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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 166

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 166

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 166

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Terry had never seen Ghost this mad and upset before, and this argument with Steve, right after hearing the songs they’d done. His mind was reeling. “Does he get like this very much? In all these years, I’ve never seen him like this, Steve,” Terry said.

Steve sighed, “Yeah, sometimes. You know his problems, Terry. It’s out of his control, mostly…he just has these fits when he gets frustrated that he can’t do something. We deal with it.”

R. J. had gone to the door of the break room to peek in. He was shocked to see Ghost looking like a psychotic person. He’d seen Ghost in many moods over the years, but this was way more serious. “Dude, y’all better get in there. He’s gone crazy.”

Steve and Terry rushed over to the doorway. The room was in total chaos, and Ghost was still trying to find things to throw. His hair was flying out in all directions, and by the look in his eyes, it seemed he’d totally gone over the edge into some strange, other world, and didn’t even know what he was doing.

Steve went in first, dodging the folding chair that Ghost threw at him. He grabbed hold of Ghost, wrestling him to the floor. He didn’t let go, even as Ghost fought him. Steve kept talking him back to reality, saying anything he could think of to calm him down.

Terry and R. J. just stood there, taking in the wreckage. Finally Ghost quit struggling, and breathing hard, he came around. He seemed to not know what just happened. As Steve held him, they both sobbed. “You’re okay now, and nobody’s mad at you.” He stroked Ghost’s hair back.

“Steve, what happened? I don’t feel good, and I don’t remember stuff…where are we?” He looked around the room.

“We’re at Terry’s studio. You kinda messed up the kitchen, but we’ll get it fixed. Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m sorry I don’t listen, Steve. That’s all I remember you saying.”

Steve nodded into Ghost’s hair. “Yeah, I’m sorry I said that. I’m not mad at you at all, though. I want you to feel better.”

Ghost noticed Terry, then. “I remember you, now…you’re Terry?” he asked. “I didn’t mean to tear up your place. I’ll clean it up,” he said, as he tried to get on his feet, with Steve’s help.

“It’s no big deal,” Terry said. “How are you feeling, now?”

“My head hurts, but I’ll fix all this,” Ghost said, then swayed, almost falling down.

“Steve,” Terry said, “take him home…or to a doctor, or something. He’s in no shape to be hanging around here. We’ll talk business another time.”

Steve agreed, and helped Ghost out to the car. Ghost leaned his head back on the seat, closing his eyes.

Terry spoke to Steve, there outside the car, “Steve, I didn’t know it got this bad with Ghost. If I can help, in any way, you let me know.”

“You know, he’s usually fine and can go months, then something sets it off. He’s seen doctors about it, but they just say there’s not much they can do, and just give him medicine. He’s supposed to take it every day, but forgets sometimes.” Steve breathed deep, and rubbed his hands over his face. “We deal with it. It doesn’t last long.”

Terry gave Steve a hug. “Well, stay strong. And, by the way, those songs…man…beautiful. Um…R. J. didn’t want me to say anything, but I have to say, anyway…we were both wiping our eyes after hearing them.” He cleared his throat. “And, it’s all finished, except packaging.”

“Thanks, Terry, I appreciate everything you do,” Steve said. He looked in at Ghost. “I’ll talk to ya tomorrow.” He got in the car.

“Later, Dude,” Terry said, and went back inside.

R. J. had started to pick things up in the break room. He looked up as Terry came in. “They gonna be okay?”

“I don’t know, man, Steve says it will.”

“I’m not lying, Terry…Ghost scared me half to death,” R. J. said.

“I know, me too…” Terry said, as he began straightening things.

“They coming back tomorrow, ya think?”

“Steve said he’d call. Guess we’ll just wait and see.”

They worked awhile longer, putting things in order.

“R. J., why don’t you go on home. You’ve done enough for now. I appreciate you staying, but I’m beat. This is good enough for now,” Terry said. “I think I’m going over to see Kinsey.”

“Sure, and I’ll come by in the morning…see what’s happening,” R. J. said, as he gathered up his things.

Terry locked the door behind them, as they left. He walked down the block, to the club. Kinsey was in his office, as he heard Terry knocking at the back door.

“Hey, Terry…how’s it going?” Kinsey asked. “I was just thinking of coming over there.”

Terry went into the office, and sat on the couch.

“What is it, Terry,” asked Kinsey, as he noticed Terry’s down mood.

Terry shook his head. “Kinsey, I don’t even know where to start.”

Kinsey waited for more information.

“Good thing you didn’t come over. The place is a wreck…well, R. J. and I cleaned it up, but damn…you wouldn’t believe how violent Ghost can get.” He looked up at Kinsey, who was frowning.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Ghost…he was mad at Steve for some silly reason, and he went in the break room and destroyed it. He threw shit everywhere, broke everything he could get his hands on…I’m telling ya, Kinsey, I’ve never seen him that way…ever.”

“Is he ok?”

“Yeah, Steve finally got him calmed down, and took him home.” He paused a minute, shaking his head. “I think that kid’s got more problems than Steve can handle. When that fit, or whatever it was, was over, he kinda woke up, and didn’t even know what he’d done. He didn’t know where he was, or even who I was. He scared the crap outta me and R. J.”

“Sounds like he had a pretty bad one,” Kinsey said. “I’ve seen a few…scary as hell, but he snaps out of it pretty fast. Steve knows how to handle it.”

“Um-hmm, I guess so, but still in the back of my mind…and I hate thinking this…but I think Steve caused it to get worse, ya know…since that time…” Terry said.

Kinsey nodded, and said, “Oh, I know he did, Terry, but that’s water under the bridge. What’s done is done, and we all go on, one way or another.”

“Yeah, well, I feel so bad for Ghost…he never asked for any of it. And then, I feel bad for Steve, too…’cause he has to remember every day what he did. I admit, he’s taken responsibility, and is doing the best he can, but damn, I just wish things were easier for them,” Terry said.

“Me and you both,” Kinsey said.

After a moment of silence, Terry said, “I’m almost done with their CD. I’ll probably finish it up tomorrow, then I’m free to take off. How ’bout you?”

“Any time, just say the word, and I grab my bags, and we’re out the door.”

“Great, I’m ready to get outta Dodge,” Terry said.

~

Steve drove home much slower than he’d driven over to Terry’s, earlier. He kept looking over at Ghost, who was rubbing his face, around his eyes. “You gonna be sick,” he asked.

“No, I don’t think so. I’m just hungry,” Ghost said.

“I’ll fix us something when we get to the house, then,” Steve said. He’d not eaten all day, and Ghost had only had the biscuit and bacon at Kinsey’s, this morning. As Steve went into their kitchen, to find something to fix, Ghost curled up on the couch, with a blanket. Spirit joined him, purring. Steve took a second to look in at them, smiling as he saw them cuddled up together.  He finished the simple supper of toasted waffles, and scrambled eggs, and brought Ghost a plate.

“Here ya go, Ghost,” he said, setting the full plate, and a glass of milk, on the coffee table. He brought in his own plate, too, and sat beside Ghost, who had already started eating.

“This is so good, Steve”

“Glad ya like it,” Steve said. After a few minutes, he asked, “Have you been taking your medicine the doctor gave you?”

Ghost shrugged, and frowned. “Sometimes…but I don’t like it.”

“But, you’re supposed to take it every day. It helps you to feel better, and not have so many of your spells, and headaches.”

“I know,” Ghost said, sighing. “But, it makes me feel weird too, and I really do forget to take it. You’re just mad because of today, aren’t you?”

“I’m not mad. I can’t be mad that you have a spell. I just worry about you.”

“I know, and I’ll try to be better…”

“And take your meds?”

“I guess so.”

“How ya feeling now?”

“Better, now that I got to eat.”

“Good,” Steve said. “Oh, Terry said he was done with the CD, except for packaging it. He liked all the songs, too.”

“He did? I’m glad, but you know what? I knew they would, and I know they cried…him and R. J. … Those songs make me cry too, Steve. Not in a bad way…just ’cause they mean so much to me…to us.”

“I know, me too,” Steve said. “Well, if you’re up to it, we’ll go in and help put them together tomorrow, then. How’s that sound?”

“Yeah, I want to do that,” Ghost said. “But, Terry might not want me to come back, ya know…after…after I wrecked the place, but Steve, I didn’t mean to. And, I didn’t want to be mad at you either, but it just…I don’t know, something just made me do it.”

“Yeah, I know, and Terry understands…he’s not mad, though. So, don’t worry about it,” Steve said, getting up. “I’m gonna clean these dishes. You just take it easy. Go take your medicine, too.” He carried the dishes back to the kitchen.

Ghost went to get his meds, Spirit galloping behind him. On his way to get a glass of water in the kitchen, their phone rang. Steve didn’t hear it, as the water was running in the sink. Ghost stared at the phone. It was on the table by the couch. He was afraid to touch it, after all that had happened today. It kept on ringing, so he finally did pick it up, and ran to give it to Steve.

“Here, I don’t know which button to push,” he said in a rush.

Steve grabbed it…”Hello? Oh, hi Zach…yeah, that’s great…Thanksgiving? Sure, sounds good.” He hung up. “That was Zach. They finished moving into their new house, and want us to come over for Thanksgiving dinner. You want to?”

“Oh, yeah, I wanna go,” Ghost said.

“It’s settled, then.” He went back to finish up the dish washing.

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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 # 165

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 165

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 165

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In the studio, Terry and R. J. had finished laying their tracks, and Terry was now putting the final touches on the mixing, for the master CD.  He’d heard parts of the songs, but he never really liked to hear the completed track until it was all put together. The technical side took most of his attention, so he’d hear the final version when he was done.

R. J. was just hanging out, waiting to hear it. “Hey, Terry, why aren’t Steve and Ghost here? They have the final okay on it.”

“Well, Steve said he didn’t want to be here when we hear it. I guess he’s still not very confident about his own singing that much,” Terry said.

“I like how he sings…it’s different from everybody else,” R. J. said.

“I think so to,” Terry said. “Well, that’s about all I can do to it for now. He wanted us to listen to it, then he and Ghost will come in later, to give their yea or nay.” He put the first burned CD on to play.

“I’m ready,” R. J. said, as he pulled up a chair.

The songs they’d done all together, in the first session, sounded great. Everything came together like they’d planned. The next part was all the songs Steve and Ghost had done at home. As the first one began, R. J. looked confused.

“What happened? They’re just talking…that’s not part of the song.”

“I know, but Steve said leave everything in, so that’s what was on there, just like he wanted.”

Terry started this first cut over, so they could actually pay attention. They heard the recorder switch on, and a few practice notes. Then Steve began talking about how he’d come to write this song, *”Stars”. He started the soft melody and words, and as he went on, the song built. Steve’s emotions came through with no doubt.

Terry and R. J. looked at each other, their surprise evident on their faces. In the background, they could hear Ghost humming to harmonize with Steve. As they continued, Steve’s voice broke, and they could hear Ghost sobbing. Somehow, Steve finished the song, and there was only the sound of Ghost’s pain, as Steve talked to him in low, comforting words. Then the machine was switched off.

Terry had put his head down on the table during this, and R. J. was sniffling, and wiping tears off his face. They just sat there for a few minutes, taking in what they’d heard. Terry stopped the playback then, before the next song had started.

“Terry, you ok?” R. J. asked.

“Um-hmm,” Terry said, sniffling and wiping his own eyes. “I don’t have words, R. J.” he said. “I have never, ever before been moved to tears like that, from a song.”

“I know, me either.”

They sat there in silence, a few minutes more. “You ready for the next one?” Terry asked.

“I don’t know, man…I don’t know if I can take any more.”

But, they did listen to the rest. They were all heartfelt, and emotional, but not as chill producing as the first one.

“That’s all of them, then,” Terry said. “I can see why now that Steve said they’d never do these at a show.”

“Yeah, I couldn’t do them, either,” R. J. said.

Terry cleared his throat, trying to get back to business. “Ok, well, all that’s left is their go-ahead, and printing all this up, and packaging them…then that’s it…ready to go.”

“Ok, guess I’ll go on home, then,” R. J. said.

“But, they’re coming back in, probably won’t be long now. I told them about four hours. Don’t you want to stay until they get here?”

“No, not now. I wouldn’t know what to say, and I might start crying again,” R. J. said.

“Dude, what? You scared to look at them now…now that they poured out their hearts?” Terry asked.

“Yeah, I am, Terry…it’d be awkward. I’d look at them different.”

“R. J., Steve and Ghost are your best friends…the same today as all the days and years before today. They want and need your and my support. I say you should stay, Dude. Besides, we can be awkward together.” Terry laughed, hoping to lighten the mood.

“Oh, well, when ya put it that way, guess I’ll stay.”

“Good, ’cause here they come now,” Terry said, as he saw them drive up to the shop. “They look the same as always…two goofy guys,” he said.

Steve had forgotten to call before they drove over, but had timed it just about right. He and Ghost got out of the car, and walked up the sidewalk to the shop’s door, as Terry and R. J. watched out the window.

“Don’t say I cried,” R. J. told Terry.

“Okay, I won’t, if you won’t,” Terry said.

~

As Steve and Ghost walked in, they were arguing about something. They stopped, just inside the door, and Steve was saying, “No, Ghost, not like that. I told you, don’t push that button. It turns everything off.”

Ghost was holding his new phone, and pushing all the buttons. “But, I forgot, and now what do I do? Can you fix it?”

“Let me see it…give it here…I swear, Ghost…” Steve was frowning, as he yanked the phone out of Ghost’s hand. “This one…don’t ever push it again.” He handed the phone back. 

“But, why is it here, then, if I can’t touch it? That don’t make no sense at all,” Ghost said.

“Just don’t…it has nothing to do with talking on the phone,” Steve said. “Just do what I showed you…nothing else.”

“Ok, fine,” Ghost said. He frowned, and shoved the phone back at Steve. “Here, then…I don’t even want it no more. You’re being mean.” He stomped off to the break room.

Steve gritted his teeth, and growled. “Get back here. You’re acting like a jerk, Ghost. I’m trying to show you how…you just won’t listen.”

But Ghost didn’t come back. He was banging things around in the kitchen, trying to let off steam, and find some coffee. Steve shook his head in frustration. Looking at the ceiling, and rolling his eyes, he said, “Dear Lord, help me.”

Then he noticed Terry and R. J. staring at him. They’d not said a word.

“Uh, sorry guys…just another day in paradise,” Steve said, trying to joke about the argument.

He came over to the table. “So, how’d it come out, Terry?”

“Uh, fine, Steve,” Terry said. He looked over toward the break room, where Ghost was still banging things around. “Is he gonna be okay?”

Steve shrugged, “Yeah, he’ll get over it. I was just showing him how to use this new phone, except…HE WON’T PAY ATTENTION…STOP WRECKING TERRY’S KITCHEN, GHOST.”

“Fuck you, Steve,” Ghost yelled back, and threw something else against the wall, where it shattered.

They all jumped. “Okay, I’m putting a stop to this, right now, before he destroys the place,” Terry said, getting up.

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*”Stars”, written by Grace Potter, Grace Potter and the Nocturnals, Released 2012, label – Hollywood, from the album “The Lion the Beast the Beat”

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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 # 164

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 164

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 164

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Terry and Steve continued discussing the mixing and burning of the songs onto the CD. Ghost was at the counter, still drinking his coffee, inhaling the steam, as he closed his eyes, almost going back to sleep. R. J. came over to talk.

“So, did Steve get in the mood, last night?” he asked.

“Huh? He sang the songs…we both did,” Ghost said. He looked R. J. in the eyes, “and, I’m not gonna answer the next question you’re thinking of, so don’t even ask it.”

“Okay, okay,” R. J. said, backing off. He went over to see what Steve and Terry were talking about.

“You ready to record your bass lines, now,” Terry asked.

R. J. nodded, “Sure,” he said, going to get his guitar, and going into the recording booth. It didn’t take him long to do his parts.

Then it was Terry’s turn on his drums. While he was doing that, Steve was listing everything else that needed to be done. He’d given Terry the photograph, of himself and Ghost that they were to use for the CD cover, just as it was, and also the notes Ghost had written for it, including the front cover script.

Terry finished his drumming, then went to see what Steve had gotten done.

“I’m impressed, Steve,” he said. “This is really coming together.”

“Yeah, it’s looking good,” Steve said, agreeing. “There’s something else…I want you to go ahead and mix the whole thing, and then Ghost and I’ll listen to it first, before we make the rest. I don’t want to make any changes at all to our parts. Just take it for what it is, ok…leave it all in. And, we aren’t going to be here when you first hear these. I’m nervous about it enough already. I couldn’t deal with seeing your reaction, right now. Just promise me you’ll leave everything in,” Steve said.

“Okay, Steve, what you say, goes…no changes. I got it.” He thought for a minute. “You know people are going to hear it…I mean you plan on selling these, and I guess we’ll play them at the live shows? You’ve never been nervous about y’all’s songs before, why now?”

Steve looked down at the papers on the work table, shuffling them around, then sighed. “Terry…just listen to them. And, I don’t know that we’ll ever do these ones at a show. I don’t think either one of us could get through them.”

Terry shrugged, “Ok, dude, I get it…I think. Well, let me get started then. Y’all can go. In fact, why don’t you go get a phone. I’m gonna have to get a carrier pigeon to run messages over to y’all. Gas costs too much to be driving out there all the time,” he said.

“Good idea,” Steve said. He looked over at the counter. Ghost was still there, but had his head down, fast asleep. “Hey, Ghost, wake up…we got stuff to do.”

“I’m awake…I’m coming,” Ghost said.

“Later, Terry,” Steve said, as he and Ghost went out to the car.

~

“Where did Kinsey get the phone he gave us? Was it here in town somewhere?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know. We could go ask him,” Ghost said.

“Yeah, probably should,” Steve said. He drove over to the club.

As they went in the back door, they didn’t see Kinsey in his office, but the light was on. The rest of the club was in darkness.

“Is he here?” Ghost asked.

“Maybe he’s upstairs, let’s go see,” Steve said.

After knocking on Kinsey’s apartment door, Kinsey greeted them. “Hey, guys, come on in. I’m just being lazy today. Y’all want some coffee?”

They’d been here a lot in the past, but not so much recently. Kinsey’s place was always warm and inviting, though. The tv was playing an old black and white movie, and a table lamp cast it’s glow over the living room. Leading them into the kitchen, Kinsey, then poured them all a fresh cup of coffee.

Ghost spied some leftover bacon and biscuits, on the stove, and said, “Can I have that? We haven’t had breakfast, yet.”

“Sure, go ahead,” Kinsey said. “What brings y’all over so early?”

“I broke the phone you gave us, and I was going to get another one. Where did you get it…here in town?”

“Yeah, there’s a little branch phone place, over in the drug store, kinda in the back. They can set you up with one,” Kinsey said. “What happened to the other one…you said it broke?”

“Yeah, well…I thought it got possessed by the evil spirit, and so I stomped on it,” Steve said.

“You’re not serious?”

“Yeah, I am, Kinsey. We were all scared of it, so I stomped it to pieces.”

“It burned me,” Ghost said.

Kinsey looked over at Ghost, who was still prowling around the kitchen, looking into cabinets, drawers, and the refrigerator. Frowning, Kinsey didn’t even question, Steve’s statement about the phone being possessed. They watched Ghost, as he and Steve continued talking.

“We finished our songs for the new CD,” Steve said. “Now, Terry’s over there mixing it, and getting it all on there. It will be ready any day now.”

“Hey, that’s great,” Kinsey said. “Can’t wait to hear them. Y’all will do a show, when we get back, won’t you?”

“We plan on it, but keep us up to date. We’ll need a day or two to get ready…oh, but maybe you’ll need more time to rest up after you get home from all the travelling?”

Kinsey nodded, “I have a feeling we may need a few days, Steve, so maybe give us a week or so, before I open this place up again. I expect we’ll be leaving as soon as y’all’s business is done over at Terry’s. I still want you to come by here to pick up any mail. Just generally check up on things, Steve.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep an eye on things. You just have a good time.”

“I will, and in case I don’t see you before we leave, I’ll tell ya bye now,” Kinsey said. He reached into his pocket, then handed Steve the keys to the club.

“Ok, well, guess we should get going…you ready, Ghost?” Steve asked.

Ghost nodded, and came over to Kinsey, giving him a big hug. “Have fun on your vacation, Kinsey. I’ll miss you,” he said.

“Believe it or not, I’ll miss you guys, too,” Kinsey said. He walked with them downstairs.

“See ya, Kinsey,” Steve said. He and Ghost headed off to the drug store, to find a phone.

~

At the drug store, Steve headed back to where he saw a hanging sign, advertising phones. Ghost had time to look around. There were decorations, knick-knacks, and cards, for the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday, on display. They all caught his eye. As he read some of the cards, he laughed at the ones that had turkey jokes.

Steve took awhile to choose which phone and plan he wanted, and debated whether to get a second one, for Ghost. He figured that Ghost had learned how to use the other phone, pretty good, and one of his own would make him happy, so he got the second one. Then, he went to find Ghost, who was over by the pharmacy. He heard part of their conversation. Ghost was explaining herbs and potions to the pharmacist. The funny thing was, the guy actually was interested in Ghost’s ramblings.

He smiled, and listened for a few minutes. Ghost could hold his own on this subject, and the clerk was giving it right back to him. At a pause, Steve said, “Hey, Ghost, you ready? We should get going, now.”

“Okay,” Ghost said, and then to add one more parting word, he said, “Hey Steve, this here is Tommy, and he knows medicines and stuff. And, Tommy, this here is my boyfriend, Steve.”

Steve and Tommy nodded and smiled to each other. “Your friend here, is quite the expert on the subject, himself. I’m impressed,” Tommy said. “And, I’ve actually been over to the Yew when y’all were doing a show. Love your style, guys. When’s the next one?”

“Soon, maybe in a few weeks. We’ll put up flyers,” Steve said.

“Well, y’all take care…” Tommy said, as he went back to work.

~

Back in the car, Steve showed the phones to Ghost. “These will be ready to use, as soon as the batteries get charged up.”

“Cool, Steve,” Ghost said, not quite as interested as Steve had thought he’d be.

“You know what I saw in there?” Ghost asked. “Thanksgiving stuff…”

“Yeah, it’s coming up,” Steve said.

“Are we gonna do anything?”

“Like what…I guess eat, and watch football, same as always,” Steve said.

Ghost thought about it a minute. “Oh, this is the one without presents, huh?”

Steve laughed. “No, afraid not…no presents for this one…sorry.”

As they drove down the main street, they passed by the record shop. “Wonder how Terry’s getting on with the recording?” Steve asked.

Ghost shrugged. “You want to stop in to see?”

“Naw  not yet, I’m just going home for now, get these charged up. Then we’ll call him, and see how it’s going,” Steve said.

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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 # 163

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 163

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As Steve drove down the highway to the house, he was worrying about how to record the songs he’d written.  “Ghost, I don’t know if I can get these done. It’s just…I don’t know. I like the songs, and when I wrote them, it was exactly what I was feeling. I still feel that way, but how do I get it back, to transfer those feelings to the CD?” he sighed.

“The other time, for the tape we made, those were more for fun songs, ya know. It was easy. But these ones, well crap…I just don’t know how to do it. Maybe I should just forget it…put some other, older songs on there, and keep these ones for just us.”

“Don’t worry, Steve,” Ghost said. “Don’t think so hard on it. You’ll see.”

“But, you do it all the time…at home, at the shows…how do you go from everyday business, to singing with such total emotion that brings people right into your world?”

“I don’t know, Steve, it just happens. If I’m happy, I sing it that way. If the words make me feel sad, it comes out sad,” Ghost said. “You have to actually listen to the words you wrote, and hear the meaning you meant at the time. It all comes back, when you sing them, as when you wrote them.”

“Thanks, Ghost, I think I see what you mean, and I’m gonna try my best, anyway.”

~

They arrived home, and unloaded the equipment. It was late afternoon, now, and Ghost fixed them a light supper of cheese omelets and toast, while Steve set up the recorder, and got his guitar out. He went over the words to the songs, and played some chords. He was beginning to remember how he felt when he wrote them.

“Come eat, Steve,” Ghost said, looking into the living room. He knew Steve was getting it.

After their meal, they went outside for awhile. Ghost stood at the porch railing, looking up into the sky, which was turning a velvety purple. The sun was throwing it’s last rays of light onto the very tops of the pines. Below was already into twilight. He took deep breaths of the cool, pine scented air.

“It’s nice out,” he said.

“Yeah, I love this time of the year,” said Steve.

“Me, too, but why is it a time?” Ghost asked.

“Huh? Oh, that’s just a way of saying that right now is what you like…like the fall weather. There really isn’t a time, like on a clock.”

“Well, I don’t get it, except that everything flows from one thing to the next, on and on, forever. You don’t have to keep a time,” Ghost said.

“You’re right,” Steve said.

Ghost shivered, and came to sit beside Steve on the porch swing. “Forever more, Steve, forever more,” he whispered into the night.

They stayed there, slowly swinging back and forth for awhile…until Steve felt ready to try the songs.

“I’m bringing the equipment out here,” Steve said. He went inside, and ran the electric cords, so they extended out the window to the porch. With his guitar, he sat back on the swing. Ghost just watched him, as he held the microphone.

On most of these last songs, Ghost only sang on parts of them. He could feel that Steve felt more at ease. It was a calm, starry night, and many times before, they’d sang to each other out here. It was cozy and intimate, just the two of them being together like this.

Steve played a bit of the tune, then nodded at Ghost, as he flipped on the machine, beginning the first song. It was *”Stars”.  This song he’d written long ago, when Ghost was gone away…he thought forever. It was him, pouring out his anguish and despair…and now, singing it to Ghost, with Ghost, under these same stars, brought out his emotions so strong, his voice broke several times.

Ghost was crying at the end of it. He’d heard parts of the song before, but only now could he feel exactly what Steve had felt at the time. It brought back so many memories. He was having a hard time getting control of his emotions, and put his head in his hands and sobbed.

“Ghost…” Steve whispered. “Ghost…please…” He went over and held Ghost close. “It’s ok, Ghost…let it out….” Steve murmured into Ghost’s hair. He knew Ghost had never completely dealt with his pain. After awhile his crying slowed.

“Steve, I can’t…I can’t do this…the other songs…it’s too much,” he said.

“Ghost, I know it’s hard, but I need you to do this…with me.”

“But, Steve, I don’t deserve your beautiful songs…I just don’t”

Steve was surprised to hear Ghost say that. “Ghost, don’t ever think that. I just wrote what I felt, and to me it’s not nearly enough. You deserve my whole love for you, and so much more. Can’t you see that?”

Ghost was shaking his head.

“Look at me,” Steve said. “Believe it, babe, ’cause I meant every word.” He kissed Ghost’s tears away.

They took a small break, then began the next song, *”Perfect”. This one was easier, as they’d worked on it a few times, getting their parts in order. They got through it fairly quickly, and the rest of them went well, too. By the time all the songs were finished, it was almost dawn, and Steve’s voice was about gone. They went inside, had a bowl of cereal, and crashed into bed, hoping for a few hours of sleep.

However, it seemed like no time had passed, when there was a loud knocking on their door. Steve got up, and opened the front door. It was R. J.

“What?” Steve asked.

 

“Dude, Terry’s waiting for y’all. He couldn’t call ’cause your phone is broke. He ordered me to come and drag y’all into the studio.”

“Shit, we aren’t even awake yet, R. J. He’s just gonna have to wait. We’ll be in as soon as we can. Go tell Terry we finished all the songs…we were up all night.”

“Okay, Steve, but hurry,” R. J. said.

Steve went to wake Ghost. “We gotta get up and get over there,” Steve said, on his way to the bathroom.

Ghost rolled out of bed, and stumbled into the kitchen, to make coffee.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked, as he came into the kitchen. “We don’t have time for that. We’ll get a coffee at the store, when we get to town.”

“They aren’t going anywhere…they’ll wait,” Ghost said, through a big yawn.

“Fine, I’ll load up, but try to hurry.”

But, Ghost never got in a hurry. He fed Spirit, and went to get dressed. Steve clomped back into the house, straight to Ghost and propelled him toward the door.  “Come on, everything is loaded up,” he said. “I don’t want Terry to wait too long. R. J. said he was getting impatient, already.”

“R. J. was here?”

“Yep, Terry sent him out here. I really need to get another phone.”

Finally in the car, barreling down the highway toward town, Ghost asked, “Hey, how come we never used to have a phone, and we did ok, but now when we had one, and then we don’t have it, it gets hard to not have one?”

“What? Oh, I get it,” Steve answered. “Guess you don’t miss what you don’t have, at first, then when you have it, then it’s gone, you feel like you need it.” He looked over at Ghost. “What the hell did I just say? I swear, Ghost, I’m starting to sound like you.”

Ghost grinned. “Yeah, and I understand you a lot better, now.”

“Well, good, ’cause I don’t,” Steve said.

He pulled up in front of the convenience store, and ran in to get them some coffee. Then driving over to the studio, he turned off the car’s engine, and took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

“All this rushing around got me all jangly.”

“You need your coffee, then. It’ll calm you down,” Ghost said. He took a huge swallow of his own hot coffee.

“I doubt that,” Steve said, but he drank his down in only a couple of mouthfuls. “Let’s get this stuff inside,” he said.

They lugged in the recording equipment, then turned to find Terry and R. J. staring at them. “Well, look who showed up,” Terry said. “Sleeping beauties get all rested?

“Don’t start, Terry,” Steve said. “We were up all night…everything’s finished. Now, it’s you and R. J.’s time to go to work.” He began going over what needed to be done.

“I know, I know, just ragging on ya, Dude,” Terry said.

~

*”Stars”, as performed by Amanda Brown on the Voice, written by Grace Potter (Grace Potter and the Nocturnals), released 2012, on the label Hollywood, from the album “The Lion the Beast the Beat”

*”Fuckin’ Perfect”, Pink, written by Pink – Max Martin – Shellback, released Dec 14, 2010, label LaFace – RCA, single from the album “Greatest Hits…So Far!!!”

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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 # 162

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Kinsey had finished eating his part of the pizza, and was going back to the club. “Bye, Steve,” he said, and gave him a nod, as he passed by, on the way out. “Good luck with this crew of yours.”

“Bye, Kinsey, sure ya don’t want to stay and sort them out?” Steve asked.

“I’m so sure, Steve…not my business.” Kinsey was laughing, as he went out the door.

Steve shook his head, and took the last few bites of his own pizza. The shop phone rang, and he listened, as Terry answered it. “It’s for you, Steve…it’s Zach. Where’s your phone, anyway?”

Steve came over to get the phone. “It’s broke. I gotta get another one,” he said. “Hey, Zach, what’s up?”

“It’s done, man. The house is history,” Zach said.

“Already?” Steve asked. “That was fast. How’d it go?”

“Man, that bulldozer plowed right into it…it was awesome. And, they had a dump truck to load the pieces in, and the lot is scraped clean. There were cars lined up on the side of the road, and people walked up to watch it come down. We should have sold tickets,” Zach said.

“Did y’all see anything…feel anything weird?” Steve asked.

“I didn’t, but I think Trevor was feeling weird…not from any left over spirits, but just from all the things that happened there, so it was kinda sad and kinda happy that’s it’s over, ya know.” Zach said.

“Yeah, well you and Trevor can have a new beginning…make some happy memories, now. Y’all can forget all the bad juju that place had.”

“Yep, we’re staying in our new place tonight,” Zach said. He paused then said, “Oh, hey, I gotta go…y’all come by sometime. We still have to discuss that show.”

“Sure thing, Zach. Ghost and me, we’re doing our recording today, and maybe for the next couple of days, but then we can talk more about it.”

“Okay, later then…” Zach said, then ended the call.

“What was all that about?” Terry asked.

“Oh, he let me know that house is totally gone, now,” Steve said.

“Good…that place was too creepy,” Terry said. “What do y’all have to discuss? Sorry, I overheard all you said.”

“Yeah, uh, it’s just about a show we plan on having, when y’all get back from vacation. Kinsey knows about it, sort of,” Steve said. “It’s kinda complicated, what we want to do…a sort of secret, but you do need to know. That’s the confusing part…do I tell you, or not…and, how can we not? Well, crap, I don’t know now how to do it.” He was getting flustered, now.

Terry gave him a look. “Steve, you’ve been around Ghost too long. I have no idea what you just said.”

“I know, Terry…that’s why we have to discuss it,” Steve said. “Then we’ll know what’s going on. Anyway, you’ll know later.”

“Okay, dude, y’all handle it, then,” Terry said, still confused. “Ready to get back to work?”

“Yeah, let me go round up those two clowns,” Steve said, as he went to the break room.

~

R. J. was at the table, reading a comic book, and Ghost had stretched out on the small couch, and was asleep. Steve stood at the door, and just shook his head, thinking that this could be a long afternoon.

“It’s time to record again, guys,” he said.

R. J. nodded, as he got up and headed for the door, still reading as he walked.  Steve went over to Ghost, and shook him awake. “Wake up, Ghost. We’re ready to record again.”

“Hmm?” Ghost sat up and rubbed his eyes.

Steve reached out his hands, and pulled Ghost up. “C’mon…”

They all took their places in the studio, and began again. These next songs were working out good, but the ones coming up were the ones Steve had written to Ghost, and he’d be singing the main parts, with Ghost coming in on certain parts.

He was a little worried about that because one, he felt he wasn’t a very good singer. He did ok for harmonies and background vocals, but taking a leading role was uncomfortable. Two, these songs he wrote were very personal to him, and he felt it would be impossible to capture the emotions now, that he’d had at the time, and would seem fake, or forced when doing them for the recording. Then three, if they were to do these songs in a live show, there’d be no stopping and starting, or mixing, to get it just right. He didn’t want to have his thoughts dissected and critiqued. He wanted them to be pure and from the heart, like he’d intended for them to be.

So, they made it through the first one, but just barely. Steve wasn’t happy with it. He was getting frustrated at himself, trying to make it perfect. “Ok, guys, this isn’t working,” he said, and tried to explain why. “What I think we’ll do, is…Terry, R. J. and me…we need to just record the music parts by itself. Then we’ll call it a day. I’m going to go home and get these songs recorded there. I have to feel what I felt when I wrote them. I have to be in a certain mood, and it ain’t happening here, with y’all watching me,” Steve said. He looked at the others, hoping they’d understand.

Terry and R. J. looked at each other, and the teasing began. “We get it, Steve,” Terry said, and wiggled his eyebrows. “You gotta get in the moood first, and you don’t need any onlookers.”

“Shut up…” Steve said. “But, yeah…and Terry, can you put what I record at home onto what we do here?”

“Yes, I believe I can, Steve,” Terry said, grinning.

“Good, then that’s all for today,” Steve said, packing up his guitar.

Terry began shutting down the electronics. R. J. was over to the side, playing a slow rhythmic tune on his bass. He started singing a silly song, he’d just made up, trying to be funny. “Steve’s gonna get in the mood, he’s gonna sing like he should, and Ghost is gonna feel good, and we all knew that he would, and they’re gonna get rude and lewd…” Then he started laughing, because Ghost was grinning and right up in Steve’s face, batting his eyes, acting silly.

Terry was cracking up, too. Steve finally realized what was going on at his expense. “Knock it off, all of y’all,” he hollered, but was grinning, at the same time.

“Aw, man…that’s the funniest thing I seen all day,” said Terry. “We should take that show on the road.”

“Shut up,” Steve said. “C’mon, Ghost, let’s get outta here. We’ll be back in the morning,” he told Terry.

“Have a goood night…” Terry and R. J. both said, in a teasing voice.

Steve and Ghost went on out the door. After they’d got in the car, Steve remembered he needed to take the portable recording equipment to the house. “Crap, I gotta go back in there,” he said, as he opened the car door.

As he went back inside, he could hear Terry and R. J. still laughing. “Excuse me, but I need the recorder, Terry,” he said.

“Oh, yeah, hang on,” Terry said, and went to get the machine. “You know how to use it, right?”

“Yeah, I know how, thanks,” Steve said, going to the door. “Resume your laughing, if you must…” he said, and he waved with his middle finger, as he left.

~

Back in the car, Steve sat there for a minute, just breathing, to calm down after the long day. “So, Ghost, what was all that shit today…you and R. J. acting like fools?”

“Nothing, just having fun,” Ghost said. “I heard you tell Kinsey I was fixin’ to get pissy, so I tried not to…and it worked. I changed myself, and you were right, but then you were wrong.” He smiled. “Ya, see?”

“Yeah, Ghost, I think I do,” said Steve. “Well, let’s go home.

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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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At the studio, Terry was already there, adjusting his sound boards and mics, and his drums. R. J. was there, too, looking like he’d just woke up. Steve parked around back, and he and Ghost lugged in their things.

“Hey, guys, we made it,” Steve said.

Ghost put down what he was carrying and went in search of coffee, in the small break room. R. J. came in for a coffee, too.

“Hey, Ghost, how’s it going?”

“Going good, R. J., now that I have this.” Ghost smiled, as he poured himself a cup.

R. J. nodded in agreement.

“Did Terry give you the list of songs?” Ghost asked.

“Yeah, and I practiced the older ones, and learned the new ones from that demo y’all did. It’s weird how we all do this, don’t ‘cha think? I mean, y’all don’t read or write music, but Terry and I can pick up exactly what y’all want for us to do with no problem,” R. J. said.

Ghost shrugged, “That’s ’cause y’all are good at it. And, we’ve been doing it for a long time, so we know how to work together.”

“Yeah, it’s easier with y’all up front. It’s not as easy with Zach and Calvin, though. They got some crazy songs, and it’s taking me awhile to get used to them.”

Ghost smiled. “Well, get ready for some more crazy, ’cause when Kinsey and Terry get back from their vacation, we’re gonna all be playing some, at the same time.” Ghost thought a minute, then said, “Except, I don’t know how Terry’s gonna play a show, and be a guest at the same time…” He was getting confused, now.

“What? All at the same time?” R. J. asked.

“Yeah, for our welcome home show. We all already planned it. I guess Steve will figure it all out…I hope,” Ghost said.

“I don’t know, man,” R. J. said, “sounds pretty crazy, to me.”

Just then, Steve came into the break room. “Y’all gonna drink coffee and chit-chat all day? We got work to do…c’mon.”

Ghost giggled, then said, “Yes sir, boss.”

R. J. sputtered his mouthful of coffee out, at that.

They did come out to the other room and pretended bowing down to Steve and Terry, still laughing and saying, “We’re here, boss…we got it, boss.”

Steve and Terry exchanged a look. “Juveniles…” Steve said. “C’mon, get serious, now,” he said.

They all took up their instruments, and Terry turned on the recorder. Ghost adjusted the stand up mic in front of him, and they began. They ran through the first song, then Terry did the playback. It sounded good, but he thought they could do it a little better. They went through it again, and again he made some adjustments. After going through it again, he mixed the best parts of all three times together, to make one that sounded good to them all.

“One down, and how many more?” R. J. asked.

Steve began to calculate. “Well, thirteen more, if we do them one time each, which is unlikely, so…if like this one, we do each three times…times thirteen…maybe 39 more times all together?”

Terry was nodding, “Sounds about right.”

Ghost sighed. “It’s a lot of singing.” He hoped his voice would hold out, but he had his doubts.

“Yeah, but if we have to we can split ’em up…do some tomorrow,” Steve said. “I know you’re wanting to get out of here as soon as you can, Terry, but these have to be right. We plan on selling the CDs.”

“I know, Steve, and we’re gonna get ’em done, however long it takes,” Terry said.

They regrouped, and began the second song. It took just as long as the first, but they kept on working on them. Everyone was still learning them, so there were stops along the way to fine tune them, too. Close to three hours later, Steve said, “Okay, let’s take a break.”

“We’ve got about half of them like you want, Steve,” Terry said. “We can stop now, or do more after lunch, your call.”

“Ghost, how’s your throat? Can you do some more?” Steve asked.

Ghost drank some water, and cleared his throat. “Uh, I can try, but I can feel it getting scratchy.”

“All right, then, Steve. We’ll break for lunch. Don’t you have a few songs that you do the majority of the singing on?” asked Terry.

Steve nodded, “Yeah, we could do those, so Ghost can rest his voice awhile. How’s that sound?” He looked over to see what Ghost thought about it.

Ghost shrugged, not wanting to use his voice, if he didn’t have to.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Steve asked.

Ghost mouthed the words, “It means we’ll do it that way.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Well, Terry, you heard him…or not…”

“Yeah, tell ya the truth, I’m tired. Let’s do a couple more, then do the rest in the morning. That ought to do it,” Terry said. “Now, I’m ordering pizza. Y’all grab a drink from the fridge, and chill for awhile.

Steve put his guitar down and found himself a chair to lean back in, and propped up his feet on a table. Ghost and R. J. headed for the break room for sodas. Terry was using his phone, so went outside for a change of scenery, and some cool air. As he stood in front of the record shop, he saw Kinsey come out of the Yew.

Kinsey waved, and walked on over to say hi. “Y’all recording today?” he asked.

“Yep, we’re on a lunch break, right now. It’s going fine, but slow. We may do the last bits tomorrow, because everyone’s getting tired, and Ghost’s voice is wearing out,” Terry said.

Steve had come outside, now, and heard the last part of the conversation. “Yeah, Ghost is fixin’ to get pissy…I can already tell,” he said.

Kinsey laughed. “Well, nobody said it was easy.”

“I know,” Steve said. “It’s fun, but a whole lot of work.”

“I hear ya,” Kinsey said. “I feel the same about the club…and that’s why I’m going on vacation.”

Ghost and R. J. came outside, then, and Ghost said silently, “Hi, Kinsey, I can’t talk.”

Kinsey smiled. “I see…don’t want to wear it out, huh?”

Ghost nodded. Just then the pizza delivery guy came speeding up to the record store, screeching to a stop, almost running down Ghost, who’d been standing just off the sidewalk, in the street.

He jumped out of the way, just in time, but bumped into R. J., and they both went down, spilling their cokes all over.

“Hey, watch where ya going,” Steve yelled, as the guy got out of his car.

The guy sneered. “Thirty minutes or less…gotta hurry…shouldn’t be standing in the street.”

“Fuck thirty minutes or less,” Steve said, as he came toward the guy.

“Hey, here’s ya pizzas…need the money…got more deliveries,” the guy said.

Terry had gone inside to get the money for the pizza, right before, so missed the altercation. Kinsey hollered in the door, to him, “Hey, Terry, the pizza’s here, and Steve’s yelling at him. He almost ran over Ghost.”

Terry hurried to the door, money in hand. “Here’s your money, dude, now take off,” he said.

The guy did, but shot them all the finger, as he left.

Ghost and R. J. were still on the ground, laughing hysterically at the situation. Terry just shook his head, and took the pizzas inside. “Ya wanna eat, get your asses up off the sidewalk,” he said. He, Kinsey, and Steve went inside. Ghost and R. J. finally got control of their laughing fit, and went inside, too. Grabbing their share of the food, they retreated to the break room, to…as Steve put it…chit-chat some more.

Terry and Kinsey were eating over by the counter, talking vacation. Steve felt like the odd man out. He didn’t know which crazy group to join…the immature young ones, or the old farts club. Neither appealed to him, so he went and found a folding chair over by the bargain bin. There he ate in peace.

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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 # 160

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A little later, Zach and Trevor decided to walk around, just to be alone and enjoy the cool weather. They walked down to the end of the driveway, and over to a stand of trees alongside.

“This is a real pretty place to live,” said Zach. He craned his neck back to try and see the tops of the pine trees. “I never saw such huge trees, Trevor, not in New Orleans, anyway. I’m glad I came here.”

“Me, too. I’ve always been around this area. What’s it like where you’re from, Zach. Are you ever taking me there?”

“Maybe someday. It’s nice in New Orleans, but way different than here. Lots of crazy people…well, you met Eddy and Dougal. I’d like to go back for a visit, but I’m still leery. I might get arrested or something,” Zach said.

Just then they heard Steve holler over to them. “Hey, guys, we’re fixin’ breakfast, and we’re done with the shower.”

“Be there in a minute,” Zach hollered back.

“Guess we’re staying for breakfast,” Trevor said.

“Yep, and I’m racing you to the shower,” Zach said, and headed toward the house.

They ran up onto the porch, then inside, laughing and out of breath.

Ghost looked around the kitchen door, holding a spatula. “Pancakes will be ready,” he said.

“Great, we’ll wash up, first,” said Trevor.

“They coming?” asked Steve.

“Uh-huh,” Ghost said, as he expertly flipped another pancake over.

Steve made them all some scrambled eggs and bacon to have with the pancakes. Trevor and Zach came back in after their quick shower.

“You want us here at the table?” asked Zach.

“Yeah, got your plates ready, now,” Steve said, as he set two full plates in front of them.

Ghost finished the last two pancakes, and he and Steve sat down to eat.

“These are really good, Ghost. It’s like they melt in my mouth,” Trevor said.

Ghost thanked him. “I made these when I was a kid. Well, not these here ones, but the same kind.”

Steve snickered, and kept on eating, as Ghost kept on talking.

“I can make potatoes, too…right, Steve?”

“Um-hmm…”

Zach looked at Trevor, then at Steve. not sure if he should laugh, or say anything. But, Trevor kept the conversation going.

“What kind of potatoes?” he asked, remembering that Ghost said to make him explain what he meant.

Ghost looked puzzled, for a second. “Umm, those kind with milk, and you use a spoon, and…what’s it called, Steve?”

Steve smiled, and said, “Soup.”

“Oh, yeah, I just forgot it, but not how to make it. Kinsey lets me make it for the club, sometimes,” Ghost said.

“We’d love to try it someday,” Trevor said.

Ghost smiled. “Okay, cool.”

Steve was thinking how weird it was, how domestic they were all being. First breakfast, and now planning a dinner party?

Ghost frowned at Steve. “Yeah, so what?”

Zach and Trevor, of course, hadn’t heard Steve’s thoughts, so were lost as to what Ghost was saying, now.

“I want to, and you can come, or not,” Ghost said.

“Oh, I’ll come, Ghost,” Steve said. “It’ll be fun.”

“Huh?” Zach said, still confused.

“Oh, we’re planning a dinner party, and inviting y’all over for potato soup, real soon, and it’ll be fun,” Steve said.

“Oh, well let us know when, and we’ll be here,” said Trevor.

“Speaking of fun,” Steve said, “Kinsey and Terry will be on vacation, and when they come back we wanted to do a show…like a welcome back show. He mentioned maybe we all could do one together. Did he say anything to y’all about it?”

“Yeah, kind of,” Zach said. “That could be fun, I guess, if we could work out how.”

“Okay, then, let’s see…we all have Terry and R. J., then y’all have Calvin, too. Y’all could do half the show, then us the other? I don’t think we could all do it together, I mean, we’re all different kinds of music. We might do one or two songs…hell, I don’t know,” Steve said, getting confused, now.

Zach nodded. “The first way sounds fine…half and half, then maybe come together for one or two?”

“I think I just said that, but you said it better, Zach,” Steve said. “What about that, Ghost, does it sound ok to you?”

“Yeah, guess so. When is Kinsey getting back home, though? We have to know before, so we can let people know.”

“That’s true. I think he said he’d keep in touch, so we’ll probably have a few days notice. It’ll work out,” said Steve.

“Are we gonna get that guy to print up flyers?” asked Ghost.

“Oh, yeah, well, if he could do them fast enough. I mean, he wanted to and all,” Steve said.

Ghost gathered up the dishes, as everyone was finished eating. “Are we going to record, today?”

“Yep, in fact, we need to get on over there,” Steve said, getting up from the table.

“We need to get going, too,” said Trevor, “because…well…” He didn’t want to mention why, but they all knew; the house was going to be bulldozed this morning.

As Trevor and Zach were leaving, Trevor turned to Ghost. “Thank you, again, Ghost, for everything you did for us.”

“I just wanted to help,” Ghost said.

Steve grabbed his guitars, and Ghost got his backpack, and song books, and they all left out the door.

“We’ll catch up with y’all later,” Steve said.

“Yeah, we’ll let ya know how it goes,” said Zach.

They followed each other down the driveway, and out onto the highway. Steve headed for Terry’s studio in town, and Zach for Trevor’s old house on Violin Road.

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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 # 159

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“The wind was blowing last night?” Ghost asked.

“Yeah, we heard this whistling noise coming from the back room. It must have been the wind,” Trevor said.

Ghost frowned. “In the back room? Oh, you mean that goose we got back in the storage room?”

“Huh?” Trevor had no idea what to say to that. Ghost talked in riddles you had to decipher most of the time.

“Yeah, that’s Spirit’s goose,” Ghost said. “You know, Spirit…our cat? He was hiding under the bed for a long time last night, but came out later and slept with us. He said the goose was loose, and wanted to play…but, then he went to sleep.”

Trevor was even more confused, at Ghost’s explanation. “Sure, sure…that was probably what we heard.”

Ghost narrowed his eyes, trying to get a read on Trevor’s thoughts. “Don’t pretend like you know what I’m talking about, Trevor.”

“Oh, hey…I’m not…I’m just confused.”

“I know you are…everybody is, except Steve…and even he is sometimes, too,” Ghost said. “Shit, even me…I don’t understand me either half the time.” He looked up at Trevor, and sighed. “I don’t mean to be crazy, Trevor. I never wanted to be, ya know. But, things don’t come out right, ’cause, well…’cause my head got busted open too many times, and things get messed up. I know lots of stuff, though. You said I wasn’t very smart to Zach one time…I heard you…but, I kinda am, just I can’t say it right. So, if I hurt your feelings ever, please don’t be mad at me,” he took a shuddery breath. “And, making me explain stuff helps me to get it out better. I say too many words, I write too many words, I sing too many words, but it’s just…it’s just…I have to.” He looked down, and cried.

Trevor was trying to think of something to say…to do, when Ghost motioned for him to come over to the swing, with him. Then, as he sat down beside Ghost, Ghost reached out his arms, hugging him tight.

“I just need a hug sometimes,” Ghost cried into Trevor’s shoulder, then raised his tear-stained face up, kissing Trevor on the mouth.

Trevor was stunned, but didn’t back away…he returned the kiss. This is not right, but I like it. Ghost is only the second person I’ve ever kissed, and it’s so different…

Ghost broke away from the kiss, first. “Sorry, I just need to be loved. Steve calls me a whore, ’cause I like sex and kissing, and I know I shouldn’t, but I’ve done it with all kinds of people…whoever will let me. So, just tell me to quit, and I will,” Ghost said, looking into Trevor’s eyes.

“I know before, I said mean things to you, to leave me alone…but, I was trying to not like you. But, I think I do, now…we’re a lot alike…we crave it.”

Trevor searched Ghost’s eyes, and nodded. “Yes, we are a lot alike, Ghost. I’m infatuated with you, but I’m committed to Zach…so, thanks for giving me love. I need it so, so much, too.” He brushed Ghost’s hair back. “But, this is all, okay?”

Ghost nodded and smiled. They continued to sit on the swing, wrapped in their blankets. Soon, Zach came out and joined them. He felt that Trevor and Ghost had come to an understanding, this morning. He didn’t have to ask, as he looked at the two of them.

They could hear Steve, out in the kitchen, getting his coffee. Then, the screen door squeaked, as he came out onto the porch, with Spirit bounding out, too. He immediately could feel that a silent truce had been made between Ghost and Trevor. As he leaned against the porch railing, looking at them, he knew. Neither one would meet his eyes. He could see Ghost’s eyes were still wet from his tears, and both of their lips were reddened. He sighed, and looked away.

It hurt him to know that Ghost always needed more…more than even he could give him at times. But, he’d learned to accept it. This is how Ghost was, and he would take him however he could…no more questions or accusations, ever.

He looked back over at Ghost, knowing he’d heard his thoughts. “Hey, you…good morning,” he said, and smiled.

Ghost’s bottom lip quivered, but he got control, and smiled back at Steve. “Hey, yourself.”

“You need a warm up on that coffee, I think…let’s go in,” Steve said. He reached out his hand to help Ghost up, and they went inside the house.

~

Zach was looking at Trevor. He didn’t want to say anything, but it was making him feel weird, to know that Trevor and Ghost had kissed. He cleared his throat. Before he could speak, though, Trevor said, “It didn’t mean anything.”

Zach closed his eyes. “But, why? Trev, I give you all of me, and…it seems like it’s not enough sometimes. I don’t know what else to do.”

“I don’t know, Zach. Just…I let Ghost kiss me…I didn’t stop him. I just needed to find out what it was like…to kiss someone else, and so I did.”

Trevor could feel his heart pounding. He didn’t want to hurt Zach, didn’t want this to turn out badly.

“And…” Zach asked, “did you find out something?”

Trevor nodded. “Yeah, I did, Zach. It was different…nice, but different. I found out that Ghost means no harm. He needs to be loved, just like me.” He paused a moment, gathering his thoughts. “I had a nightmare of a childhood, and you know all of it. Ghost has had some really bad shit happen to him, too. He didn’t say what, but it must have been horrible. We were just showing that we cared about each other…in a way that maybe others…you and Steve can never really know. That’s all. And, I found out that really is all. I don’t have anywhere near the kind of love for him that we have, Zach. It’s totally different. Can you understand?” Trevor watched Zach’s face to see his reaction.

Zach raised his shoulders, looking intently at Trevor. “In a weird way I do, Trevor. I know there are different kinds of love, and I get it. It just surprised me, that’s all. I’m not mad at you…or Ghost.” He sighed. “I used to be with anyone who’d have me…and I never once felt love…not from any of them, and not from me to them either…not until I met you. You’re the only one I ever let get into my heart, Trevor. That’s never going to change.”

Zach went to sit on the swing with Trevor. They kissed, and Trevor knew this was the real thing, right here, no doubts at all.

~

Steve had led Ghost inside, and into the bedroom. Closing the door, he looked at Ghost, his eyes softening, as he smiled. Neither had to say a word. Their need for each other was like a charge of electricity pulsing in waves around them. Reaching out, they tore at their clothes, as they fell onto the bed. This time, there was no holding back the lust and love for one another. Breathing hard, and fast, they were not quiet, letting their passion out in words of love. Not caring who heard them, they were in their own world of pleasure.

Zach and Trevor could hear it all, as they sat there in the swing. They both envisioned what was happening, remembering their own past night. They would not feel or show any embarrassment for themselves, or for Steve and Ghost, as they realized they all needed love, and were secure in the knowledge of their love for each other, as was Ghost and Steve, in theirs.

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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 # 158

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To banish the demon for good, Ghost had made that last, extreme psychic push with his thoughts. He felt as if something had short-circuited in his brain. An electrical shock burst through his head, leaving him numb, and with no thoughts at all. Now, he was getting some feeling back, and his memory was returning, a little at a time, but he couldn’t yet speak. He just had to sit there on the floor, with unfocused eyes, and saliva dripping from his still numb mouth.

Zach started to ask Ghost something, when he noticed. “Ghost…what’s wrong? Steve, what’s wrong with Ghost?”

Steve looked over at Ghost, but it took him a second to react, as he was still in shock, from shooting at Trevor. He shook himself, to remember what was going on. “Ghost?” He reached over to him. “Can you hear me…what’s wrong?” Steve took Ghost’s hand and squeezed hard, and Ghost did squeeze back.

“Ghost, say something…what is it? C’mon, it’s over and we’re all okay.” He wiped Ghost’s mouth off, then held Ghost’s face in his hands, staring into his eyes.

“Steve?” Ghost’s breathy voice could barely be heard. “Steve, I feel numb all over…except my head is pounding.” His words were slurred.

“Zach, go get me a wet cloth, and some water,” Steve said. “It’s gonna be ok…you’ll be fine in a few minutes, Ghost.” He bathed Ghost’s face with the wet cloth Zach had brought.

This revived him a little more, and he was focusing now. “Is it gone, now?” Ghost asked.

“Yes, you made it go away, and we all helped. We saw it leave, and it’s gone for good. It’s dead and will never hurt us again.” Steve was saying all this, hoping it was true.

Trevor had been watching them, then noticed something on Ghost’s t-shirt. “Uh, Steve, I don’t want to scare you, but look at Ghost’s shirt. I think it’s blood.”

“What?” Steve looked at Ghost’s midsection. “Oh, my God,” he said. He didn’t want to alarm Ghost, but he was afraid to look underneath, and knew he had to. Taking a shaky breath, he raised up Ghost’s shirt. There were fresh scratch marks on his skin. Some were long and deep, others more like punctures, and all were oozing blood. Steve had to take another deep breath, to keep from passing out. The thing had taken one last swipe at Ghost.

Steve tried to keep his voice steady. “Ghost, you’ve been scratched, again. I’m going to wash you off, and put antiseptic on it, ok? It’ll sting, but just for a second.” He went into the bathroom to get what he needed. Then, as gently as he could, he tended to the wounds. Ghost didn’t yelp, but squinched  his eyes closed.

“Guys, I don’t know what to say, or to do, now,” Steve said. “This whole thing has been crazy, and I know I need to take some time to get over it all. I have to see that Ghost gets some rest, so I’m taking him to bed, now. Y’all can stay if you want to. I’m glad y’all came out here to help us.” As he helped Ghost to his feet, he noticed his own leg was hurting from so much activity.

“Trevor, I think we should stay here tonight,” Zach said. “I don’t feel right about leaving them out here alone. Their phone is broke, and if they needed help, there wouldn’t be any way to call.” He sighed, looking at Trevor. “And, actually, I’m kinda scared to go off down that dark road, ya know?”

Trevor agreed. “I know, me neither. Guess we’ll have safety in numbers then.”

“Okay with you, Steve, if we camp out here on the couch?” Zach asked.

“Yeah, I was hoping y’all would stay,” Steve said. “Y’all don’t have to be out here on the couch, though. I’m staying in with Ghost, and y’all can have my room.”

Zach smiled. “Ok, then, it’s settled.”

“Can you see if the door will close and lock, Zach?” Steve asked.

“Sure, Steve, and let’s hope we all feel better about things in the morning.”

As Steve helped Ghost down the hall to the bedroom, Zach was able to shut the front door. He and Trevor went on into Steve’s bedroom, closing that door too.

~

Before turning out the light, Trevor and Zach sat on the bed, talking over everything that had happened. “You sure you’re okay,” Zach asked. He smoothed Trevor’s long hair back from his face. It had come loose from the ponytail he usually wore it in.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Zach. I feel like it really is over…thanks to Ghost.”

“Me too, and I hope when the house is bulldozed in the morning, that there won’t be anything else crazy going on,” Zach said.

“I think it’s just a regular, run-down house, now. A sad reminder of all that happened in there. And, I don’t need that, anymore.”

“I know, but there was some good in there, too,” Zach said. He grinned, remembering those times. “That’s where we met each other…and where we fell in love, and well…you know…”

“Yeah, I know,” Trevor said, and gave Zach a kiss. “Come to bed, Zach. I need you to hold me.”

Zach grinned, and got up to turn off the light. They snuggled down into Steve’s unfamiliar bed, and it felt a little naughty, a little erotic, to be making love in a strange bed, in a strange house, with the owner’s right in the next room. They tried to be quiet, but in their passion, it was impossible.

~

Steve had examined Ghost’s scratches more closely. There were marks both front and back, even a couple of smaller ones on his cheek. Most had stopped bleeding, now. He put a fresh t-shirt on him, then helped ease Ghost into the bed. Ghost was compliant, still a bit out of it, and let Steve do what he had to do.

“Ghost, are you feeling any better…tell me the truth, now.”

“Yeah,  I’m just so tired, and my head still hurts.” He sniffled, as tears fell from his eyes. “I was so scared, Steve. I don’t ever want to fight demons again. Don’t let me.” He sighed. “I still feel weird, too, like numb and tingly, and I can’t think good. But, I’m glad it’s over, and that I did help them like I promised.”

“Ghost, I’m sure the weird feelings will get better, I mean, go away. You just need to rest and get your energy built up again. I know I hear you saying all this, but I can’t imagine what it really must feel like, to you…what it feels like to be you. But, I swear I did see that thing, and it was evil. I’m proud of you for giving everything in your power to fight it and get rid of it.”

“Thank you, Steve. It was so hard, but guess it was worth it. Hey, now we can add Demon Destroyers to our list of shit we do…you know Vampire Slayers, and who knows what will be next,” Ghost said, and laughed. 

Steve laughed too, but mostly that Ghost was cracking a joke, and laughing at it. He closed his eyes and said a quick, silent prayer, that the angels watch over Ghost always, and for the miracle that brought Ghost into his life.

He opened his eyes to find Ghost’s deep blue eyes staring into his own. “I love you, Steve. That was a nice prayer, and I pray the same about you.”

Steve caught his breath, then hugged Ghost, being careful of the scratches. He reached over and turned out the lamp.

It was quiet in the darkened house. Then from the other bedroom, Steve and Ghost could hear Trevor and Zach. Steve nuzzled the back of Ghost’s neck, and let the pale hair cover his face, as they lay front to back. “That will be us, soon,” said Steve.

“Yeah, I’m glad they’re happy,” said Ghost.

~

During the night, the wind started blowing. A cold front had moved in, bringing a smattering of rain drops, and knocking down more dried leaves onto the house. Branches from the trees closest to the house, scraped against the roof, and a mournful whistling sound came from the back room, through a cracked window.

“What is it, Zach?”

“Just the wind. Every house has it’s own sounds at night. Don’t worry about it,” Zach said.

“Ok, I guess if they aren’t alarmed, then we shouldn’t be,” Trevor said, then went back to sleep.

Zach, however, lay awake awhile longer, just listening. The house creaked, and it seemed to grow colder in the room. He could hear Steve snoring, and Ghost kept talking in his sleep…nonsense words, from what he could make out. “Those two are a strange pair,” he thought, “but, loyal to the death, to each other.” He felt the same for Trevor, and hoped it was returned.

~

Ghost actually woke first, just as dawn was breaking. Through the trees, he could see it getting lighter, even though it was still cloudy and chilly outside. He’d made a pot of coffee, and now was wrapped in a soft blanket, out on the porch swing. Steve was still sound asleep. After a bit, the strong coffee aroma woke Trevor, and he couldn’t resist. He told Zach he was going to get some.

“Do ya think they have any juice out there?” Zach asked, still unable to drink coffee.

“I’ll check,” Trevor said. In the kitchen he poured himself a mug of the hot coffee, and looked in the refrigerator. There was a carton of orange juice, so he poured a glass for Zach.

“Oh, good, thanks,” Zach said, reaching for it. “Where’s Steve and Ghost?”

“I think Steve is still asleep, and the front door is open, so I guess Ghost is out there. I’m going outside, too. He grabbed a blanket off the bed.

“I’ll be out soon,” Zach said.

Coming out on the porch, Trevor did see Ghost, sitting in the swing. “Morning,” he said.

“Morning always comes after the stars go to sleep,” Ghost said.

“Uh, yeah I guess it does,” Trevor said, still not used to Ghost’s way of talking. “Coffee’s good.”

“Yeah, I have to have it, too,” Ghost said.

“Did you hear the wind blowing through the window, last night?” Trevor asked, trying to make conversation. He knew he himself had a hard time talking to people, but felt a connection to Ghost, in some ways, starting with the crush he had on Ghost, when they first met. So now, it was a bit awkward.

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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 # 157

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Steve got his phone, called, and listened to it ring several times. Finally, Zach answered, but he sounded half asleep. “Hello,” he asked.

“Zach, Ghost needs to talk to Trevor, put him on,” Steve said.

“Now?”

“Yeah, now…something’s happened.” Steve could hear Zach waking up Trevor, talking, and rustling.

“Yeah, I’m awake now…Ghost?” Trevor asked.

Steve handed the phone to Ghost, “Here, talk to him.”

“Ghost…what’s happened?” Trevor asked.

“Why ya wanna talk to me so bad,” Ghost asked.

“Huh? You called here,” Trevor said. “Oh, you mean the meeting you didn’t come to. I wanted to see if you were feeling weird, or had a rash or anything. I think there’s something left after the séance. Like maybe you didn’t get rid of all of them…or something?”

“Are y’all tearing down the house in the morning?” Ghost asked.

“Uh-huh, and I don’t want the bad stuff to follow me. Can you do something?”

Ghost took a breath. “Listen, Trevor, I have stuff happen on me, too, and I got scratches all over since then. And, tonight it pushed me down and made me sick, and Steve saw it. I don’t have no more water, and it’s mad about being a homeless bum, now.”

“Shit, what are we gonna do?” Trevor asked. He didn’t even think what Ghost just said was weird, and understood it all.

Just then, Ghost yelped, and threw the phone down. Trevor heard yelling, then the phone went dead.

Trevor stared at his phone, waiting to see if Ghost was still on the line. “Something just happened over there, Zach. It didn’t sound good.”

“You want to go over there?” Zach asked.

“No, but the phone went dead, and Ghost and Steve were yelling at something.”

“Get up, we’re going,” Zach said. “We may not be good friends with them, but we dragged them into this. We have to help, if we can.” They dressed quickly, and were out the door.

~

Steve had seen Ghost throw the phone, and yell. “What? What happened, Ghost?” He hadn’t seen anything.

Ghost had backed away from the phone, and was holding out his hand. “Don’t touch the phone, Steve, it burned my hand, and my ear,” he said, showing Steve the deep red burn marks on his hand. “Get me some ice or something to put on it…it’s hurting bad.”

Steve hurried to get ice. “What did Trevor say?”

“Just he has stuff going on, too. He has a rash, and well, weird feelings, and then the phone went off and burned me.” He looked at the phone, laying where it had fallen on the floor. Steve went over to it.

“No, don’t,” Ghost yelled.

Steve reached out with the toe of his boot, and scooted the phone farther away…then again. He was afraid it might bite him, like a rattlesnake, or something. Then the phone started vibrating. “Fucker!” Steve yelled, then stomped on it until it quit vibrating, and was smashed into pieces.

That gave Ghost a fit of the giggles, and he and Steve fell onto the couch, laughing until they cried.

“I think I’m going insane, Steve. this is just too much…why are we laughing? I’m not happy, I’m scared,” Ghost said. He started sobbing.

Steve wrapped his arms around him, in a protective hug, and yelled out to the room, “Leave us alone. Be gone with all of y’all fucking demons. We asked ya nice the other night, but now you made us mad, and we’re not gonna be nice any more. We’re gonna kick your ass…you hear us?”

Over in the hallway, a smoky form began to swirl around, and they could hear a low, scratchy laugh, echoing around the room, bouncing off the walls. Ghost put his hands over his ears, and screamed as loud as he could. He felt like the sound of the laughing was inside his head, and outside in the room, too.

That is when Zach and Trevor had driven up to the house, and were just about to knock on the door. They’d heard Steve yelling, and as they ran up the porch steps, heard Ghost scream. They froze, looking at each other. Trevor shuddered, and Zach rubbed his own arms, as chills broke out on them.

Zach didn’t knock, but opened the door that Steve thought he’d locked, earlier. He and Trevor came in. Ghost was on the couch, still screaming, and Steve was coming out of the kitchen, holding a gun. They jumped, as Steve fired off several shots at the dark mist in the hallway.

“Go away…you can’t scare us any more,” Steve yelled.

“Stop…stop,” Ghost screamed. “It won’t help…you’re shooting at a cloud.” They all could now see the misty form.

“What can we do to help?” Zach hollered, over the noise.

Ghost hadn’t even noticed that Zach and Trevor were in the house. Steve turned to see them, too. He looked like a wild man, his hair flying out in all directions, sweaty, and red-faced, and above all, his eyes were full of anger, and hatred for anyone who’d harm Ghost.

“You,” he looked at Trevor. “You did this. You brought the evil to us.” Steve was shaking, as he brought the gun up, pointing it at Trevor.

Zach reacted immediately, tackling Trevor to the floor. The bullet Steve fired, hit the doorframe, shattering wooden splinters all over. Ghost dove off the couch, without thinking, and knocked Steve off his feet. The gun went flying across the room.

“Get off me, Ghost, I have to kill him,” Steve said, as he wrestled around on the floor.

“Steve, stop it…they’re here to help get rid of the evil spirit,” Ghost said. He grabbed Steve’s hair, pulling hard, to turn Steve’s face toward him. “Listen to me…it’s trying to get in you…to make you do it’s evil, since it has no form. It’s using you, but you can make it stop…we all can…” He took hold of Steve’s hand, and made Steve take hold of Trevor’s hand. At this point Steve, had calmed a bit, so some of what Ghost was saying was getting through to him.

As soon as the four of them made a united circle against the demon, they heard a loud screech, slowly fading to nothing. Ghost closed his eyes and pushed as hard as he could with his thoughts, to get rid of the evil. Finally, he could feel it was gone. The others could, too. The tension eased, and they could feel the cool breeze coming through the screen door.

Ghost looked at each of them, in turn. “It’s over,” he said.

They sat there a few minutes, catching their breath. Steve broke the silence. “Oh, my God, Trevor. I think I shot at you. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…I didn’t even know what I was doing.”

Zach stared hard at Steve. “You could have killed him. That’s not ok. You can’t just say sorry, then that’s all there is to it.”

Trevor put a hand over on Zach. “Leave it be, Zach, he didn’t shoot me, so yeah, it’s ok.”

“But…”

Trevor shook his head. “Steve, that thing had ahold of all of us. I get it, and you’re right, I did stir things up, and brought it back, to only have it try to kill me, like it did my family. Only taking possession of you…to make you do it for it.” He looked down, as he rubbed his face, and sighed. “Are you ok now…it’s gone from you now?

Steve nodded. “Yeah, I think so. I don’t feel it in me anymore. And thank God I didn’t kill you on it’s behalf.”

Zach was still upset, but had seen that coming after Steve would not help things. Ghost had not said a word. He was still sitting on the floor, looking dazed.

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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.