’m too old to be out in this weather…I just can’t do it. But, I want you to go get Terry. I know he’s home. He has that big old truck in his lot, and it’s got those huge tires, and 4-wheel drive. Maybe, just maybe, he can drive it out there. That’s all I can think of…now go.”

“But, what about his leg, Kinsey? He needs a doctor to fix it.”

“I know, Ghost, I know…but, for now, just stay with him and make sure he stays warm. I’ll keep trying the phone. That’s all I can do, right now,” Kinsey said. “Oh, wait a minute…” He ran upstairs. When he came back down, he handed Ghost a thermos. “Hot coffee…now go…”

Ghost bundled up again, and made his way over to Terry’s.

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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.