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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 173

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 173

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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.

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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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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 # 171

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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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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.

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 # 87

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TWO  SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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“So, are y’all done traveling?” Terry asked. 


“Yeah, for awhile, anyway. I got tired of all the driving, and Ghost couldn’t handle getting on a plane, yet. Guess we needed a break from our vacation on the road.”


“Well, I’m glad you’re back. Everybody’s always asking about y’all. Kinsey let us know where you were, whenever you called. Are y’all gonna arrange some gigs at the club, now?”


“Yeah, Kinsey said we could, but we’ll probably take it easy for a little while. Ghost is putting together a book about it all. Got some good pictures, and he’s writing stuff for it. We wrote a couple of new songs, too. Just need to get them polished up,” Steve explained.


“Cool,” Terry said, “maybe me and R. J. can sit in sometime.”


“Sure, I’ll let ya know,” Steve agreed.


They continued cleaning the house. Ghost came back in, lugging his duffle bag, back-pack, and Steve’s guitar. 


“Hey, why aren’t you over here helping?” Terry asked. “It’s your house.” 


“Y’all are doing it just fine, and besides, Steve told me not to,” Ghost said, then grinned.


Terry gave Steve a look. Steve nodded and smiled. Finally, they were finished, and each grabbed a beer, taking it out to the front porch swing. Ghost was still in his bedroom, writing on his memory wall. 


“Y’all coming to the Yew, tonight?” Terry asked.


“Don’t think so,” Steve said. “I’m beat…probably stay around here. I need to feel like we’re actually home, again.”


“I hear that,” Terry said. “Oh, by the way, me and R. J. have been playing pretty regular at the club. We took on Calvin…you remember him? And a new guy in town, Zach…he does the singing. Lord knows I can’t sing very good. We’re calling ourselves Gumbo,” Terry laughed. 


“I know…sounds dumb, but anyway, the kids keep coming back to hear us. So, y’all should come check it out. We’re doing a show on Saturday.”


“So, what are y’all playing different these days?” Steve asked, a sudden mixture of curiosity and jealousy flaring up. He knew there was no reason to resent a band playing at the club, other than Lost Souls?. After all, Kinsey had to draw in customers, but still… 


“Uh, some of the old stuff, like we always did, but Zach wanted to add in some punk, and some goth sounding stuff, too. Kinda weird, but the kids seem to like it, so me and R. J. are okay with it.” Terry tipped back his beer, draining the can. 


“Oh, another thing…we hired a guy as our manager. He says he’s been in town before, and saw you and Ghost play, a long time ago. Anyway, he said something kinda strange, too…said he wasn’t here to cause you and Ghost any trouble…said you’d understand.”


Steve frowned, thinking. “Sounds weird, Terry, and I don’t like how it sounds. Maybe we will see ya on Saturday, after all.  Guess we should see what’s up.”


“Ok, then…guess I should get going; half the day’s gone already, and I haven’t even opened up shop, yet,” Terry said. “I’ll tell Kinsey y’all are back. Take it easy, man.” Terry went down the porch steps to his car. Steve watched him leave, the radio blasting as Terry went down the gravel drive out to the highway. 


Steve sat there a while longer, thinking about what Terry had said. If that new manager guy was who he thought it was, it was bad news, all around. He needed to talk to Ghost. 


When he got back inside, he found Ghost sound asleep on his bed. Steve shrugged, thinking he’d just tell him later. He thought a nap sounded good, too, so went into his own room. But, sleep was hard to come by…his mind would not stop going over and over the news he’d heard; who was this person and how did he know them. Finally he got up and paced around the house. 


The only name that came to mind, was Nothing. He was the only one left of that mangy group of vampires, except maybe Twig and Molochai, and they were useless without Zilla. He hoped Nothing had done away with the both of them, himself…that kid was better off without those two. 


Ghost had killed Zilla, plunged the jeweled dagger right in his brain…and he, himself, had killed Christian – didn’t mean to but, hey – a vampire dead is the only kind he wanted to deal with. Maybe Nothing still had a chance, being he was only half-vampire. He kind of felt sorry for him, but not enough to welcome him back into town…into their lives. And besides, Nothing had a burning passion for Ghost. Steve knew he’d kill him with his bare hands, if he ever made a move on Ghost.


And so he paced, and thought, and worried, and looked in on Ghost, to see if he was awake yet. And another thing…that other new guy in the band. Terry said his name was Zach. Never heard of him, but if he was in with Nothing, then he didn’t like him already. 


And, why would Kinsey let scumbags play in his club, anyway? Well, Kinsey didn’t know about everything that went down in New Orleans, or about Ann. He could never speak of it again, afterwards. Neither could Ghost. Didn’t want to think about it now, either, but how could he not? 


“I need to find out!” he said out loud. “I need to find out and deal with it.”


Just then, Ghost came into the living room. “Find out what, Steve?” he said as he rubbed his forehead, and ran his hand through his hair. 


“Ghost!” Steve yelled, startled. He’d not seen Ghost come in, he was so worked up. “Guess who might be in town, that we haven’t seen in a long time…that we never, ever wanted to deal with again?” he paused a second, waiting to see if Ghost would answer. 


When Ghost only shrugged, Steve said, “That fucker I said I was gonna kill if I saw him again!” 


Ghost looked confused. “I don’t know who you’re talking about. Just tell me already, I’m not in a mood for guessing games.” 


“Use your magic powers, and just go on and guess…I’ll give you a hint – it’s not a good surprise.”


Ghost squinched up his eyes and tried to think, but just couldn’t. “I can’t, Steve, my head is hurting. I can barely see, and I can’t think right now.”


“Dammit, Ghost, fine…it’s your favorite little vampire, Nothing. That’s who.”


Ghost gasped, and went to sit on the couch. He was shaking. “How…how do you know?” he asked. 


“Terry told me, well, he didn’t say it was him, but said this strange kid was in town, and he hired him as their manager. Said he knew us and wasn’t here to cause us trouble. Sound familiar? Yeah…just like last time…wasn’t here to cause us trouble, and look what happened! We both almost died, and Ann did die. Now, he’s back to finish the job. What’d’ya think of that?”


Steve was almost hyperventilating. He stopped to catch his breath. “I swear, Ghost, he’s not getting anywhere near you. I’m fixing to put an end to this…and to him…for good!”


Ghost’s head was pounding, and he held his hands over his ears to try and block out Steve’s ranting. “Stop it, Steve,” he cried. “Stop yelling. If it’s Nothing, he’s not gonna hurt us…he promised…and he saved us from Zilla, that one time.”


“God! Listen to yourself, Ghost! Don’t be taking up for a damn spawn of the devil! He’s just as evil as the others. Why can’t you see that?”


“Steve, please…I can’t even see you right now; leave it alone, leave me alone…stop yelling!” 


“Ok, fine, but it’s not over. You will see the truth!” Steve said, then stomped out the front door, slamming the screen behind him. Ghost just sat there stunned, and tried to will his head to stop hurting, and his eyesight to clear. 


He could still hear Steve stomping around outside. He laid his head back on the couch and tried to breathe evenly. That’s what he was doing when Steve finally calmed down, and came back inside. 


He looked at Ghost, sorry he’d made it worse. “Still hurting?” he asked. 


“Mmm-hmm,” Ghost murmured.


“Can you see me, yet?” 


Ghost cracked open his reddened eyes, and shook his head, no. 


“Damn, I’m sorry I got so worked up. It don’t do no good anyway.” He brought a cold, wet cloth, for Ghost to put over his eyes. 


“Steve, Nothing don’t mean nothing to me. I just feel sorry for him, ya know,” Ghost said quietly. 


“Yeah, I know, but he’s obsessed with you. And I can’t let it be.” 


“I know, but trust me Steve. I can shut him down, any time.”


“Ok, Ghost…but he better just watch himself…and get outta town, before…before…” Steve trailed off. Ghost reached out and took Steve’s hand, squeezing it. 


~

By the next morning, Ghost was feeling better, and so they worked on their new songs awhile. Ghost wrote copy for the book, to go along with his notes from the graveyards, and captioned the pictures. He’d get them printed up, soon. 


It had turned chilly and rainy, so being inside gave them the time and rest they needed to get back into a familiar routine. By night, however, they were both getting restless.


“I’m going into town, maybe have a beer, see Kinsey…ya wanna come?” asked Steve.


Ghost had a couple of stray thoughts run through his mind, so was hesitant to say yes. Steve didn’t have to be a mind reader to see what Ghost was thinking, this time…his expression said it all.


“Ghost, look…I’m not going to go looking for Nothing…really. Maybe he’ll be there, maybe not. We can’t just hide out here at the house, waiting for something to happen. It makes us look like scaredy cats…besides, he knows where we live. So, coming or not? 


“Guess so,” said Ghost. He grabbed his Army jacket. The only place to go on a Friday night in Missing Mile was the Sacred Yew or the record shop. Everything else in town closed early. They knew the club would be full – no band tonight, though – Saturday’s were band nights.



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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 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.