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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 179

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 179

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“We had better food and ice cream than you did, too,” Ghost said, still telling Steve about what he and Zach had done.

“Man, I should have gone with y’all, instead of over to Trevor’s house. I like the day you had,” Steve said.

“Me, too…and we might do it again someday,” Ghost said, as he gathered up his things from the table.

“So, you and Zach are buddy-buddy, now?

“What’s that?”

“Friends.”

“Oh, I guess so. He said I was fun to hang out with.”

“That’s nice…just watch him…he better not go making any moves on you,” Steve said.

Ghost shook his head. He took his things off into the living room, where he lit an incense stick, and placed the crystal on the table with the others.

“Now, y’all get along. Y’all have to live on this here table, and be friends,” Ghost said.

Steve snickered, again.

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When Zach reached his and Trevor’s house, he found Trevor sitting on the couch, just staring into space. “Hey, Trev, what’s the matter?” he asked.

“Zach, I’ve had a long day,” Trevor said, and took a deep breath.

“Why…was it that hard to keep Steve busy?”

Trevor looked at Zach, his eyes dazed. “Yeah, it was. He was suspicious from the time he got over here. I kept making up things to do…just stupid stuff. Oh, he went along with it, but every few minutes, he said he’d better go. He didn’t like leaving Ghost alone.”

“Damn, sorry Dude…thanks for doing it, though.”

“Yeah, well…how did it go with you and Ghost?” Trevor asked.

Zach smiled. “It went surprisingly well. Ghost and I went to the junk yard, and he got Steve’s old car back. It’s being repaired, right now. He’ll have it by Christmas eve. We ate lunch at this crazy Cajun restaurant, and it was really good.” He got up to go to the kitchen. Grabbing a beer for them both, he came back and sat down on the couch.

“We went to a hippie store that Ghost likes.”

“A hippie store?”

“Yeah, it’s got crystals, incense, stuff like that. Here, I’ll show you what I bought.” He brought the bag over, and pulled out his purchases. “This book tells all kinds of things about the crystals, and what they’re good for, and about herbal remedies, and a bunch of other way out there stuff.” He laughed, seeing the expression on Trevor’s face.

Trevor picked up the crystal Zach had bought. “You really going to get serious about this?”

“Well, probably not as much as Ghost, but yeah, it’s pretty interesting. I’ll try it…sure…”

“How did you and Ghost get along?”

“Oh, we hit it off, actually. He’s pretty cool…funny…and he’s a lot smarter than I gave him credit for. I know he has his brain problems, but when he’s clear headed, he’s a real decent guy,” Zach said.

“So he didn’t act crazy, today, or flip out?”

“Nope, not once…and he even told me he was trying hard not to. There was one point though, when he saw Steve’s smashed up car…he pretty much lost it. Cried for what Steve had gone through.” Zach shook his head. “That was tough.”

They sat there awhile longer, going over things they’d done that day. “Did Steve mention what he was getting Ghost for Christmas?”

“No, I didn’t bring anything up to do with Christmas, and he didn’t either. Guess we’ll find out later. And…hint, hint…what are you getting me…and what do you want?” Trevor asked.

“Uh, really, Trevor, I don’t need anything,” Zach said. “I already have you, and we got rid of that bad stuff at the old house. But, what do you want?”

“Nothing but you,” Trevor said, with a grin.

“You…you already have me,” Zach said. He pushed Trevor down on the couch, and kissed him. “And, I’m ready for you to have me right now.” He smiled, and helped Trevor up. They made their way to the bedroom, and didn’t surface again until morning.

~

Ghost had made popcorn for them, and they watched movies for awhile. Every so often, one of them would throw a piece, for Spirit to chase, which made them laugh. Ghost was in a good mood, after his shopping trip to Raleigh, and the present for Steve had been settled. Steve kept planning in his head, his secret trip to get Ghost’s gift, and every time he thought of it, he’d try to block it at the same time, so Ghost wouldn’t hear.

Finally, he had had this conflict so long, he developed a headache. “Ghost, I’m going to bed. This headache is killing me,” Steve said. “You can finish watching this movie by yourself.”

“You want some headache powder? It’s fresh.”

“Are you sure it won’t kill me?” Steve asked.

“I’m sure. I’ll go get it ready,” Ghost said, going into the kitchen to make a cup of hot tea, to put the remedy in.

Steve went to his bed, waiting for Ghost. “Don’t think, don’t think…” he kept repeating to himself.

Ghost came in, handing the cup of tea to Steve. “Don’t think about what?”

Steve had to say something to throw Ghost off. “Oh, uh…don’t think about this stuff you’re giving me,” he finally said.

Ghost gave him a look. “That’s not it, Steve, but fine…if you don’t want to tell me, then don’t. Now, drink this…all of it. You’ll feel better soon.”

“Okay,” Steve said, and took a tiny sip. “The thing is, Ghost, there’s a secret I have to keep from you…for Christmas, and I want it to be a surprise. And, it’s so hard, when you read my thoughts, and I try not to think of it, but it keeps getting my head.” He took another sip. “And, that’s why my head is hurting.”

Ghost frowned. “Steve, I’m sorry you’re having trouble with this. I’ll try not to. I don’t want to read your secrets. I don’t mean to, and I’ll try to block it out.”

“I know you don’t mean to…don’t worry about it,” Steve said. “I think tomorrow I’m going to go on my shopping trip, for your present. Then I can quit worrying about it.”

“Good…now finish drinking your tea, and go to sleep. Everything will be better in the morning. Me and Spirit will be fine while you’re gone.” He leaned over and kissed Steve. “Night…”

“Night, Ghost,” Steve said, and gulped the rest of the tea. Ghost turned out the light, and went back to the living room. The movie was still playing, but he’d lost interest in it, now. It was still fairly early…dark out, but not yet late enough for him to be sleepy. He’d never taken the nap he’d planned on earlier, but he was wide awake now, anyway.

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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 # 178

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 178

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Ghost gave Zach directions to the little new age shop in the downtown area. As Ghost pushed open the door, the smell of sweet incense greeted them. Zach looked around, wide eyed, at the shelves of brightly colored goods for sale.

“Hey, Ghost…how are you?” the owner said. “Fighting any more demons?”

“No, not today,” Ghost said. “This here is my friend, Zach. It was him and his boyfriend’s house that had the evil spirits, but we got rid of them, and now it’s gone…the house is all gone.”

She smiled, and shook Zach’s hand. “Well, hi Zach. You’ve got a real friend here, with Ghost. Don’t let him get away.”

Zach smiled, too. “You’ve got a really neat shop.”

“Y’all look around, and if you need any help, just holler,” she said.

Ghost showed Zach around the small shop, pointing out where the incense was, and the potions, books, and knick-knacks, that crowded the shelves. Going over to a display case, Ghost considered the crystals for sale.

“You gonna buy something?” Zach asked.

“Yep, I always do. I’m liking these crystals. They’re real powerful, ya know,” Ghost said.

“Well, I never thought about it before…about crystals,” Zach said, as he looked them over.

“I have a big one at home, and I have a geode. They’re on the hall table, and we smashed a vampire with the big one, one time,” Ghost said, as if it was an every day thing to do.

“Oh, yeah,” Zach said, “I think I remember y’all telling us about that. Maybe I should get one for me and Trevor. Will any of them do?”

“It depends on what you want to do with it…they all have different meanings.” Ghost pointed out one. Here’s one you could get for house protection.” It was a medium sized one. “Oh, here’s one you wear on a chain necklace. It’s a prism cut.”

“I think I’ll get them both,” Zach said. “I’m really digging this stuff.”

Ghost was enjoying showing Zach around, and telling him about all the different things…things that were so familiar to himself.  “Zach, I could go on telling you about this stuff all day. I love it all. I’ve used all these thing since I was a kid, and my grandmother showed me. But, you probably don’t want to hear me all day.”

He picked up a book from a table. “Look, here’s where it tells all about crystals, and stones, and all kinds of cool things…if you want to learn some more.”

Zach took the book, and flipped through the pages. “Yes, I’ll take this, too.” He was thinking this would be his new hobby.

Ghost smiled, at hearing Zach’s thought. “I think you’ll like it. I need to get some remedies, and oils from behind the counter.” He called to the lady, who measured out all the items Ghost mentioned. They took their selections up to the counter, and checked out, both leaving with a large bag.

“Guess we can go home, now,” Ghost said, then grinned. “Except…let’s get ice cream first.”

“Are you hungry again, already?”

No, I just want some, ’cause it’s so good, and I know this place we can get some,” Ghost said.

“Okay, let’s do it,” Zach said, as he drove off in search of the ice cream place.

They sat in the car while they ate it. “This has been a lot of fun, Ghost. I was a little nervous about it, but you, my man, are a lot of fun to hang with.”

“Really?” Ghost asked. “Well, so are you, and I was nervous, too. I thought you’d be all critical and stuffy, and go like…I have to humor Ghost so he won’t act crazy.” He grinned. “I tried real hard not to, ya know.”

Zach laughed at that statement. “I’m glad I got to know you better, Ghost. Steve’s very lucky to have you. So, you ready to roll?” He started up the car, and drove toward the highway, back to Missing Mile.

“I’m going to call Trevor…see if Steve’s still over there. We gotta sneak you back in the house,” Zach said. He made the call, and found out Steve was still there, and he’d have time to drive Ghost home, before Steve found out he’d been gone.

“I’m getting worried, Zach.”

“Why?”

“Well, Steve is going to ask me what I did all day. I don’t ever lie to him, so what do I do?”

“Well…just say the truth…” Zach said. “Say I came over to say hi, and we decided to go shopping in Raleigh…and we ate lunch. That’s the truth. And, you have the things you bought from the shop, anyway. Just leave out the car stuff we did.”

Ghost was nodding. “Yes, we did do that, and it won’t be lying at all.” He yawned, “I need a nap, now.”

“Me too,” Zach said. “I’m going to drop you off at your house, then head home and crash. We’ll have to hang out together some more, too.”

At the house, Ghost got out of the car, and they said their good-byes. He went inside, and not long after, Steve came home. Ghost was at the table, looking through his purchases, as Steve came in.

“Man, what a day,” Steve said. He came up behind Ghost, giving him a hug. “Hey, what ‘cha got there?”

“Just some things I bought at that little shop in Raleigh,” Ghost said, trying hard not to blurt out the real reason he’d been in the city.

“How did ya get there?”

“Oh, after you left this morning, Zach came by to say hi, and talk about the show and all. I asked him if he wanted to drive me to Raleigh, so I could buy stuff…so he did.” He pushed around the things on the table, rearranging them. “He bought stuff, too, and Steve…we found a real good Cajun restaurant, and we ate lunch there. You have to go, sometime.”

“Well, it sounds like you had a good time…better than I had,” Steve said, shaking his head. “I’ll tell ya, that Trevor was up to something. That furniture moving deal…that was crazy.”

“You didn’t move any?”

“Yeah, we did, but it wasn’t much. Then he kept suggesting odd things…like he wanted to draw my picture…for a comic book, of all things, and so he did. Turned out pretty good, too. Then we ordered a pizza, and he got to talking about his time in the orphanage, and foster homes.” Steve sighed. “Then he wanted to play cards…just a random bunch of stuff.”

“I think he just didn’t want to be alone, today,” Ghost said.

“Yeah, maybe that was it.” Steve looked at the group of things on the table. Holding up a small, clear envelope, he asked, “What’s this for?” Inside was a powdery substance.

“This one? Well, it says powdered willow bark, right on it,” Ghost said.

“And…what’s it for?”

“Oh, it’s for when you hurt…like a headache, or you have a sore muscle, things like that. And, you only take a pinch at a time, in some hot tea, or even just lemon water,” Ghost said.

“Oh, aspirin, then…” Steve said.

“Well, I don’t know about that, but it’s real strong, so you have to be careful,” Ghost explained.

“How can you remember all this stuff? It’s not even labeled very good.”

Ghost shrugged, “I just do. Oh, look at this…I got a crystal…for house protection.” Ghost held up the blocky gem.

Steve took it, turning it over and over, to see all sides. “Thought we already had one of these.”

“Yeah, but it’s been used a lot, already, so it’s not as effective…ya know?”

Steve snickered. “So, these things have an expiration date?”

“Stop it, Steve…gimme that back,” Ghost grabbed the stone. “Don’t laugh…it’s true, but they can get weaker. So, I have to get fully charged ones, sometimes.”

“Oh…like a battery, then?” Steve kept on teasing.

Ghost rolled his eyes, and sighed. “I guess so, since you evidently know so much about ’em.”

Steve lightly punched Ghost’s arm. “You know I’m kidding, don’t ya?”

“Um-hmm, well, anyway Zach got some too, and he was all interested in hearing me tell about this stuff. He even got a book to study.”

“Really?”

“Yep, and we got incense…see?” Ghost held up a package, and smelled it. “Here, smell…what do you think?”

Steve took a sniff, and coughed. “That, smells good,” he coughed again.

Ghost narrowed his eyes, staring at Steve, waiting for a wisecrack, but Steve thought better than to say any more.

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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 # 177

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At the counter, Zach said, “We don’t know the date, but do you have records that go back two or three years? We know the car, and who owned it.”

The clerk brought up the files on his computer. “Let’s see, here’s a list of makes and models of the cars we took in, as far back as five years,” the clerk said. “You said it was an older T-bird…what color?”

“It was blue and white,” Ghost said.

“Okay,” the clerk said, and he scrolled through the list. In a few minutes he said, “Oh, maybe this is it. Here’s the information on it. It was two and a half years ago, a classic, blue and white T-bird…owner, Steve Finn. Does that sound right?”

“That’s it,” Ghost said.

“Looks like it was totaled out, but wasn’t so bad it couldn’t be fixed up. I guess this Steve couldn’t get it done.”

“But, Steve was in the hospital for awhile and he didn’t even know what happened to his car, until a long time later,” Ghost said.

“What we want to know, is do you still have it?” Zach asked.

The clerk looked back at the screen. “I’ll check,” he said. “Oh, yeah, we do actually have it. It’s in the way back of the lot.”

“I want it…I want to buy it,” Ghost said.

“Let me do some figuring,” the clerk said. He tapped in some numbers, then stated a price. “Seeing as it’s going to need a lot of work, I can let you have it for $1,000.” He looked up at Ghost, doubtful he had the money.

Ghost didn’t hesitate. He pulled out his money, and had Zach count out the amount for him. He then proudly handed it over to the clerk.

The clerk was surprised, as it was all in cash. “This will do it,” he said, writing out a receipt.

“What now, Ghost?” Zach asked. “How do we get it fixed?”

“We can call a tow truck, and have it taken to a repair place,” Ghost said.

“That’s right. I can call one right now, if you want…and I do know a place that could do the repairs. They do a fair amount of business with us, and I never heard of any complaints,” the clerk said.

“Yes, yes, call them,” Ghost said.

While the clerk was making his calls, Ghost and Zach waited outside. “I’m kinda nervous about seeing it,” Ghost said. “I mean, it’s still smashed up, I guess…and…well, Steve was in it, and he was hurt real bad.” He looked down, frowning. “Oh, no…what if Steve don’t even want it. Maybe it has bad karma on it now?” He grabbed Zach’s arm, and looked in his eyes. “What if this is all wrong?”

“Calm down, Ghost,” Zach said. “I’m sure Steve will love it. You said it was his favorite car ever…does he still mention it sometimes?”

Ghost thought a minute. “Yeah, sometimes…sometimes he says he’d rather be driving the T-bird than the one he has now. So, ya think it’ll be ok?”

Zach nodded. “Look, I think he’ll be so surprised you did this for him, that he will love it. Y’all had some good times in that car, too…didn’t you?”

“Yeah, a lot.”

“Well, there ya go…good trumps over bad, all the time.” Zach smiled and hugged Ghost, getting excited for the project.

The tow truck pulled into the lot, and the driver talked to the clerk. They went deep into the maze of junked cars. Then, when they came out, the old blue and white T-bird was loaded onto the back. Zach didn’t think it looked too bad. He looked over at Ghost, and didn’t know what was going through his mind, but could tell there were some powerful emotions being relived, by the look on Ghost’s face.

Ghost was gripping Zach’s arm so hard, he would later find bruises. Tears were falling down Ghost’s face, and a look of extreme pain was in his eyes.

“Ghost? You gonna be okay?”

Ghost sobbed, and managed to say, “Steve was hurt so bad in there, and I didn’t even know about it. And, he was in the hospital…and I didn’t come, and he thought I didn’t care. I just didn’t know, or I would have.”

Zach put his arm around Ghost, pulling him close, and could feel the waves of pain, as Ghost broke down, crying until he was weak. Zach supported him, until he gained some control. He began, at that moment, to understand why Steve loved Ghost so very much. It was because Ghost cared…cared deeply about everything, and about everyone, and wasn’t afraid to show his empathy for other’s pain. He marveled at this person he held in his arms…the likes of which he’d never encountered before. Never mind the voo-doo  shops, and psychic readers, down in New Orleans…this was the real thing…right here.

“Ghost, it’ll be ok. Don’t worry about it,” he said, after a few minutes. “Listen, these guys need to take it to the repair shop, and get paid, and get your ok…all that kind of stuff. So, we need to follow them over there. C’mon, let’s go to the car.” He led the way, and they followed the tow truck down the road.

At the shop, Ghost was doing much better, and could concentrate on the business that had to be taken care of. He paid the truck driver, and got a detailed list of repairs to be done, to restore the car to drivable condition. He even told them to repaint it so it looked like new again.

“How soon will it be finished?” Zach asked. “He needs it before Christmas.”

They told him it would be ready in plenty of time. Ghost even paid for them to deliver it on Christmas Eve. As they left, Zach said, “That was a good idea to have it delivered, seeing as how you don’t like to drive. I was wondering how you’d get it home.”

“I know, right?” Ghost said. “I just thought of it.” He breathed a sigh of relief, now that they were back in Zach’s car, and the Christmas present for Steve had been taken care of.

~

Now that business was done, Ghost could relax a bit. He was hungry, now, so asked Zach if they could go somewhere to eat.

“Sure, we can,” Zach said. “There’s a lot of choices, here in the big city…what’cha got in mind?”

“Well, do they have any New Orleans food here? You probably miss the real thing. I know Missing Mile don’t have anything like that, and when Steve and I were down there, we sure did like the food,” Ghost said.

Zach laughed. “You’re right about that. I do miss me some gumbo and shrimp…well all that stuff. I try to make it myself, but it’s not the same. I’ll try to find a place like that, ok?” He drove around town for awhile, and did finally find a small restaurant that advertised, Cajun Cuisine. This struck them as funny, but they went in, anyway.

The place was decorated in what was supposed to be authentic New Orleans style, but Zach and Ghost couldn’t help laughing at the absurdity of it. “I could tell them a thing or two about how to decorate this place,” Zach said.

“Yeah, me too,” Ghost said, “and I only went there that one time, with Steve.”

They ordered way more than they could eat, just to try everything on the menu. The waiter kept bringing out plates of boiled crawfish, gumbo, fried shrimp, blackened catfish, red beans and rice, and ended with beginets, and coffee with chicory.

“I’m dying…my stomach hurts,” Ghost said, as he pushed away his plate.

“Me, too, but man it was good,” Zach said. “This was almost the same as the real thing. I’m glad you suggested it.”

“Yeah, I wanted to give you something you’d like, for helping me today,” Ghost said.

Zach nodded, and smiled. “Well, you sure did…thanks.”

They practically waddled out of the restaurant, still laughing about the hokey decorations. “Guess we can head home now, unless there’s something else you want to do,” Zach said. “You know this town better than I do.”

“Well, there is that shop I got the demon fighting stuff at,” Ghost said. “It’s pretty cool in there, if you want to go see.”

“Sure, tell me which way to go,” Zach said, as he pulled out of the parking lot.

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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 # 176

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After leaving Zach and Trevor’s house, Steve suggested getting some lunch over at the diner before going home. Ghost agreed, as he was hungry, too. “We haven’t been back there since that weird day before Thanksgiving. We can see if it ever got back to normal,” Ghost said.

The parking lot was full of cars, when they got there. “Hey, there’s people here, now…not like last time,” Steve said.

Inside, their favorite waitress came up, saying, “Hi, you two. Good to see y’all are back.”

“Yeah, and it’s not a time warp now,” Ghost said.

“I know,” she said, “and I heard that the strangeness was more than just here, that day. Thank goodness it didn’t last long.”

They ordered a pizza, and enjoyed watching people come and go. Sometimes they felt isolated living out on Burnt Church Road. There was a couple in the next booth, with two small children. Ghost was facing them. The kids kept peeking over the top of the seat, behind Steve, making funny faces at Ghost. He made a funny face back to them. They giggled and hid in their seat.

“What the hell are you doing?” Steve asked. He’d only seen Ghost make a face.

“Huh? Oh, nothing…” Ghost said.

The kids peeked over again, and Ghost made another face at them.

“What’s wrong with you?” Steve asked.

“Nothing, Steve…just playing with those kids behind you, that’s all.”

“Kids?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, behind you. They’re cute…look…”

Steve turned around, coming face to face with them. They hollered and ducked down, again. He shrugged and smiled at their parents.

“They like to be silly,” the mom said. “It happens all the time, so just pay no attention, and they’ll stop bothering you.”

Steve waved to them, and said hi. The kids started asking Steve questions, and laughing. “That’s enough, guys…turn around and eat your lunch,” the dad said.

Their pizza came, then, so they began to eat. “That was fun and funny,” Ghost said.

“Yeah, but I don’t know how to be around kids,” Steve said.

“Me either, but that was cool, playing with them.”

As they finished eating, and got up to leave, Ghost told them bye, and the kids kept saying bye over and over.

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When they got back home, Steve made a pot of coffee. He just wanted to relax and look through the books he’d bought. Ghost took Spirit outside in the back, to play, and he also took the phone with him. Steve didn’t notice. As the cat prowled around, Ghost made a call to Zach.

“Hey, Zach,” he said, “is the plan still in action?”

“Yep, Trevor is in a hundred percent, and will call Steve first thing in the morning. I’ll come pick you up as soon as I can, okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be here,” Ghost said. He hung up, and pocketed the phone. After a few minutes, he and Spirit came back inside. Steve was absorbed in his book, so didn’t see Ghost put the phone back down on the table. Going into his bedroom, he started reading his own books.

The afternoon was easy, and uneventful. Later in the evening, Kinsey called them. “Hey, Steve, just checking in with y’all.”

“How are thing going, Kinsey?” Steve asked.

“Great…we’re in New York City…got here this morning. Terry’s making us do the whole tourist thing…seeing all the sights. We went to a broadway show, and ate a bunch of good food. We’ll be here another day, then we’re on our way to Florida, for some deep sea fishing. Should be home a couple of days after that,” Kinsey said.

“That’s great, Kinsey. We’re fine here, just the usual. We miss y’all, though. Everyone asks about when y’all will be home.”

Kinsey laughed. “So, the town can’t do without us, huh? I love it. Well, we’ll see everyone soon enough. Got to go see some more stuff, Steve. Talk to ya later.”

“Was that Kinsey?” Ghost asked.

“Yeah, they’re still having fun. They’ll be home in a few days.”

“Good, ’cause I miss them,” Ghost said. “And, we get to have a show when they get back.”

“That’s right, and we need to plan that out a little better, too,” Steve said.

It was getting late, so they made a simple supper of sandwiches, and sat at the kitchen table. Steve went over their show plans, and plans for selling their book, and CD. Ghost knew Steve couldn’t read his mind, so kept thinking of the plan he had for the next morning. Steve was trying to keep everything else on his mind, so as not to think of his plan for Ghost’s Christmas present.

~

The next morning, Ghost was fidgety. He couldn’t sit still, couldn’t concentrate on breakfast, tv, or anything Steve wanted to talk about. He kept jumping, every time he heard a noise, thinking it was the phone call.

“What’s got you all riled up, Ghost,” Steve asked him.

“Nothing,” Ghost said, as he paced around the house.

“Well, why don’t you take that nothing, and go outside and run around…burn off some of that energy.”

So, he did, and when the phone call did come, he missed hearing it. Steve took the call, then hollered out the door, to Ghost.  “Hey, come here.”

When Ghost got to the porch, Steve said, “I just got the strangest phone call from Trevor.”

“You did?” Ghost asked. “What did he want?”

“He wanted me to come over there and help him with something. I couldn’t quite make out what, but sounded like move some furniture, or paint some furniture…I don’t know what he was going on about. He said Zach wasn’t going to be there to help, and could I come over.”

“Are you going?”

“Yeah, guess so…you want to come, too?”

Ghost pretended to be thinking about it, then said, “No, you go on. I don’t like moving furniture.”

“Well, let me get my keys. Will you be okay here by yourself for awhile?”

“Yeah, me and Spirit will be fine,” Ghost assured him.

“See ya when I get back then,” Steve said, and drove away.

A few minutes later, Zach pulled up into the driveway, and honked for Ghost to come out. He came running, and jumped in the car, all out of breath, but grinning.

Zach was laughing. “This secret stuff is kinda fun, Ghost.” He drove out on the highway toward Raleigh. “So what’s the scoop?”

“The what?” asked Ghost.

“What’s the plan? Where do we go first?”

“Oh, go to the bank. I’ll need some money.”

“You got it,” Zach said.

“You drive fast,” Ghost said, and kept cringing, when Zach passed other cars.

“Guess I do, but don’t worry, I’m a good driver.”

“Steve drives fast, too.”

“You don’t drive?”

“I can a little bit, but I don’t like to,” Ghost said.

“Hmm, I figured everyone liked to drive. Oh, here we are, the bank. Do you want me to go in, too?” Zach asked.

“No, it won’t take long,” Ghost said. He went into the bank building, and asked an employee to come help him in the safe room. He’d have to trust the person, because they’d have to count out some money for him. He didn’t really know how much he’d need, so he told them he was buying a car, and to give him however much they thought it would cost.

The employee was helpful, giving Ghost a large amount, from his and Steve’s safety deposit box.

Back in the car with Zach, Ghost told him to drive to a certain junkyard for wrecked cars.

“Ghost, I know it’s a secret for Steve, but why here?” Zach asked.

“Because, this is where they took Steve’s wrecked T-bird. I want to get it fixed for him. He loved that car,” Ghost said.

Zach smiled. “Wow, that’s a great idea,” he said.

At the junkyard, Ghost told the clerk what he wanted to do. Clearing his throat, he then said, “A long time ago, there was a wreck, and Steve’s car was brought here. It’s a T-bird, an old one, and do you still have it?”

“How long ago was this?” the clerk asked.

“I think it was…” Ghost looked to Zach for help. “Zach, do you know?”

Zach shrugged, “I never even lived here, then, Ghost. Let me see what I can find out. They have records of what was brought in, I think.”

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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.

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 175

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Steve and Ghost stayed out on the porch for a while longer, drinking their coffee, and listening to the birds out in the woods wake up. It was a nice, easy start to their day. After a bit, though they came in to fix some breakfast. Working side by side in the kitchen, they made pancakes and eggs. Remembering their conversation from the night before, Ghost asked, “Do you think the book store will be open?”

“Oh, yeah, by the time we get there, I’m sure it will be,” Steve said. So far, that was the only plan they had for the day. They were in no hurry to leave the house, though.

~

The used bookstore, there in Missing Mile, was not large, but people did come regularly to buy, sell, and trade their books. As they went inside, the owner greeted them.

“Hey, Steve…Ghost…it’s been awhile. Good to see y’all, again. Lots of new books have come in. Y’all look around.”

Steve headed for his favorite section…the novels. Ghost went browsing the shelves, too, to see what he could find. When Steve finally emerged from the stacks, with an armload of books, he took them over to the counter. He stayed there talking to the guy, while he waited for Ghost to finish.

“I see you still like these kind, Steve,” he said, picking up one of the books. “This one is good.”

Steve nodded, and said, “Yeah, I tried to get Ghost to read them, but he wouldn’t.”

The owner laughed. “Hah, that one goes for the unusual ones, I know. I keep tabs on my customer’s reading preferences. I always see Ghost head for the New Age section, then he goes to sci-fy, then he’ll look through the history type. It never fails. And you, my friend, head for the novels, and your favorite authors, first, then any books that are similar, and last, you’ll check out the biography for musicians true stories.”

Steve laughed, and agreed. “You got it just right, man.”

“I heard Kinsey and Terry are away on vacation.”

“That’s right, for another week or so,” Steve said. “They’ve been calling us to say they’re having fun.”

“Well, Terry doesn’t come in here much, but Kinsey, he’s always taking sack loads out. He reads a lot, but never trades ’em back in.”

“I know…he has them all lined up on his bookcase in his office. He never gets rid of any of them.”

Just then, Ghost came up to the counter with his selections. Taking a look, both Steve and the man laughed. “Told ya,” they both said.

“What?” asked Ghost.

“That we knew what kind you were gonna get,” said Steve.

“So…this is what I like…and look, these here ones are new. I haven’t read them before,” Ghost said.

“Um-hum, that’s the whole point of coming in here, Ghost…to get something new.”

“I know, but there’s other reasons, too,” Ghost said.

“Like what?” Steve asked.

“Well, like seeing if somebody left junk in a book, and to see if I know who had it last, and to smell the book smells, and…to say hi to you,” Ghost said, looking at the owner.

“Well, Ghost, I’m glad I was included in that list. I never thought of it that way, but you’re right.” He began ringing up their purchases, and sacking them up. “Enjoy your books, guys. See ya next time around.”

Steve and Ghost left, and sat in the car a few minutes. “What’cha wanna do now, Ghost?”

Ghost thought for a minute, then said, “I want to go see Zach. I need to ask him something.”

“Ok, we can do that,” Steve said. He started the car, and drove over to Zach and Trevor’s house. They didn’t call first, so lucked out at finding them home. Trevor answered the door, when they rang the bell, and looked surprised to see them.

“Hey, guys, come on in. Zach…look who’s here,” Trevor hollered out to the kitchen.

Zach came into the living room. “Hi, what’s up?”

“I need to talk to you, Zach,” Ghost said. “But first, I want to say I’m sorry for the other day. I was too drunk to say it then. Anyway, I didn’t ruin your house, did I?” He looked around, trying to see any wreckage.

“No, you didn’t ruin anything, Ghost. In fact, you were kinda funny. We’re just glad you’re feeling ok, today,” Zach said. “So, what do you want to talk to me about?”

Ghost grabbed Zach’s arm, and led him down the hallway to the bedroom, and closed the door.

“That was strange,” Trevor said, looking at Steve.

Steve shrugged, “Yeah, I have no idea what he’s up to.”

“Well, sit down…I guess they’ll be out in a few minutes,” Trevor said.

~

Ghost went over to the bed and sat down. Zach was still standing in the middle of the room. He’d never talked to Ghost, one on one, like this before, and was a little wary. He knew Ghost was unpredictable, and Zach was thinking to himself, that he should be ready for anything.

Ghost, of course, heard the thought. “I’m not gonna jump ya, Zach. I just want to ask ya something, and I don’t want Steve to hear.”

“Uh, sure Ghost,” Zach said, “what is it?”

Ghost sighed, “Okay, I gotta get Steve a Christmas present.” He stopped, and looked up at Zach.

Zach waited for more information. “And, what is your question?” he asked.

“Oh…how can I do that?” Ghost said.

Zach was still confused. “I’m not sure I’m following you, Ghost. What do you want me to do?”

Ghost sighed again, and tried to find the words to explain. “This is so hard…I never had to ask anybody before, and it’s not coming out right.”

Zach saw that Ghost was getting upset, and was on the verge of crying, his bottom lip quivering. He’d never dealt with someone like Ghost…he was usually so good with words, and talked all the time, and now was having so much trouble getting to the point.

“Okay, Ghost, let me see. So far, here’s what I know…you want to get Steve a Christmas present…right?”

Ghost nodded.

Zach continued, “And, you don’t know how? How to what…how to get one? What to get? How to keep it a secret? How to pay for it? How to go get it by yourself?” Zach listed all the possibilities he could think of. Looking at Ghost, he could see tears falling, and Ghost brushing them off his cheeks.

“Yeah,” Ghost whispered, “all of that.” He looked up at Zach. “Can you help me?”

Zach was moved by how vulnerable Ghost was at this moment. He could fight demons, but found it so hard to ask for help…such an enigma. He knelt down in front of Ghost, and took his hands. “Ghost, I’ll do all I can to help you…just say it.”

Ghost sniffed, “Ok, first I’ll need a ride to Raleigh. Then I have to go to the bank, and to the junkyard. I know what I want to do, and have the money. Mostly, I just need a ride, and for Steve to not find out.” Ghost talked fast now, trying to get it all out before he froze up again.

“Well, sure, I can give you a ride. When, tomorrow ok?” Zach asked.

“Yeah, but how? Steve hardly ever leaves me alone, and if I go somewhere, he gets worried.”

“I see…” Zach said. “Maybe I can ask Trevor to help distract Steve…have him come over here on some excuse or other, ya know. Or, hey, maybe Steve needs time alone to go get your secret present. This could work out ok, after all. Why don’t you ask him?”

Ghost looked confused, now. “No, I can’t. I like it better if he can come over here. That would work, and you can pick me up.”

“Okay, we’ll do that,” Zach said. “I’ll have Trevor call in the morning, and then I’ll leave here, before Steve gets here. Then, I can drive you in to Raleigh? Sound good?” He smiled, finally understanding the problem.

Ghost smiled, too, “Yeah, Zach, and I’ll pay you for your help…for gas and stuff.”

“No, you won’t, Ghost. I won’t take your money. I’d love to do this favor for you.”

That settled, they went back out to the living room. Steve and Trevor looked at them, questions on their faces.

“So, what was that all about,” Steve asked.

“Nothing, it’s all figured out,” Ghost said. “We can go now.”

“Well then, guess we’ll talk to y’all later, Trevor,” Steve said. He and Ghost left.

Zach explained everything to Trevor. Ghost said nothing about it to Steve.

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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 # 174

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Steve thought a minute. “Well, if that woman Kinsey talked to is my sister, and she contacts us, I guess I’ll meet her somewhere. I’d really like to, ya know, since it’s been so long.  But, until it actually happens, I’m gonna just do what I always do around here. Nothing’s changed,” he said.

“Okay, Steve,” Ghost said, “but, if you ever want to talk more ab0ut things like this, just let me know.”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, I don’t like remembering bad things, but I guess I should talk it out some times.” He sighed, then shrugged it off. “Well, now that we’ve checked out Terry and Kinsey’s place, I’m ready to go.”

They locked up the club, and went out to the car. “Anywhere else you have in mind to go?” Steve asked.

“No, but I’m still bored. I can’t get my mind on anything long enough to get interested in it,” Ghost said.

“I know what you mean. This town is kind of boring, and with the club closed, even less. But, I hate to drive over to Raleigh all the time,” Steve said.

“Well, why don’t we just drive around…maybe go check out the lake. We haven’t been out there in awhile,” Ghost said.

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A short time later, they were there, and got out to walk around. There were a couple of groups of people…some fishing, and some teens throwing a Frisbee around. The day had begun to warm up, after the past few days of snow.

“We gotta get a Christmas tree, Steve,” Ghost said. “I got that ornament at the thrift store a  long time ago, so I need to hang it up.”

“Oh, yeah, sure…good idea,” Steve said. “Are we going to cut one down, or just buy one at the store?”

“Let’s buy an already cut down one, ok? I don’t want to kill a tree,” Ghost said.

Steve gave him a look. “Ya know, those are killed ones too, don’t ‘cha?”

“Yeah, but somebody else did it, and we have to rescue one, and make it all pretty so it won’t be all sad.”

“Well, when you put it that way,” Steve said, and smiled at Ghost’s reasoning. “I get it. We’ll go get one soon.”

They got up from where they’d been sitting. “Damn, shouldn’t have sat on that damp grass. Now, I’m all wet,” Steve said, brushing off his pants. “You ready to go home?”

“Yeah, I’m getting cold, and I might need a nap.”

Just as the reached the car, a flock of geese flew overhead. They watched a few minutes. “Which way are they going?” Ghost asked.

“South, where it’s warmer…well warmer than here. They’ll be back in the Spring,” Steve said.

~

They were just opening their front door, when Steve’s phone rang. It was Trevor. “Hey, how’s it going?” Steve asked.

“Everything is good here,” Trevor said. “Just wanted to say thanks for coming over for dinner…and to check on Ghost. Did he survive the night?”

“Yeah, barely…he was a mess, though, and this morning was pretty rough, but he’s fine, now. We just checked on the shop and the club. All is good there, too,” Steve said. “We’re just chillin’ at the house for awhile.” They said their good-byes, and ended the call.

“They wanted to know how you’re feeling, today, Ghost,” Steve laughed. “How are you feeling, now?”

“I’m over it. I’m just tired and sleepy. I didn’t sleep  much lately.”

“Well, go on then, take a nap, I’m gonna read awhile,” Steve said.

“What ‘cha reading?”

“Oh, this one here,” Steve said, showing Ghost the paperback. “It’s a spy novel, you know…good guys chasing bad guys, and some kind of government conspiracy. It’s pretty good.”

“Oh, that kind…” Ghost said.

“Yeah, I can find you a good one to start on, if you want.”

“Oh, that’s ok, Steve…I think I’ll find something else.”

“Okay, then…I know you like history and sci-fy kinds. There should be some over there.”

Ghost went to the overstuffed bookcase. After a few minutes, he said, “We need some new books, Steve. I already read these ones. We should go to the used bookstore.”

“We could do that…maybe tomorrow,” Steve said. He settled down on the couch again, with his book.

Ghost went to his bedroom. He couldn’t get his mind to relax. He kept going over the situation of Steve’s maybe sister. Then he started thinking about Christmas trees, and what he could do about a present for Steve…and how to go off by himself to get it, when he didn’t like to drive, and Steve wouldn’t let him drive his car any more anyway. He figured it would sound stupid, to ask Steve to drive him somewhere to buy him a present. He sighed. “There’s gotta be a way…” he said to himself.

~

Steve was having trouble concentrating on his book. He kept thinking about his sisters, and whatever became of them. Then, he let himself think of his plans for Ghost’s Christmas present, from him. It had been hard trying not to think of it for so long, in case Ghost was picking up his thoughts. But now, he figured Ghost was asleep…so, he’d think of it now.

He needed to get a measurement somehow, without Ghost knowing he was doing it, and how to do that would be weird. And then, he’d have to go off shopping by himself, leaving Ghost alone here, when he knew Ghost hated to be alone, most of the time.

He listened for any sounds coming from Ghost’s bedroom. He didn’t hear anything, so thought it would be a good time to do the measuring. It would be awkward, but necessary. Quietly, he went into the bedroom. He smiled as he watched Ghost sleep. Perfect. He didn’t have a tape measure, so he’d brought a length of string to use. Sneaking over to the bed, he carefully leaned over Ghost. Reaching for Ghost’s hand, he took the measurement. Then, he couldn’t resist…he kissed the palm of Ghost’s hand. The same hand he’d smashed and broken, the day of the hurricane. He knew it still pained Ghost, sometimes…he’d see him flexing and massaging it, and the scar was still visible.

Ghost stirred, and whispered, “Steve?”

“It’s okay, Ghost…I’m just loving on you a little bit. You can go back to sleep. I’m going to sleep too.” But he was feeling wide awake, now…his breath coming faster, as he watched Ghost’s sleepy face. He was hoping Ghost would wake up some more.

“Steve? Come be with me,” Ghost whispered in his ear.

Smiling, Steve hugged Ghost, then undressed them both. Ghost had not opened his eyes, but had a sleepy smile, letting Steve do what he wanted. And, Steve wanted to kiss that face, and more. Ghost was so warm, there in the blankets, and he gave Steve warm kisses back, and more, that lazy afternoon.

~

Ghost woke early the next morning, before dawn. Having slept through most of the afternoon before, and all night, he’d had enough for awhile. He made the coffee, fed Spirit, and went out on the front porch. It was chilly, so he was wrapped in a blanket, he’d pulled off the bed. Outside, it was barely light enough to see, as the sky was just turning a rosy pink. The morning star was still shining in the east. This was Ghost’s favorite time of day. He always felt peaceful greeting the mornings.

Raising his coffee mug, he toasted the heavens…giving thanks for having Steve and Spirit in his life. He could hear Steve moving around inside, getting his own coffee, then the squeak of the old screen door, as he came out.

Steve had heard Ghost’s prayer of thanks, and he now came up behind him, giving him a hug. “That was beautiful, Ghost. Last night was beautiful, and you are beautiful…and I give thanks that you are in my life, too. I just love you, Ghost…it’s that simple,” he said, and kissed the back of Ghost’s head.

Ghost leaned back against Steve. “We’re soulmates, Steve…always and forever…forever more.”

“Yes,” Steve whispered.

The sun’s first rays beamed through the pines, just then, dazzling their eyes.

“Wow…it’s like a sign…a sign that we’re in the right place, right here together, Steve,” Ghost said.

Steve couldn’t say anything…his eyes were stinging, and a lump was in his throat.

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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 # 173

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Morning came, and Ghost was still bothered about the dream he’d had. As he and Steve were having their coffee, he did tell him what it was about. He asked, “Steve, who is Linda? I’ve heard that name before, but why?”

Steve was stunned. “Ghost…that’s my sister’s name…my oldest sister. She ran away from home when it got too bad, a long time ago. I was probably ten, that year. No one ever heard from her again. Not long after that, my mother took my next oldest sister, and left. I never saw any of them again.” He stopped, a pained look on his face at the memory.

“It was just me and my dad, and he was getting worse every day…so, when you asked me to come stay at your house, well…I never went home again. But, why would she be in a dream with Kinsey and Terry? It don’t make any sense.” He looked at Ghost, in confusion.

“I don’t know, Steve, that’s just how it came in my head,” Ghost said shrugging.

~

They went about their day, but the conversation kept nagging at them. Later Ghost asked Steve if they could go do something. “I’m bored,” he complained.

“Well, where ya wanna go?” Steve asked.

“Anywhere but here. The snow’s all melted, so we can get on the road again.”

“Why don’t we go into town, and we can check on the club and the record shop. You know, go in and look around.”

“Okay, I’ll get ready,” Ghost said.

They drove first to the record shop. Letting themselves in with the key, Steve turned on the lights.

“It’s weird in here, with Terry gone,” Ghost said.

“I know…too quiet…let’s check the club,” Steve said.

They drove over to the back parking lot of the Yew. Everything was dim and quiet over here, too. Steve went through the whole place, while Ghost wrote an entry onto the writing wall. As Steve came back downstairs, his phone rang. It was Kinsey.

“Hey, Kinsey,” Steve said, “we’re over here right now, checking on things. Everything looks good, and tell Terry the shop is ok, too.”

“That’s great, Steve,” Kinsey said.

“Where are y’all, now?”

“We just got back to our hotel…spent all day at Disneyland. Man, Terry was having a ball, and I took a lot of pictures,” Kinsey said.

“Cool, can’t wait to see them,” Steve said. “Oh, yeah…Ghost had a weird dream about y’all last night…”

Kinsey interrupted him, “Steve, there’s something I need to ask you.”

“What’s that, Kinsey?”

Kinsey paused a moment, “Well, I don’t know how to put it, but did you ever hear anything about your sister, Linda? I know she left home, shortly before your mother and your other sister left. I hate to bring this up, Steve, but…”

“Kinsey, it’s okay…” Steve said. “What’s weird is that’s what Ghost had a dream about… you, and Terry, and Linda, and Disneyland…and no, I never heard anything from any of them after they left. It was just me and my dad, and well…you know that whole situation.”

“Yeah, I always felt bad for you…about all of that, but listen…this is the really weird part,” Kinsey said, “I thought I saw someone that I’d swear was Linda, today. This woman looked a lot like you, and of course it’s been so many years, I couldn’t be sure…”

“You saw her?” Steve asked.

“Well, I thought it could be her, but see, I don’t know,” Kinsey explained. “This lady was waiting for a ride, with two kids…looked about six or seven years old, I don’t know. Anyway, I went up and said hi, and asked if she was Linda. Well, she acted funny. At first she smiled, when I said her name, then I have a feeling she recognized me…maybe. But, then she looked like she was just going to run away from me, but said her name wasn’t Linda, and I must be mistaken. I asked did she have a brother named Steve…and she looked straight at me and said no. Then she took the kids, and walked away real fast.

Now, Steve, I don’t know what to make of it, and I probably shouldn’t have, but I took her picture with my phone, as the three of them walked away,” Kinsey said. “They’re not great photos, but if you want, I’ll send them to your phone. This may not mean anything at all, ya know…just a weird encounter.”

Kinsey waited a few seconds, thinking his phone had disconnected. “Ya there, Steve? Can ya hear me?”

Steve had not said a word while Kinsey had been talking, trying to take it all in. “Yeah, I’m here,” he finally said. “Go ahead and send the pictures, Kinsey. I don’t know what to think, it’s so random, ya know. But, then that dream Ghost had last night…could be something to it.”

“It’ll take a few minutes and there’s three pictures I’m sending. Anyway, that’s all the news from us. We’re heading back east, tomorrow. Call me back if you want to talk,” Kinsey said.

~

Steve was agitated, and paced around, there in Kinsey’s office. Ghost was sitting on the couch. He’d heard Steve’s part of the conversation. “It’s her, Steve…it has to be.” he said.

“I don’t know, Ghost. It’s strange, but what if it is? What should I do about it? From what Kinsey said, she doesn’t want to be found.” He sighed, trying to calm himself. “Oh, here’s the pictures, now.”

He stared closely at the photos as he searched the woman’s features. They were not ideal, being at a distance, and only one full facing the camera. “Look, what do you think?” He gave Ghost the phone.

“That’s her, Steve. That’s her…and those little kids…they’re the same ones as in my dream. And yeah, she does kinda look like you, with the same kind of hair. I can’t see her eye color, but they are dark like yours. I’m gonna say yes. Of course, I never seen your sister before, so I can’t really know, but that’s for sure the ones I seen in my dream.” Ghost handed the phone back to Steve.

“But, what am I supposed to do about it?” Steve asked. “I mean, she said she wasn’t, and we don’t know where she lives or anything…”

“Call Kinsey back.”

Steve did call back…”Hey we looked at those pictures. It’s hard to tell, but we both see the resemblance. So, what do you think we should do? We don’t know where she went after talking to you.”

“I know, Steve, but listen…I did give her my business card, and also wrote your phone number on the back, too. Maybe she’ll contact one of us. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see. If not, well, probably wasn’t meant to be, or it really wasn’t her at all,” Kinsey said.

“Yeah, guess that’s all, just wait and see. Anyway, thanks Kinsey,” Steve said, ending the call.

He looked at Ghost, and shrugged. “We’ll have to just wait and see if she calls. If we get contacted, then I’ll deal with it. Now, though, it’s business as usual around here.”

“You don’t seem very excited…or upset about it,” Ghost said. “Why not?”

“I don’t know, guess because it’s not for sure. And truthfully, I don’t even half way remember her. I was just a little kid when she left, and so much was going on at the time…all the bad stuff, and then my mom and my other sister, Lisa, left…” he closed his eyes, as he rubbed his face.

“Ghost…it was bad. I know you’ve heard me say how it was, but that’s just something that gets deep inside ya…and, it’s all I could do to make it through. Well, I know you understand…then, I finally left to go to your house that day. I look at it like you and your grandmother pretty much saved me.” He stopped for a minute.

“Steve…” Ghost asked. “whatever happened to your dad?”

Steve sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t think you remember, ’cause it happened when you were out at the graveyard, messing around in the woods one day. I’d come in the house for something. I think your grandmother was getting us something to eat and drink. I was going to bring it back outside for us. Anyway, my dad came to the house, and Ghost…he started yelling and threatening your grandmother…about stealing me away from him. I hid in the bedroom, but I could hear him. Your grandmother was a strong, feisty lady. She let him have it right back. She told him she’d turn him in for child abuse, if he ever came back.”

Steve looked into Ghost’s eyes. “She meant it, too. Anyway, he left. That was the first time in probably five years I’d even seen him. Well, I was about sixteen then, I already had the T-bird. That was the last time I ever saw him…well, ya know…hear him. Why he pretended to care that day, I don’t know. Anyway, I was embarrassed to face your grandmother, but she came in the bedroom and saw me…a big ‘ol teenager, crying like a baby. But, she said not to worry, she’d always stick up for what was right. She gave me the biggest hug…I loved your grandmother, Ghost…”

He took a deep breath. “Anyway, some time later, maybe a year, I don’t know, she told me he’d killed himself…over in Georgia. She’d heard it from someone. I don’t know the details, but I didn’t even care. I was glad, and that was the end of it.”

Ghost was frowning. “How come I never knew any of this, Steve? You didn’t say anything about it, and neither did my grandmother. I wish I would’a known…I maybe could have helped ya feel better.”

Steve shrugged. “I don’t know…I was still embarrassed that my family was so messed up, and it was over anyway. I asked your grandmother not to say anything to you. I’m sorry, Ghost. I knew even then that it would really bother you.”

“Okay, Steve, I get it. So, now what? What are you gonna do if that lady is your long, lost sister?”

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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 # 171

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Out in the graveyard, they watched the snowflakes begin to thicken, leaving a dusting of white over the golden leaves that covered the ground.

“Steve, I’m hungry. It has to be lunch time, now. Can we go?” Ghost asked.

Steve laughed. “Yeah, it probably is, and I’m hungry, too. Come on.”

They walked back down the path to the house. Inside, they got dressed in something a little nicer than pajamas, grabbed the beer and wine, and left for Trevor and Zach’s house.

“Turn the heater on, it’s getting colder,” Ghost said, as he shivered. Driving through town, they saw that the Yew and the Whirling Disc were still standing…no problems there.

Ghost closed his eyes and tapped his forehead, while making a humming noise. Steve gave him a funny look. “What’s that for?” he asked. “You got a headache?”

His eyes still closed, Ghost said, “No, it’s me trying to see what we’re gonna have to eat.”

“Okay, tell me…what do you see?” asked Steve.

“I see a big, fat turkey, and cornbread stuffing. But he did it Cajun style, ya know, with spices and red pepper, and something else…I can’t quite get it, but it’ll be good,” Ghost said. “Then there’s pumpkin pie, but it’s from the store…and…fried okra. Oh, he’s got shrimp cocktail, too,” he said.

“Sounds different, but I’m not picky, are you?” Steve asked.

“Nope, I’m eating everything.”

They drove up into the driveway of the newly rented house. “This looks way better than that old creepy one,” Steve said.

Ghost was staring hard at the house, trying to sense any evil presence. Steve watched him for a minute. “Well?” he asked. “Is it safe to go in?”

“Yeah, I don’t sense anything bad over here.”

They got out of the car, and knocked on the front door. Trevor opened it. “Hey, guys, come on in.” He held the door open for them.

“It smells so good in here,” Ghost said.

“Y’all come on in the kitchen. Zach is being a chef today,” Trevor said.

Zach was bustling around, and said, “Hey, guys…it’ll be ready in a little while. I just have to do a few more things.”

“We brought some beer and wine,” Steve said, handing it to Trevor, who put it in the refrigerator.

“Come on, I’ll show you around,” Trevor said, and led them around the house, room by room.

“This is nice, Dude,” Steve said.

“Yeah, and no demons,” Ghost said.

Trevor laughed. “I know…we love it, and it’s so good to not be scared all the time.”

They went into the living room and got comfortable on the couch. “Y’all make yourselves at home. I’ll see if Zach needs help.”

Ghost and Steve looked around at the furniture and pictures. “It looks like a real home,” Steve said.

“Yeah, they must have gone shopping, ’cause that other place didn’t have anything in it, except that grungy mattress,” Ghost said.

“Yep, this is real nice,” Steve said. He walked over to look at some framed drawings of Trevor’s comics, that were hanging on the wall. “He draws really good.”

Trevor came back in, carrying everyone a drink. “It’ll be ready soon. So what have y’all been up to?”

“We finished our CD,” Ghost said. “It’s ready to sell at our show, when Kinsey and Terry get back.”

“That’s great, guys. So, they already left on their vacation?”

“Yeah, they were excited to go. Kinsey said he’d call us to let us know where they are, and how much fun they’re having,” Steve said.

Zach came in to let them know the food was ready to eat. Sitting at the kitchen table, they watched, as Zach carved the turkey, giving everyone as much as they wanted.

“This is so good,” Ghost said. “I love it.”

“The stuffing is great, Zach…really hot, but good,” Steve said, as he kept drinking water to cool off his mouth.

An hour later, they were finished and full, so went into the living room to hang out awhile. Steve’s phone rang, just as they sat down. It was Kinsey. “Hey, happy Thanksgiving,” he said.

“Happy Thanksgiving to you and Terry, too,” Steve said. “How’s the vacation, so far?”

“We’re having a blast. We have a great meal coming up, and we’ve been seeing the sights in Arizona,” Kinsey said.

Ghost grabbed the phone from Steve, and yelled into it. “Kinsey we’re over at Zach and Trevor’s house, and Zach cooked, and it was real good, and it’s snowing. I told Steve to not fall down again, and he didn’t…and we had an earthquake, and it disappeared people…”

“You don’t have to yell,” Kinsey said, “I can hear you just fine.” He laughed…Ghost always yelled into the phone.

Steve took back the phone, as Ghost yelled again, “Wait, wait…I wasn’t done talking.”

“Ghost, if I didn’t take this phone, you’d talk all night,” Steve said.

“Well, bye Kinsey…” Ghost yelled again.

Zach and Trevor were just sitting there staring at the two of them.

“Kinsey, we’re all fine, y’all’s places are all fine,” Steve said. “Are y’all ok? Where ya going next?”

“Yeah, we’re doing great. Saw the Grand Canyon yesterday…it was awesome. Tomorrow we’re heading to Disneyland…Terry can’t wait. Y’all sound good. I’ll talk to you later,” Kinsey said.

“Okay, have fun,” Steve said, and hung up. “They’re doing what they want to do, having fun.”

“Where they headed next?” Trevor asked.

“Disneyland…man, I can just imagine them two over there,” Steve said. They all laughed at the thought.

Ghost had gone into the kitchen and brought back his bottle of wine. “Anybody want any?” he asked, holding it up.

“No, but I’ll have a beer…anyone else?” Zach asked. He got up to get them all one.

Ghost began drinking his wine, right from the bottle. Steve watched him take a huge swallow. He was thinking this may be a long night. He could tell Ghost was already feeling good, and would be feeling even better, later…or worse…it could go either way.

Zach brought out a deck of cards. “Poker, anyone?” he asked, as he shuffled them.

Steve was non-committal, because he knew Ghost would want to play, and Zach and Trevor had never heard of Ghost’s problems with numbers. He didn’t want to call attention to it, so he hoped Zach would decide not to. But, he’d already started dealing out the cards.

“I’ll sit out,” Steve said.

“What? I planned on taking your money, dude,” Zach said.

“Yeah, well Ghost wants to play, except he don’t know this game very well, so I’ll just coach him…if that’s ok.”

“You don’t have to, Steve…you play. I’ll just watch…I don’t mind,” Ghost said.

“Well, y’all decide. I’m ready to play,” Zach said.

Steve looked at Ghost…”Go ahead and play a time or two, if you want, then I’ll jump in.”

“Well, ok…” Biting his bottom lip, he picked up his cards, and looked at them. All he could tell was they were red and black.

Trevor put a card down, then Zach. Then it was Ghost’s turn. He looked at Steve…”Which one?”

Steve considered, then pointed…”That one.”

Ghost smiled, and put it on the table. This went on through two rounds. Ghost was happy he got to play, sort of, and Zach and Trevor were none the wiser. “Ok, Steve…your turn,” he said. He got up, and asked Zach, “You got any CDs we can listen to?”

“Yeah, in that cabinet over there…play whatever you want.”

The others started another hand of the card game. Ghost kept swigging his wine, as he looked through the music selection, finally choosing an eighty’s rock band album. He put it on…loud.

“Damn, turn it down some,” Steve yelled.

Ghost did, but just a little. He was feeling tipsy, now, and he started dancing around the room, while singing along. Once, he bumped into Trevor’s chair, and almost fell down. “Sorry…sorry…” he giggled, and kept dancing around the table.

“Where’s the bathroom, Zach?” he asked, right up in Zach’s face.

Zach leaned back, and pointed down the hall. “Down there…” he said.

Ghost swerved down the hall, only bumping into the wall twice.

“Steve, he’s drunk,” Zach said.

Steve rubbed his face, “I know, man. He hardly ever drinks a lot, but when he does, it’s crazy time.”

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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 # 170

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As Steve and Ghost headed back down the sidewalk to their car, they noticed a few other people outside, now. Some kids were shooting hoops in the school yard, a car drove by, and a guy was raking leaves in his front yard. It was all normal activities for a holiday eve afternoon. In the car, Ghost was still trying to work out something.

“You know and I know there weren’t any people around earlier, and now there are, like regular…right?” Ghost said.

“Uh-huh, but I think we found out why,” Steve said. “It’s because of the Thanksgiving holiday.”

“No, not really, Steve. I heard about this other place, this other dimension place, and I think we got into one for a little bit, and now we came out of it.”

“What are you talking about?”

Ghost was nodding his head, and looking out the car windows. “It’s like the same as here, but a little bit different…at the same time. The door opened, and we went through it, even though we didn’t know it, or see it, or even mean to go through. We saw the town empty, and now we’re on the right side of the door, so it looks normal again. Ya see?” Ghost said.

“Not really, but I have heard of that. Sounds kind of hocus-pocus to me,” Steve said.

“Well, I don’t care. I think that’s what happened to us.” Ghost looked pretty positive about it, so Steve agreed with him, but had his doubts.

“Okay, mystery solved,” Steve said. “Now, another thing…Zach said for us to come over at lunch time tomorrow. We don’t have to bring anything, but I’m taking some beer, and you could take some of your wine, if you want to.”

“Yeah, let’s do that,” Ghost said. “But, if the store’s are all closed, how would we get some?”

“I’ll drive by the convenience store, surely they’ll be open.”

It was open. They both got out and went in. “Hey, guys…y’all are the only customers in here all day,” the clerk greeted them. Steve and Ghost gave each other a look.

“See…” Ghost said.

Steve rolled his eyes, “Yeah, I see…I see some beer I’m gonna buy.” He walked over to the cooler.

Ghost found his Scuppernong wine, and they met back at the counter. He started to ask the clerk about the strange day, but Steve elbowed him, and shook his head. After they were back in the car, Ghost said, “Why didn’t you let me ask him about it?”

“Because we didn’t need to get into any long conversation about it. I just want to get home,” Steve said.

~

At home they put the drinks in the refrigerator to keep cold. “I’m gonna write all this stuff down, so I won’t forget today. We’ll have a record of it,” Ghost said.

Steve smiled. “Why don’t you do that. You never know, we may need to remember it someday.”

“Yeah, I know,” Ghost said, getting out his journal. He changed into his soft jersey pants, and tie-dyed t-shirt, and got comfortable on the couch. He began writing.

Steve found the book he’d been reading, and plopped down on the couch, too. The tv was on, the volume was turned low, and they weren’t paying much attention to it, but then a news break caught their attention.

Ghost looked up. “What did they say? Turn it up, Steve.”

“Hang on, let me find the remote,” Steve said, as he felt around the couch cushions, finally finding it. He turned up the sound, and they heard the reporter interviewing a man in Raleigh. “It was the strangest thing I ever heard,” he was saying. “Early this morning, before dawn, I heard a couple of loud booms…just outta nowhere…like in the air or something. Then later, people were acting strange. At least in my neighborhood, they were.” The reporter continued the information. “It has been the same story in many communities, here in the county. Calls have been coming in all day. We haven’t received any word  yet, from NOAA officials, confirming the story of loud booms. Seismologists did record a 4.0 earthquake in central North Carolina over night, however. Stay tuned for any late breaking news.”

“Well, Ghost,” Steve said, “that’s gotta be it…the reason everything is so weird, today.” He was getting agitated about it, now.

“Yep, I knew it,” Ghost said. “I knew something was off, like not normal. That earthquake opened a crack in space, and everybody fell in through that door, and everything changed for awhile. Now it’s getting back like it was.” He started writing down all this new information.

“Well, nothing we can do about it, I guess. Just hang on and enjoy the ride of weirdness, while it lasts,” Steve said, trying to sound philosophical.

Ghost snorted. “You sound funny, Steve. I don’t know what you mean, but you sounded funny.” He laughed. He finished his writing, and went to bed.

Steve read his book a little longer, then turned off the tv and lights, and went to bed, too.

~

The next morning, was cold and gray, and a few snow flakes were falling. The predicted change in weather had arrived. Steve made breakfast, and turned on the heater. “Remind me not to fall down on the steps, again,” he told Ghost. They tried to watch the Thanksgiving parades on tv, but the reception was snowy, too.

“When are we going over to Zach’s, to eat?” Ghost asked.

“Not much longer…I mean soon,” Steve said.

~

Over at Trevor and Zach’s house, preparations for the big dinner had started early. Zach had the turkey baking, and was working on the stuffing. Trevor mostly watched. He’d not had much experience with cooking.

“Hey, Trev, put on some music. I feel like singing, and dancing while I do this,” Zach said. He pretended to be a tv chef, explaining how he did this and that. Trevor made sketches of him, in his drawing pad.

“Where did you learn to cook?” Trevor asked.

“Oh, mostly watching tv cooking shows. I was left alone most of the time, when I was a kid. We always had plenty of food in the house, but never any parents, unless they came home and got mad at me for something. So, I experimented. Then Eddy and I’d try things when I was living on my own. It’s not hard…I can show you,” Zach said.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” Trevor said.

~

Steve and Ghost continued to talk abut the earthquake. “Did you feel any shaking last night, Steve?” Ghost asked.

“No, I was asleep. I don’t think it was even big enough to feel, not unless it was right under you.”

“But the door opened all the way here, too.”

“Well, that’s just our idea.”

Ghost just gave Steve a look. “You never want to believe in these kind of things, Steve, and then later, you see it’s true.”

“I know, that’s just the way it works for me.” Steve was done talking about it, so got his guitar, and began playing a new song he was working on.

After a minute, Ghost said, “I’m going out back to the graveyard. I have to check if anybody was shaken loose.” He grabbed his Army jacket, and scarf.

“What are you gonna do if one of the old, dead guys are running around loose out there, Ghost?”

“Umm, guess I’ll tell them to go back to their coffin,”

Steve laughed. “Ghost, you’re funny. I can see Ghost chasing ghosts around the graveyard.”

Ghost shrugged. “Well, ya wanna come watch, then?”

“I’ll be out in a few minutes. You go on and get them rounded up first.”

“Okay, but don’t fall on the steps…it’s snowing,” Ghost said, as he left out the back door.

Steve watched him go through the back yard, and down the path to the cemetery. “Ghost is something else,” he thought. Getting another cup of coffee, he went back to the living room, and tried out a few more chords. It was coming together pretty good.

Ghost went around to all the grave markers…about fifty in all, checking to see if any had turned over, or had any cracks in them.

“Hey, guys…it’s me, Ghost. Is everyone ok out here?” Then he was still, listening for any voices. All he got was a peaceful sense…then, very faintly, he heard “thank you, Ghost…thank you, Ghost” several times. Ghost grinned at that. He loved it when he got an answer.

“Okay, guess everyone survived the earthquake…that’s good.” He brushed some light snow off the tops of the markers. He felt a connection to the civil war dead that were buried here.

Steve had come down to join him. He’d heard the last bit of words Ghost had spoken. This was Ghost in one of his truest forms…communicating, and empathizing with the other side, with ease.

“Hey, Ghost, everyone doing all right out here?” He came up to where Ghost was standing, putting his arm across Ghost’s shoulders. Ghost leaned his head on Steve, and nodded. “Yeah, they’re fine. I heard one say thank you. That means a lot to me, Steve. That they care that I come out here, and they’re not always feeling so alone…that they like visiting with me. I’m so glad that we live here, so close to them.”

“I know, me too,” Steve said. “Some people would be scared, living out here, but you’ve made me see there’s nothing to be afraid of…and I thank you for that.”

Ghost turned and pulled Steve’s face to his, and kissed him. “I love you, Steve, and I’m so thankful you understand me…the things I do. And even when I know you think I’m crazy, I still love you.”

Steve put his forehead onto Ghost’s, and looked into those amazing blue eyes. “Ghost, I try to understand you, and I learn more every day why I love you. And, the days you drive me crazy, are the days I fall more in love with you. It’s the best feeling in the world to know you love me back.”

Ghost sighed, contentedly. “Me, too, Steve. I feel safe and warm, with you.”

Steve started to remind Ghost of a time…that time…when Ghost did not feel safe from him, for a long time. But Ghost put his finger to Steve’s lips…”Shhh…today is all that matters, Steve.”

Steve nodded, knowing it was true.

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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 # 169

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Steve drove up and down some of the business area streets, then in the residential areas. Finally coming around to the diner, they saw that it was open.

“Thank goodness,” Steve said. “I was beginning to feel like we’re the last people on Earth, it’s so empty around here.” He half-heartedly laughed.

“Let’s go in…I need to see people,” Ghost said.

As they entered, they could see the waitress and the cook at a table, talking. They looked startled, then relieved to see Steve and Ghost come in.

“Hey, guys,” the waitress said, as she came over. “You have your choice of tables, today, and we’re glad you came in. We thought we’d never get any customers today.”

“It’s weird in this here town,” Ghost said.

“I know, right?” she said. “It’s deserted and that’s just impossible. Where is everyone? Did y’all see anyone on the way here?”

“No, even the hardware store is closed,” Steve said. “We know Terry and Kinsey left on their vacation, this morning, and we’re checking on their places, but we’ve not seen anyone else, at all.”

Shaking her head, the waitress said, “All I know is we we opened up this morning, and not a soul has come in, until ya’ll showed up…not even the regulars. I’ll tell ya, it’s weird. So what can I get for y’all?”

“I want a cheeseburger, and I don’t like it,” Ghost said.

“Huh?” Steve asked.

“What? I said what I wanted,” Ghost said.

Steve shrugged, then said, “I’ll have one of those too, please, and Ghost…what don’t you like?”

“Oh, the empty town.”

“Now it makes sense,” Steve said. “I thought you were talking about the burger.” He laughed, then looked out the big picture windows of the diner. “Ya know what, Ghost, it’s like some creepy movie, where every person was told to get out of town, except we didn’t get the message.”

“Yeah, or zoomed up by a UFO, or something,” Ghost said, getting really interested in talking about it.

Steve knew if they kept on, Ghost would have him believing any number of strange and magical stories. He loved it, though, and so threw out possibilities, just to hear Ghost run with them.

“You know that happened one time, where a UFO snatched up a town, for like a whole day, and then put them back,” Ghost said.

Steve smiled. “Where was this?”

“I think I heard it was over in Georgia…in the swamps. It was in the summer time.”

“Um-hum, and, well…did they report it when they got back?” Steve asked.

“Well, yeah, how do you think I heard about it?”

“Maybe you had a psychic revelation or something…however that works?” Steve kept on asking.

“Naw, it wasn’t that…it was on tv. I thought it was talking about a movie, but turns out it was real.” Ghost said. “They talked to the people when they came back.” He sounded pretty sure of the facts.

“How big a town was this anyway? You said everyone was beamed up?” Steve tried to keep a straight face.

“It wasn’t very big. You know how those swamp people are…they stick together in little communities. And, besides, how many could fit in a UFO? Not that many, so it would still be able to fly around. You know how it is with these things,” Ghost said.

“Uh-huh, sure do,” Steve said. “Oh, here’s our food.”

They began eating, and Steve figured the story was over, but then Ghost said, “It wasn’t a UFO that got Missing Mile, though.”

“Really, how do you know that?” Steve asked.

Ghost gulped down some of his coke, taking a minute to look out the window. “Ya see that out there…the misty, fog stuff?”

“Yeah, so what? There’s some cold, rainy weather moving in. That’s what I heard,” Steve said.

Ghost shook his head. “No, they don’t really know, over in Raleigh, what’s gonna happen here. And, it already did, anyway, early this morning.” He narrowed his eyes, still looking out the window.

“What did?” asked Steve.

“The fog. It’s just a pretend fog, Steve. It’s just now creeping it’s way over to this street. See?” Ghost shivered.

“Is that bad?” Steve asked, actually getting a little creeped out now.

“Yeah, ’cause it gets in everywhere…in the doors, and windows, and through the little cracks and stuff. And, whatever it touches, like living, breathing things, it disappears them.” Ghost was getting nervous, now. He stood up, wringing his hands.

“Sit down, Ghost…you’re scaring me,” Steve said.

Ghost gave him a look. “Well, you should be. Where’s the waitress? We need to seal up this place, before it comes in,” Ghost said. He went to find her.

They came back, holding a roll of duct tape. “Steve, Ghost insists we tape up the windows and doors, before the fog gets in,” the waitress said, looking worried.

Steve gave Ghost a look. “It’s time to stop, now. That was a cool story, but you know it’s not real. You just made it up, for fun.”

Ghost seemed to be still in his fantasy world, for a minute, then shook his head, and took a big breath. “Guess so, Steve, but I think it was real to me, and it could happen. I mean, everyone is still gone away.”

“Well, maybe, but not today. I’m sure people are in their houses, as usual,” Steve said.

The waitress, sighed. “Okay, guess we don’t have to use the tape then, huh?” She looked relieved, as she went back to work.

Ghost sat back down. “Ya sure it isn’t real, Steve?”

“I’m sure…but I loved the story you told. I was getting a little scared there, myself.”

“Yeah, me too,” Ghost said.

Steve wasn’t sure if Ghost was still kidding, or had truly believed the story. All he knew, was he wouldn’t look at fog again in the same way.

“So, where is everybody, then,” Ghost asked.

“I don’t know. I’m going to call Zach, and see if he knows anything about it,” Steve said. He dialed the number.

“Hello?” Zach answered.

“Hey, Zach, are y’all at home?”

“No, we’re in Raleigh, at the grocery store. Why…what’s going on?” Zach asked.

“Well, we’re at the diner, and it’s just us and the waitress and the cook…and the whole town looks empty. It’s just weird, ya know,” Steve said. “What time did y’all leave? Did you notice anything going on?”

Zach took a minute to think. “We’ve been here a couple of hours. I didn’t see anyone around, when we left. I don’t know what’s going on, but we’ll be back home pretty soon. Oh, and we want you and Ghost to come over tomorrow around noon. Does that sound ok?”

“Yeah, we’ll be there. I think Ghost and I are gonna hang around here, see if we can find anyone,” Steve said, ending the call.

“Well, Zach and Trevor are in Raleigh, so they didn’t disappear,” Steve said.

“I know, let’s go knocking on doors, and see if anybody answers,” Ghost said.

“Like what, just random houses?”

“Yeah, why not?” Ghost got up, ready to go.

Steve shrugged. “Sounds crazy, but we might as well.” He paid their bill for the food, and they left.

“Okay, Ghost, you lead the way…pick a house,” Steve said.

Ghost looked around at the nearby houses.

“Why can’t you use your special senses to find out what’s going on?” Steve asked.

“I did…that’s how I knew it was weird, but it didn’t say why.”

They’d been walking up the block, and chose a house with Thanksgiving decorations in the yard, and a fall wreath on the door. Ghost rang the doorbell. They could hear a tv on inside, and then the door opened. It was a middle-aged woman, who answered, and they could see a couple of teens inside, watching a movie.

“Can I help you?” the woman asked.

“You didn’t disappear?” Ghost asked.

“What?” she asked, confused.

Steve cleared his throat. “Sorry, we just wondered where everybody is. The town is sort of empty today. Thought maybe you’d heard something about it.”

“Oh, we’re home, and the kids are out of school for the holiday. I expect most people are inside getting ready for tomorrow,” she said.

“Yeah, probably. Well, thank you,” Steve said, as he and Ghost left down the sidewalk.

“That’s all it is then, Ghost. The stores are closed, and everyone is cooking and stuff.”

“Yeah, guess so, but it’s still weird,” Ghost said. “There’s something else, like a puzzle piece, that I’m not quite getting.”

“Well, you keep thinking about it then,” Steve said.

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