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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 140

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 140

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 140

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, that’s the plan,” Steve said.

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

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

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

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

“Everything, okay?” Kinsey asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, no problems here,” Zach said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you talking about?”

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s that?”

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

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

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

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

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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 # 139

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 139

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 139

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

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

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

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

“So, you weren’t listening in?”

“No, why…what did you say?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, okay,” Ghost said.

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

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

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

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

Steve laughed, “That’s easy enough.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me, too.”

~

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

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

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

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

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

“You okay?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

“How ya feeling?” Steve asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That what I heard,” Steve shrugged.

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

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

“Yeah, go on, Steve.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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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 # 138

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TWO SOULS: IN THE FIRE

# 138

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

“You getting out?” he asked Ghost.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, can y’all get out?”

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

“Careful, Trev,” Zach said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He’s ok, just stressed out.”

“Did they find out what caused the fire?”

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

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

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

“Okay, we’re ready, too, right Zach?”

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

“What’s that?” Steve asked.

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

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

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

“I never heard of it,” Steve said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are we, Trevor?” Zach asked.

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

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

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

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

~

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

 

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

***

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

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

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

warning      warning      warning      warning

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

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 137

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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Kinsey was going over some paperwork, but he knew Ghost had come into the office. He was waiting for Ghost to say something, or come on in, and was getting uncomfortable, feeling Ghost intently staring at him. His head was hurting from all the stress of what had happened to his club.

Rubbing the back of his head, he closed his eyes. He tried to clear his mind of negative thoughts, but it was impossible, with the pounding pain behind his eyes. He figured Ghost was reading his thoughts. He knew from past experience, that Ghost, being an empath and sensitive, he could feel his pain and try to take it onto himself. He hoped he wasn’t giving him his headache.

He leaned back, sighing. “What is it, Ghost? You look like you want to say something.” He motioned toward the couch, waving Ghost in. Instead of going there, he came around the desk, and knelt down in front of Kinsey.

He grabbed hold of Kinsey’s legs, and put his head in his lap, facing the wall. “I need to tell you some things, Kinsey.”

Kinsey was surprised, but stroked Ghost’s hair, that was streaming over him. “What’s the matter? Look at me.”

Ghost shook his head. “I can’t…not right now. Just listen, ok?”

Kinsey nodded, “Ok, Ghost…I’m listening.”

Ghost cleared his throat, “First, I’m sorry you have a headache. It won’t last long.” He took a deep breath. “I just want to tell you I love you. I already told Steve I love him, too, but he told me to shut up ’cause he was scared. I think I might not be here anymore, so I have to tell you, now. “

“What are you talking about…” Kinsey started, but Ghost shook his head.

“Shhh, just listen…”

Kinsey could feel Ghost’s heart beating against him, and his breath on his arm. ‘

“I feel like I did when I died, before…like I was gone…myself, my soul, was not in me…and, now I feel it again…’cause of the evil. It might…it might…” and Ghost’s tears fell, soaking into Kinsey’s pants leg. “I’m gonna try not to go…and Steve said he’d hold on, and I need you to hold on to me, too…because it wants to take me away. So I had to tell you now, just in case.” He took a shuddery breath.

“Ghost, stop…”

“Shhh…I know your secret,” Ghost said. “It’s ok, I’ve known for a long time. You wanted me real bad that night you slept over in my bed…and I came to you…but you made yourself stop, and pushed me away. It would have been ok…Steve knows I love him. We are always soul mates, forever, and he knows there’s other kinds of love, and wanting to give someone pleasure, to make them feel better. And sometimes I want to do that.” he sighed. “So, it’s ok if you have me tonight, ’cause I might be gone, later.”

Kinsey was astounded. Everything Ghost had said about him was true. He thought he’d hidden his feelings from everyone. He should have known Ghost would know. “Oh, Ghost, you’re right about it all. I am gay…one of you guys. But, I’ve kept it a secret for many years. Guess that’s why I have a soft spot for y’all. I haven’t let myself be me.

Years ago I had a true love, too, but he died a tragic death, an accident, and I vowed there would be no other.” Kinsey paused a moment, remembering. “Times were different back then. No one talked about things like they do now. You guys are so lucky, to be able to declare your love out in the open. But, it’s passed me by. I did feel a need, that night with you. I hadn’t felt that in a long time.

I could never, never act on it, Ghost. It just wouldn’t be right. I love you, Ghost, I always have, but it’s the different kind of love…you understand? If things had been different…well, look at me. I’m old enough to be your father…I feel like I am, in a way…and it would be so wrong.”

Ghost looked up into Kinsey’s eyes. “I understand, Kinsey,” he whispered.

They took a long moment, each sharing the only kind of love they would ever have…through their eyes. Ghost closed his eyes first, a few tears falling from beneath his golden lashes. He licked his lips, and took a deep breath.

Kinsey smiled, even as his heart broke, for this wounded child…and for himself, for never having had the kind of longlasting love he’d always wanted…the kind Ghost and Steve had.

“Now,” said Kinsey, “about this other stuff…you are not going anywhere. I’ll take down anyone that tries to carry you away. Do you understand that?”

“Yes, I understand, Kinsey…and thank you. I hope it doesn’t happen, and I know you’ll help me if it does.” Ghost sat back, wiping the tears from his face.

“Ok, then…” Kinsey said, “when is that lover of yours getting back? I’m starving…aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Ghost grinned.

~

And, as if right on cue, Steve came in through the back door. “Hey, I’m back, y’all,” he said, coming into the office. He saw Kinsey and Ghost still behind the desk. “What did I miss?”

“Just us talking about stuff,” Ghost said, as he got up off the floor.

“Here, grab these boxes and take them out to a table, Ghost. I’ll get us something to drink.”

As Ghost left the office, Steve looked at Kinsey, who was slightly flushed. “Ok, out with it, Kinsey.”

“Out with it?” Kinsey frowned, “out with what?”

“Dammit, Kinsey, I told Ghost not to bother you with his crazy, hocus-pocus shit. But did he listen…hell no. I can already tell he got you upset, didn’t he?” Steve shook his head.

“It’s ok, Steve. Yeah, we discussed it some. He’s really scared.”

“I know, so am I. I begged him to call it off, but you know how that went. I’m tired of talking about it, already. I’m telling Trevor we’re doing it tomorrow night. Whatever happens over there, it’s gonna be over, for good.” He went out to get the sodas, from the kitchen.

Kinsey followed, rubbing the back of his neck, again. Ghost had put the pizzas on a table, by the arcade room, and was now playing a game. Kinsey opened his coke, and swallowed a couple of Advil, in the hopes it would ease the headache pain.

“Come on, Ghost,” Steve hollered, “it’s time to eat.”

Ghost finished his game, then looked at Kinsey. “You should have let me give you a potion, but those Advil will make it better, too,” he smiled.

Kinsey’s heart lurched. He knew Ghost had not seen him take the pills. “Maybe next time,” he said.

As they ate, they kept the conversation light. All three of them were trying to ignore the serious subject that was on all their minds. “Well, thanks for the grub, guys, but I have to get back to work,” Kinsey said, getting up.

“I gotta get back to work, too,” Ghost said, as he pushed back from the table. “Gotta wash some more walls,” he said, as if it was hard labor.

Kinsey and Steve burst out laughing.

“What?” Ghost asked.

Kinsey headed back to his office, while Ghost went to the wall, and started washing. Steve cleaned up the pizza boxes, then came to see how Ghost was doing. They both scrubbed awhile longer.

“You done for today, Ghost? We need to go tell Trevor about tomorrow.”

“Why don’t ya just call him?”

“I tried a bunch of times, but he didn’t answer.

“What? Why didn’t you tell me? Nobody’s heard from them all day…something’s wrong over there.”

“Calm down, they probably slept all day. That fire kept everybody awake. I’m surprised Kinsey’s still up. We’ll go over and check on them, ok?” Steve said.

“Yeah, I’ll tell Kinsey we’re leaving,” Ghost said.

“Okay, then,” Kinsey said. “I’m going to stay over at Terry’s tonight. My room is still messed up.” He walked out the back door with them, locking up as they all left.

~

They were quiet on the drive out to Violin Road. Steve was afraid of what they’d find. Ghost was trying to block out everything…to not be open for evil to grab him.

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 136

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

“Ghost, what is it…go get dressed, we have to go.” He waited a second, but Ghost didn’t respond. “What the hell…wake up.” Steve shook Ghost’s shoulders.

This brought Ghost out of his head, for a minute. “What?”

Steve pushed him down the hall. “Get dressed, we gotta go to the club…now.”

“Why?” Ghost asked, as he slowly pulled on some jeans, and a hooded sweat shirt. “I can’t find my shoes…did you see ’em anywhere?”

“Did you hear what I said, before,” Steve asked, “that there was a fire at the club, overnight?”

“Yeah, I heard ya.” Ghost had finally found his sneakers.

“Well, why are you acting all weird? You looked like you were in a trance, or something. And, now, you’re not even worried about Kinsey?”

Ghost shrugged, “He’s okay…but, he won’t be, if Trevor and Zach stay there some more.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“It was the evil spirit that Trevor brought with him, that made the fire, but it was just to scare them.” Ghost said. “But, it liked their reaction, being scared. So, it’ll try it bigger next time. So, I’m acting weird ’cause I’m not gonna give it a reaction.”

He was nodding his head, sure of what he was telling Steve. “I’m not gonna be scared of it, ’cause it feeds on scaredness. So, you should calm down, Steve, or it’ll latch onto your scaredness, and you don’t want it to, so anyway…”  he trailed off, looking dazed.

“Fuck, I have no idea what you just said…and those words you used weren’t even real words, but I understood exactly what you were saying…and now, I’m talking crazy,” Steve said. “So, are you scared for real, or not?”

Ghost nodded, his eyes finally showing some emotion. “But, I can’t say it out loud. It knows, though.”

“Well, come on, we have to go over there. You act however you have to, but I need to check on him.”

“Yeah, guess we could go visit for awhile,” Ghost said, gliding out of the room, and out the front door.

Steve took a deep breath, and followed him. This situation gets weirder every minute…

~

They drove down the highway toward Missing Mile. Ghost was trying to write in his notebook, even though the moving car made the marker jiggle, leaving random marks on the page.

“What are you writing, now?” Steve asked.

“Oh, just the dream I had last night.”

“So, you gonna tell me about it?”

Ghost looked up from the page, “I don’t know…it seems to be not connected, but it might be.”

“Connected to what?” Steve asked.

“The fire…I saw dark clouds swirling around, and I thought it was a tornado…but, maybe it was smoke from the fire. And then you remember, Spirit saw something in our room, last night. You know they can do that. Maybe it was dark demon clouds in our room, too. I don’t know.” Ghost said.

Steve almost ran off the road, when he heard that. “What the hell, Ghost? You tell me to try and not be scared, then you scare the crap outta me. Why…why do you do that?”

“I’m just saying stuff. I didn’t mean you should be scared, Steve.”

Steve sighed, “Whatever…I just don’t want, what did you call it…dark demon clouds…in our room.”

“Me either, that’s why we have to try to get rid of them.” Ghost said.

“Well, I want to get this over with. I’m telling Zach we’re coming over tomorrow to do it.”

“Ok, I’m ready,” Ghost said.

~

They pulled up in front of the Sacred Yew. Everything on the outside looked fine. The street was quiet, as no one was out and about. As soon as they opened the door, though, they could smell the smoke, and see black soot scumming the walls and ceiling. The club floor was damp from the water from the fire hoses. They went on back to the office. As they stepped in, Kinsey nodded, but was on the phone. After a minute or two, he hung up.

“That was my insurance company. Thank goodness I had this place covered.”

“What happened, Kinsey?” Steve asked. “I mean, Terry called and said there was a fire, but…”

“Yeah, it started in the kitchen. They’re still evaluating why, or what caused it. I know everything was shut off, when I closed up. Maybe it was the wiring or something,” Kinsey said. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his face.

“We’re glad you’re okay, Kinsey,” Ghost said.

“Hell, me too. I heard the smoke alarm going off, probably three a. m. , and I was sound asleep. Thought I’d have a heart attack. Smoke was already up here in my room. I called the fire department, and ran down here, but couldn’t see a thing. The fire trucks were already here, and they busted in the door…man, those sirens and lights must have woke up the whole town,” Kinsey shook his head.

“It was the demon,” Ghost said.

“Huh?” Kinsey frowned.

“It wasn’t the wires, it was the demon that Trevor brought over here, that caused the fire.”

“What’s he going on about, Steve?” Kinsey asked.

“Nothing, just scary shit…you know how he is,” Steve said. He gave Ghost a warning look.

“But, Steve…he has to know…to not act scared, anymore.”

“I’m not scared, Ghost…just tired.”

“Well, we’re fixing the problem tomorrow night, when we do the séance,” Steve said. “Where’s Trevor and Zach, anyway?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen them since the fire,” Kinsey said.

“They’re at their house,” Ghost said. “They didn’t want to bring more trouble over here.”

“What trouble are you talking about? They didn’t start the fire.”

Ghost sighed, “It was the demon, Kinsey. The one from their house, that followed them over here. That’s the trouble.”

“Ghost, would ya stop with the demon crap…it’s a bunch of malarkey…you know it is, so stop it already. That séance is just a game people make up to scare themselves,” Kinsey said. As he looked at Ghost, into his eyes, though, he got a strange shiver. He knew Ghost was not lying. Either this stuff was real, or Ghost totally believed it was. Whichever, now Kinsey was actually getting scared.

Ghost stared at Kinsey for a minute, then shook his head to clear it. “I have to wash my wall. Where’s some rags, Kinsey?” He stood up, headed for the door.

“There’s a cleaning crew coming in later. You don’t have to do it,” Kinsey said

Ghost turned around, looking sad. “It’s my walls, and I’ll do it.

Kinsey shrugged, “Okay, then…there are some rags in the supply closet.”

Ghost went to get them, and a pail of soapy water. Kinsey looked at Steve. “What’s with him today?”

“He’s in a weird mood, Kinsey. I guess just go along for the ride, is all we can do.” He went out to help Ghost wash the walls.

Ghost was carefully wiping soot off all the writing. “Hey, Steve…good thing all this marker ink is the permanent kind.”

“Yeah, it’s staying on real good,” Steve said.

They worked side by side for a couple of hours. There was still a long way to go, but their arms were getting tired.

“We can do some more later, but I need a break,” Steve said. “Let’s go get something to eat.”

Ghost stretched, rolling his shoulders around. “Can we get pizza?”

“Sure, if that’s what you want. Guess the diner is still open. Come on, let’s go.”

“Uh, Steve…why don’t you go and bring some back…and get enough for Kinsey, too.”

“You don’t want to go?”

“No, I’m gonna go talk to Kinsey,” Ghost said.

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

“Yeah…,” Ghost looked down.

“I mean it, Ghost,” Steve said.

“I got other stuff to talk about, anyway,” Ghost said, “go get us some pizza.”

Steve raised an eyebrow, at that, but went on out to pick up a pizza for them all.

~

Ghost went into Kinsey’s office. He stood there, staying just inside the door, waiting to be invited all the way in. He had some things he wanted to tell Kinsey, but he didn’t know how to start.

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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 # 135

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“What?” Steve looked surprised. “You want me to handcuff you to the bed?”

“Not like that,” Ghost grinned. “It’s just, I might have nightmares and go walking around, or something. It feels like it…and something else, something scary…” he took a deep shuddery breath.

“I’m scared something might try to take me away tonight.” He looked up at Steve, seeing fright in his eyes, so he rushed on to get his thoughts out. “Something might just come in here, unseen, and I’ll be gone. Like maybe, not my body, but myself…my soul won’t be here anymore.” Then he couldn’t hold back his sobs.

Steve was shaking his head no, no, no… “Ghost, don’t even say stuff like that, that’s not gonna happen.”

“It does happen, Steve…and, I don’t want it to happen to me. I’m afraid to go to sleep.”

“Stop it, right now, stop saying it, Ghost, I don’t want to hear it.”

“But, I already feel it…and I know what it feels like, Steve. It’s happened before, when my soul left me behind…and this feels the same way…like I’m already half out of me already. So don’t let me go to sleep, ’cause that’s when it happens,” Ghost cried.

Steve got up from the table, to pace around the kitchen. “Ok, enough…I’m staying awake, too, to keep you awake, and to chase away any soul snatchers, ok?”

“Yeah, ok,” Ghost said, wiping his tears away. “I’m ready…go get the handcuffs.” He went into his bedroom to lay down on the bed.

Steve went into his bedroom. Bringing down a box from the closet shelf, he took out the handcuffs…the ones he’d bought, after destroying the old ones, when he had to smash Ghost’s hand to get him free. Closing his eyes, he whispered a prayer… please, don’t let this happen, please let us get through this…

Back in Ghost’s bedroom, Steve clicked the handcuffs closed around Ghost’s wrist, then onto the iron bed rail. Ghost’s eyes were wide with fright, and he was breathing fast. Steve knew this was not the time, but he couldn’t resist. “Ghost, uh…you’re, oh…never mind,” he said, his voice all husky.

“Come stay with me, Steve. Don’t let me go to sleep.”

So, Steve made sure the house was locked up, and he turned out the lights. He tried to get comfortable, laying beside Ghost, in the bed. They waited, hearing only their breathing, the cat purring, and the normal night time sounds of the house. The refrigerator hummed off and on, there was a drip from the bathroom sink faucet, and a floorboard creaked. At one point, the wind blew a tree branch against the window, making a scratching sound.

None of this bothered them…they had gone to sleep. Steve woke once during the night, from a bad dream. Not a really scary one, just weird, which left him with an odd feeling. As he’d woke up, he realized he’d been asleep, after all. He looked over at Ghost…a little afraid he’d be gone…or dead…but, Ghost was sleeping soundly, breathing slow easy breaths.

Maybe I should wake him up… but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Everything seemed fine, and he’d try to stay awake, now. “I have to stay awake to protect us, Spirit,” he whispered to the cat, as he petted the soft fur. But, even as he was thinking that, his eyes closed, and he was asleep, again.

Ghost was having his own dreams. They began quietly enough, but then seemed to change slowly into something more sinister. The images were of dark, swirling clouds, like a brewing thunderstorm. He felt he needed to hide from it, but he couldn’t run, as something was holding him back. He thrashed around in the bed, pulling at the handcuffs, and moaning random words out loud … have to get away…go…no…leave me alone…”

This woke Spirit up, and what the cat sensed in the room, with his cat’s instincts, and sensitivity, made his fur bristle, and fuzz out. He hissed at the image he saw in the dark room…a dark swirling shape, wafting and pulsing, there at the end of the bed. Then, he yowled and spit at it, and the entity slowly was absorbed back into the darkness, and was gone.

Ghost was again calm in his sleep. He and Steve slept on through the morning, past noon. Even Spirit slept through his morning feeding. Then, the tinkling sound of their cell phone ringing, woke Ghost. It was off in the living room, and wasn’t very loud, but it kept ringing for several minutes. Ghost was still in the half-awake, half-asleep state, but he realized he was still here, and alive. He was cold, though. The blankets had been tossed around, and half lay on the floor, only one covering him, the rest was piled up on Steve.

Ghost turned as best he could, pulling some over himself, and getting closer to Steve, to get warm. Spirit sat on top of them, staring and pawing to get attention. Steve stirred, as Ghost’s cold hand and feet touched him. He shivered at the sudden wake-up. For a second, he forgot how scared they’d been. Then, he turned to face Ghost.

“Ghost…you’re still here.” he said, hugging him.

“Mmphh,” Ghost could hardly breathe or say anything, being squished up against Steve’s chest. He wiggled around to get his face free. “Steve, you’re squashing me, I can’t breathe.”

Steve eased up on the hug. “You’re still here,” he grinned. “Oh, no…I think I went to sleep. I didn’t mean to.”

“Yeah, I went to sleep too. I’m glad I’m still here, but I had weird dreams…did you?”

“I don’t think so, or I can’t remember any, but I think I heard you talking once, and Spirit yowled at something.”

“Hey, kitty,” Ghost said, grabbing the cat. “What did you see that made you scared, last night?”

Spirit just licked Ghost on the nose, jumped down, and headed for the kitchen.

Steve laughed, “He’s hungry, I guess.”

He sat up in the bed, saying, “I’ll go start coffee, and feed him. You can stay here and get warm. I’m gonna turn on the heater, too.”

Ghost grinned, at that, but snuggled deeper into the blankets. He needed to be set free from the handcuffs, and hoped Steve would hurry. After a few minutes, he did come back into the bedroom.

“Ok, the cat’s eating, and the coffee is almost ready. What do you want for breakfast?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I want something simple. My stomach is kinda hurting,” Ghost said.

“Yeah, I wonder why…all that candy you had, and the beer you poured on top of it,” Steve laughed.

“Don’t remind me,” Ghost said, making a face. “Oh, can you let me loose, now, my arm is numb.” He rattled the cuffs.

“Oh, crap, sure…I forgot, just a second, I’ll get the key.” He jumped up, going to the dresser, where he’d left it. Then kneeling on the bed, he reached across Ghost, to open them.

Ghost gulped, and took a breath, as Steve’s chest was right in his face. “Why ya wanna turn on me, Steve?”

“Huh?”

“Why are you turning on me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Steve said, still fumbling with the handcuffs. They were turned at an odd angle, and he was having trouble fitting the key in. “I’m on your side all the time. I didn’t take anybody else’s side, so how can I have turned on you?”

Ghost sighed, “That’s not it, Steve…you’re turning on me, right now.”

Finally, the cuffs were off, and Ghost moved his arm down, “Ow, ow, ow, it’s tingly now,” he said shaking his hand around. Steve was still trying to figure out what Ghost was talking about. Then it came to him…Ghost had twisted the words around. “Oh…did you mean I was turning you on?” he asked.

“Yeah, that’s what I said,” Ghost grinned. “Cause you are turning on me.”

Steve laughed, “You sure have a way with words, ya know. Are you still turned on?”

Ghost thought about it a second, “No, it was just when you were hanging over me. Now, I’m just hungry.”

“Ok, then, I’ll go make something,” Steve said, shaking his head.

Ghost got up to get coffee, and then went outside to the porch swing. Spirit joined him. It was chilly, but the sun was high in the sky. He was trying to block out any thoughts of the night before.

“Hey, it’s ready, Dude, come and get it,” Steve hollered.

Ghost came to the table, seeing a bowl of what ever it was that Steve had made, in front of him. He stared at it.

“Uh, what is it?” he asked. He could feel his stomach doing slow rolls.

“It’s breakfast…eat it, it won’t kill you,” Steve said, as he dug into his own bowl of the stuff.

Ghost picked up his spoon, and stirred it around.

“Dude, what’s the matter? It’s grits; you’ve eaten that all your life.”

“Yeah, but not like this.” He took a tiny lick off the end of the spoon. “What’s this other stuff in it?”

Steve sighed, “It’s eggs…boiled eggs…and I put in some molasses for you. I didn’t put it in mine, though. That’s why mine’s still white. It should be everything you like in there. I even put in a splash of your scuppernong wine…for flavor…to give it a fruity tang.”

Ghost put his hand over his mouth and ran for the bathroom.

“You didn’t even try it,” Steve hollered.

When Ghost got back to the kitchen, looking paler than usual, he said, “Sorry, Steve…I just couldn’t.”

“Fine, you’re on your own, then, I’m finished,” Steve said, carrying his bowl to the sink.

Ghost found a jar of peanut butter and some bread.

“And, after I slaved over a hot stove…” Steve teased.

“Move over,” Ghost said, as he bumped Steve with his hip. “I need to get a knife.”

“Whatever…” Steve laughed. He got himself another cup of coffee. “I’m going outside.”

Ghost was just finishing eating, when the phone rang, again. Steve came back in, grabbed it and said, “Hello?”

“Steve, this is Terry…where the hell have y’all been? I’ve tried calling since four o’clock this morning.”

“Why…we just got up and had breakfast. Why are you calling so much?” Steve asked. “We never heard the phone ring.”

“There was a fire at Kinsey’s…after everyone left last night.”

“What? How? Was anyone hurt?” Steve paced around the living room

“Everyone’s fine, it was just a little one in the kitchen, but there was smoke everywhere, and the fire trucks came out. It was crazy, man,” Terry said.

“Okay, we’re coming in…see ya in a little while,” Steve said.

“What happened?” Ghost asked.

“Fire, over at the club. Nobody’s hurt, just a lot of smoke damage. Get ready, we’re going over there,” Steve said, as he went to get dressed.

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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 # 134

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The band members, and Trevor, convened in the dressing room. “You okay, now, Trev?” asked Zach.

“Yeah, I think so. Y’all go on and do your show; all those people are waiting.”

Terry looked at the both of them. “Well, I don’t know about the rest of you guys, but I’m mad as hell. Your boyfriend just attacked Ghost, and you think everything is okay…just like that?”

“What was that all about,” R. J. asked. “We’re friends with Steve and Ghost since forever, man. Y’all can’t come here and hurt them.”

“Wait, there’s something else going on, and we need an explanation,” Calvin said, as he paced around the room.

“Yeah, and if it’s stupid, maybe we don’t want you in the band, after all. You and him can just head on down the road,” Terry said.

Zach was trying to think what kind of explanation he could give, without saying what really was going on. Trevor just sat at the table, with his head on his arms…he had no defense.

“Guys…guys…you’re right,” Zach said, “there’s a lot going on y’all don’t know about. Ghost and Steve know what happened; they’re cool with it…”

“But, I saw Trevor…he was attacking Ghost,” R. J. said.

“But, it wasn’t really him,” Zach said, as he tried to make them understand.

Terry slammed the refrigerator door, where he’d been looking for a beer, “That’s a load of crap, and you know it,” he said.

Calvin looked over at Trevor, still not saying anything. “Hey, over there…don’t you have anything to say about why you attacked Ghost?” He threw an empty beer can at Trevor. It missed, but clattered on the floor. Trevor looked up, then.

“I got plenty to say, but…but…I can’t yet,” Trevor said, then looked over to Zach, “can I…can we?”

Just then, Kinsey came into the dressing room, “Well, what do we have here…a tea party going on? Get your butts out there on stage…now.” He meant business.

The guys all gave each other dirty looks, shuffled out to the stage, muttering under their breath. Trevor just stayed where he was.

Kinsey waited a few moments, then said, “This all has something to do with Ghost and his bloody lip, and that séance y’all are planning, doesn’t it?”

Trevor nodded, “Yes, and they all hate us now. I don’t know if we need to tell them, or what?” He looked to Kinsey for the answer.

“I don’t know what to tell y’all, anymore, Trevor. This has gone way beyond a simple parlor trick, and fun and games,” Kinsey sighed. “Come here.”

Trevor went over to Kinsey, by the door. “Go out there and show support for Zach, hold your head up, and I’ll deal with the others. Don’t say anything yet; they’ll find out soon enough, anyway.”

Trevor nodded, “Thanks, Kinsey.” He walked slowly back into the club.

Zach and the band were playing again, but there wasn’t quite the enthusiasm as before. The kids dancing didn’t seem to notice, though. Kinsey had ran out of food, and the beer supply was getting low. He figured another hour, and he’d close it down.

~

Steve and Ghost had driven home, almost in silence. Steve was trying to stay calm, but his grip on the steering wheel showed his inner turmoil. He was of half a mind to drop Ghost off at the house, then go back and kill Trevor, or if not actually kill him, make him wish he was dead. His jaw was aching from clenching and grinding his teeth. He wished he hadn’t almost stopped drinking, too. It would help, he thought, if he was blind drunk, when he killed Trevor. Then he wouldn’t remember doing it.

But that was the old Steve. He’d promised Ghost, never again would he be that out of control. He looked over at Ghost, and shook his head. He loved Ghost with all his heart, but sometimes he could be so exasperating, and stubborn, and fearless, and …oh my, God…so cute. He took a deep breath, and told himself to calm down.

Ghost was worried, too. He was really scared, for what he planned to do, and for what they all were up against. His brain felt like it would explode, with all the thoughts and visions in there. One after another, he was seeing dark entities swirling around. He’d never seen dark spirits before, and he had no idea what to do to get rid of them.

If this was going to be a test of his soul, he prayed he’d be able to prevail over evil…somehow. He was also envisioning the séance, going over what they had planned, the steps to the magic potions, and also what could go wrong. And then, the thing that took over Trevor, and tried to take over him, too…whatever it was, this evil, it was powerful.

He was feeling small and insignificant, and basically unequal to do any good, at all. Back and forth his mind went, and so fast, that he couldn’t voice it out loud. He knew Steve was angry, and worried, too. And, if he said anything, it would make it worse. But, he needed Steve’s strength to help him through this.

He’d been leaning his head on the car window, staring up at the stars, but he could feel panic starting to take him over. He reached out his hand, taking hold of Steve’s, then he slid over and lay his head in Steve’s lap, letting the shaking and the tears come.

Steve had already pulled up into their driveway, and now shut off the engine. He stroked Ghost’s hair, and held him close, for awhile. “Ghost, it’s gonna be okay,” he said, after a few minuets. “Let’s go in.” He opened the car door, helping Ghost out. They leaned on each other, as they went up the porch, and into the house. They then, collapsed onto Ghost’s bed, where Spirit joined them, purring and snuggling.

“Steve, I’m so scared,” Ghost finally said.

“I know…” Steve said, softly, but he didn’t really know.

Ghost was at a loss of how to explain it to Steve. “You don’t know, Steve, and I’m scared to tell you. I don’t want you to know how bad it is. I don’t want to know it either, but, I see it anyway,” Ghost cried out.

Steve stoked Ghost’s hair. “You have to stop it, don’t do it, it’s too dangerous, Ghost. I’m not even psychic, and I can tell something is there, in the air, or something…lurking, waiting, gathering power. It’s over all of us, already making us do things we’d never do.” He sighed. “And, who are we to try and stop evil? We’re just regular people, ya know.”

“I know, Steve, that’s why I’m scared. Everyone’s counting on me to fix it, but I don’t know how,” Ghost started sobbing.

“Oh, babe,” Steve cried, as he hugged Ghost tight. “Listen, it’s been a long crazy day, and night. We’re both crashing, and everything looks worse when we’re tired. Maybe after we get some sleep, we’ll be able to think better on it.”

Ghost sniffled, “Yeah, maybe, but how do I make my inside head go to sleep?

“I don’t know, try to think of good stuff…and we need to get washed off, and out of these clothes. I’m gonna make us some hot milk, to make us sleepy. So, go on…wash that orange shit and blood off your face, and I’ll start the milk.

Ghost nodded, getting up to go into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, he said to his reflection, “I look like crap.” He took a quick shower, then put on his sweatpants, and a t-shirt.

“Your turn,” he said to Steve, out in the kitchen.

Steve smiled, “You clean up good. Does it hurt?” He lightly touched Ghost’s lip.

“Yeah, a little,” Ghost said, but gave Steve a kiss, anyway.

“Back in a few,” Steve said. “The milk is hot, go on and get you a cup.”

Ghost poured himself a cup, then stirred in some molasses. Steve came back after a little bit, and they sat at the kitchen table, trying to settle their thoughts.

Then Ghost said, “Steve, I want you to handcuff me to the bed tonight.”

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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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Steve started moving around, dancing as best he could, to the music. The band was playing a variety of styles from punk, rock, metal, country, pop…one right after another. The dance floor was full of dancers, doing whatever moves they felt like. Everyone was laughing at how crazy they all looked in their costumes. Kinsey took a minute to just look at his club. It had never been so wild.

Steve finally had to tell Ghost he had to go sit down, again. “Help me over to a table,” he yelled in Ghost’s ear. “I’ve had enough hopping around on one leg.”

They made their way over to the side lines, finding a table to sit at, while they had a beer, and cooled off; both of them were sweaty and exhausted.

“Ghost, that was really fun, after all,” Steve said.

“I know. I’m so happy you danced with me,” Ghost grinned.

Steve reached over and ran a finger over Ghost’s cheek. “Look at that, the orange hair spray is fading all over you,” he said.

“Ha…it’s all over you, too,” Ghost said, swiping his finger over Steve’s face.

“Great, we look like a couple of melting pumpkins.”

“I don’t care, I like pumpkins,” Ghost said. “I’m gonna go get us some wet paper towels, so we can wipe it off.” He made his way through the crowd, and down the hall to the bathroom. There was already a line to get in, so he decided to go to the little one, down the far back hallway.

Not many people knew about that one, so he knew he could get in. The hall was dim, and the music was muffled a bit. He’d almost reached the door, when he felt someone touch his shoulder. He jumped, and turned around. It was Trevor.

He’d taken off his shirt, to cool off, and his hair had come out of their braids, so it streamed down his back.

“Hey, Trevor,” Ghost said, “you scared me. I was just gonna get some wet towels to cool off, and…” He stopped, looking closer at Trevor, who’d not said a word.

“Ghost…” Trevor breathed, right up in Ghost’s face.

Ghost backed up, but hit the wall. Trevor was taller, and as Ghost looked up into Trevor’s face, he knew…he knew what Trevor was wanting.

“Uh-uh, Trev…” he was saying, but he was stopped by Trevor’s mouth crushing into his. Trevor’s body pressed into him, and he felt his lip being cut open, by his broken tooth. He tasted blood. Trevor’s tongue forced it’s way into Ghost’s mouth, and his hands were everywhere. One grabbing handfuls of Ghost’s hair, and the other making it’s way into the waistband of his jeans.

Ghost kept hitting Trevor, wherever he could get a punch in, but it was doing no good…Trevor wasn’t stopping. They didn’t hear that the music had stopped.

Zach had come looking for Trevor, while the band was on a break, and he now stood there at the entrance to the hallway, staring at them.

Trevor was speaking in a low voice, “I heard you’re a whore, Ghost. I never had anyone but Zach, so I want to find out what it’s like. He said I could do it with you…so, be still.”

Ghost tried to scream, but Trevor clamped his hand over his mouth. He tried kneeing him in the crotch, and stomping on his feet, but it was impossible to get an opening, against Trevor’s vice-like grip.

As Zach came into the hallway, seeing what was happening, he’d froze for a second. Then he yelled, “Stop, let him go, Trevor.” He ran to pull him off of Ghost. He grabbed at him, and yelled some more, but it seemed Trevor was in a crazy state, like he was earlier, at the house.

R. J. had come into the hall, and as soon as he did, Zach hollered, “Go get Steve, or Terry, or somebody…hurry.” Zach was no match for pulling Trevor away, so he tried kicking his leg, as hard as he could.

“Trevor, the evil spirits got ahold of you, again. You don’t know what you’re doing. Let Ghost go.” Zach yelled, and kept on kicking.

“Go away, Zach,” Trevor growled, “you said I could have Ghost, so I am.”

“I didn’t mean it, remember. It was the house…putting words in my mouth.” He grabbed Trevor’s hair, yanking it hard, dragging Trevor away, and finally off of Ghost. That seemed to bring Trevor out of whatever hold the evil had on him. He seemed confused, now.

He looked around at Zach, then at Ghost. “What happened? What did I do? Oh, no…oh no…Zach, Ghost…I’m sorry. It wasn’t me…I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He kept backing up until he was against the opposite wall.

That’s when Terry came rushing in, and Steve was right behind him. Ghost had sank down to the floor, when Trevor was pulled away, and was now sitting with his knees pulled up, crying and wiping at his face. It was smeared with the blood, still dripping from his cut lip.

He kept staring at Trevor, his mind telling him it wasn’t Trevor who attacked him, but the evil spirit, or demon, that had followed Trevor from his house. But his heart was pounding, and aching, because he was scared of what Steve would do, and because he was hurting…he knew now, he was up against an evil he’d never knew really existed, until now.

Steve came as fast as he could, over to Ghost. “Are you ok? What did he do to you? I’ll kill him, Ghost, I swear I will.”

“Steve,” Ghost cried, pulling Steve awkwardly down to the floor. “Steve…” he grabbed him, hugging like he’d never let go. “It’s okay, I’m okay…don’t kill him.”

“But, Ghost…you have blood all over you…did he hit you?” Steve tried to get up.

“No, it wasn’t Trevor…well, all he did was kiss me real hard, and he was gonna do more, but it’s just my lip got cut. But, it wasn’t him. It was the evil spirit that got in him, and made him do it. He didn’t want to, and…”

“Stop it…stop making excuses for what he did, Ghost,” Steve said. He looked up, as Zach and Trevor walked over to them. “I told you to stay away from Ghost…now I have to kill you,” he said, dead calm, but his eyes were blazing at both Trevor and Zach.

Trevor pleaded, “It wasn’t me, Steve. I mean, I think I was taken over by that evil thing from the house.”

Steve sneered at him. “That’s a load of bullshit… you tried to rape Ghost, not five minutes ago…and you’re blaming an evil spirit made you do it? Get outta my face.” Steve scrambled up, taking a step toward Trevor.

“Wait, Steve…it’s true,” Zach said. “We even left the house and moved in here today, because it got Trevor earlier for awhile. He even tried to kill me…and not for the first time, either. We still need Ghost to help us.”

“Forget it,” Steve said, “Ghost isn’t going anywhere near that house.”

“Yes, I am, Steve,” Ghost said. He’d gotten up, and was looking determined“I will help get rid of the demon. I felt it…it was trying to get in me, too…but, we won’t let it win.” He grabbed Zach and Trevor’s hands, and squeezed. “I promise, I’ll try.”

Zach breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you…and yes, we need any help you can give. We don’t expect a miracle, but just you trying means everything.”

Trevor was nodding, “I’m so sorry, Ghost. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Steve shook his head and gritted his teeth. “Fine…whatever, Ghost. I know I can’t stop you, but, I pray to everything Holy, that it don’t get any worse.” He looked at Ghost. “I’m going home; you can stay here with these assholes, or come with me, I don’t care.”

He hobbled back down the hallway. “Outta my way,” he said, as he brushed past Terry and R. J.

“I’m going, too,” Ghost said, following Steve.

They went back through the club, where people were still partying, waiting for the band to start playing their last set. “We’re leaving,” Steve said to Kinsey, as he and Ghost went by the bar.

“What, already?” Kinsey asked, then he saw Ghost. “Hey, what happened? You ok, Ghost?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Ghost said.

“Steve, what’s going on,” Kinsey asked, looking at Steve for an answer.

“”Nothing, just a demon got hold of Trevor, and made him attack Ghost. But it’s over now…I hope.”

They left out of the back door to the club. Kinsey was confused, but didn’t have time to think about it now. There was still work to be done.

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Next part coming soon!

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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 # 132

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Everything seemed to be coming together for the big Halloween show at Kinsey’s club, the Sacred Yew.

“Okay, so are y’all ready…got your show planned, Zach?” Kinsey asked. “Terry says he’s ready, and will be over in, oh, probably another hour. And, R. J. called; he’s going to be here as soon as he can.”

“Yeah, I’m going to go over a few things, now,” Zach said. He and Trevor went over to the stage, to get started.

“Did you find our costumes, Trevor?”

“Yes, they’re in the bedroom.”

“This ought to be fun, tonight…everybody dressed up funny. I hope I can remember the words to the songs,” Zach said.

Trevor smiled…”You will, and if you forget, look at me…I’ll be right in front, and I’ll say them to you.” He hugged Zach, and they continued the preparations. When they were finished, they went upstairs to put on their costumes.

Trevor had found a red and white, checkered, western type shirt, that he paired with tight jeans, and cowboy boots. He then made two long braids of his hair, and put on a straw hat. Zach was going for a scary look. He rubbed gel into his hair, making it stick up in spikes, and wore a black leather vest, with no shirt under it. His black and gray cammo, cargo pants were tucked into heavy Army boots. Adding a black, spiked dog collar and wide black cuffs on his wrists, he was ready.

“Let’s see,” Zach said, and he and Trevor revealed their looks to each other. Then, they died laughing.  “Who the hell are you supposed to be” Zach asked, “…Willie Nelson?”

“I don’t know, just a western kind of guy, I guess…and, anyway…I thought you were gonna be scary, Dude,” Trevor laughed. “You look like a punked out biker.”

“Yeah, I kinda do, don’t I?”

They joked around a few more minutes, then went back downstairs. Terry had arrived by then, and was on the stage, setting up his drums. He did a double-take, when he saw Zach and Trevor. “Hey, y’all are cool looking,” he said.

“You are, too, man,” Zach said, nodding at how Terry’s costume was exactly right for him. Terry was in full hippy heaven…bright, tie-dyed t-shirt, bell bottom jeans, flat leather sandals, and a long leather vest with fringe on the ends. Topping it all off, he’d put on a long, ratty looking wig, with a rolled up bandana tied around his head. He had accessorized with long strands of multi-colored, beaded necklaces, and little John Lennon sunglasses.

“Yeah, this is the kind of stuff I wore, back in the day,” Terry laughed. “I mean…this is me.” He laughed and mimicked smoking a joint, then winked, “For later, Dudes, for real…dig?”

Kinsey came over, just then to see how things were progressing. “Love the looks, guys. Where’s R. J.?”

“Oh, he’ll be here,” Terry said, “he called to say he’d be here on time, and not to worry.”

They all looked toward the door, as if on cue, as R. J. did come in, his bass guitar case in hand. “Sorry guys, I had to fix a flat on my car.”

“That’s it?” Terry asked, looking at what kind of costume R. J. was wearing.

“What? Something the matter with it?” R. J. asked, looking down at his clothes.

He had on flannel pajamas, top and bottom, and fuzzy house slippers. That was all. But, the design on the outfit wasn’t even for Halloween…it was for Christmas…Santa Claus and reindeer.

Kinsey laughed, “That suits you, R. J. …I love it.” He slapped him on the back. “One hour, guys, then I open the door.”

They plugged in and tuned up, running a few tunes through the speakers. As they were doing that, Steve and Ghost arrived. They stopped in the office, to say hi to Kinsey.

“Hey, Kinsey,” Ghost bounded in, immediately taking a picture of Kinsey, at his desk.

Steve came hobbling in on his crutches and orange cast. “How’s it going, Kinsey?”

“Well, look at y’all,” Kinsey said, getting up to get a closer look at them. “I’m not sure who or what y’all are supposed to be, but ya look pretty cool.”

Ghost was prowling around the office, moving things around on the desk, and bookshelves. “Ya got any candy around here?”

Steve motioned to Kinsey, and mouthed the words, “No more candy for Ghost,” and shook his head.

Kinsey nodded and winked, “Got ‘cha. … Hey, Ghost, why does your hat say Papa?” he asked. “What’s it mean?”

“Oh, you know, one of those guys that takes pictures of celebrities, when they don’t want their picture taken…one of those Papa guys…that’s me. I’m gonna take pictures of everyone, tonight, then I’ll put them all on the wall, later, so we can remember what a good time we’re gonna have,” Ghost explained. “I thought it up all by myself, and I planned it a  long time ago…and, do you have any candy…I really need some…do I gotta say trick-or-treat first?” He stopped searching the office, waiting for Kinsey to show him where the candy was. “Oh, and Steve, well he’s …he’s…what is it you are, anyway?” Ghost rambled on and on.

“Get him out of here, Steve,” Kinsey said. “I’ve got stuff to do.”

“C’mon, Ghost, there’s pictures to be taken,” Steve said, herding Ghost out of the office, and into the club.

“Hey, we’re here…we’re here…” Ghost hollered over at the others. “don’t pay no attention, and don’t hit me, ’cause I’m a Papa.” He bounced around, snapping candid shots of Zach, Trevor, R.J. and Terry.

Trevor and Zach, laughed, and shrugged. They didn’t know what to expect, after their earlier talk with Kinsey, and the weird afternoon they’d had with Ghost.

Steve commented on everyone’s costume, then went to find a seat at the bar. “How’s it coming along?” he asked Kinsey.

“Going good. I’ll open up in a few minutes, then it’ll be a madhouse in here.”

Steve laughed, “Yeah, just the way you like it. Oh, and when we drove up, there was already a ton of people waiting to get in here. Saw some really crazy costumes, too.”

“Well, guess it’s time to let ’em in, then,” Kinsey said. He went toward the big front door of his club. He hollered over to the stage…”I’m opening the door, guys…y’all be playing in thirty minutes; give them time to get drinks and food, first.”

Terry gave him a thumbs up, as they all headed back to the dressing room.

Ghost stood in front of the door, bouncing around hollering ‘smile’, and snapping pictures as fast as he could. Everyone had on crazy outfits, and were ready to have a good time. The club filled up fast; the bar area, and tables were waiting room only, and Kinsey kept the food and drinks coming. The arcade lights on the games were flashing, and a game of pool was already heating up. There were people at the wall, reading and scribbling their thoughts, and everyone admiring each other’s costumes. The noise was already loud, and it was time for the band to start.

Ghost was still taking pictures, when Gumbo took to the stage, and Terry banged on the drums to get the first song started. R. J. and Zach began their intro, while Calvin, was still trying to get his guitar tuned. He’d come in at the last minute, making some excuse about boyfriend problems. He was wearing a Dracula outfit, looking the part in a cape, tux jacket, and top hat. He wore fake fangs with fake blood on them, which gave him trouble, as he tried to sing, spraying red drops all over himself, his guitar, and the stage.

Ghost had taken pictures of so many people, he was ready for a break, so he went to find a sandwich, and a beer, at the bar. He hopped up on a stool by Steve. “Hey, Steve…this is so much fun.”

“Yeah, everyone is having a good time.”

“What’s the matter, Steve, you don’t look like you’re having a good time,” Ghost looked closer at Steve, there in the dim light.

“Yeah, I am. I’m just tired of sitting here; my butt’s gone to sleep,” Steve said, wiggling around.

Ghost giggled, “Well get up, then.”

“Uh-huh, and get knocked over by all the people in here.”

“Sheesh, you’re being crabby,” Ghost said. He looked over at the crowd. “Nobody will knock you down…they see ya coming…watch…” He jumped down, and pulled Steve’s hand, until he got down from the barstool, too. He grabbed his crutches, just as Ghost started pushing him toward the dance floor.

“What? What’re you doing, Ghost…wait…stop… oh, no…no ya don’t…I’m not dancing out there, I can barely hobble around…Ghost, stop pushing me.” But, Ghost didn’t stop…he kept pushing Steve, and hollering to the crowd.

“Make way people, make way…Steve is gonna dance on crutches…with me.”

And, people did make way, clearing a space for him, and they began clapping and chanting, “Dance, Dance, Dance.”

Steve was embarrassed at first, to have all the attention drawn to him, but then, looking at all the happy people…people who all knew him and liked him, he began to grin, and move a little. Ghost was urging him on, dancing and flinging his hair around, grabbing his shoulders, making Steve move. Steve finally started having fun.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

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

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

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

 

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 131

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It was getting dark, as they got back to the house.

“I need to get ready to go,” Ghost said, “it’s Halloween…time to party.” He danced around the living room.

“Why are you in such a good mood, anyway?” Steve asked, watching Ghost being so hyper.

“Probably ’cause I had too much candy, today,” he said, unwrapping another piece of chocolate.

“I noticed,” Steve said. “All that we got for the kids, is gone.”

“Yeah, I did it, I did it, I ate it all,” Ghost grinned, “except this one here,” he pitched the last piece of candy to Steve.

“Go get yourself ready, then,” Steve said. “I’m going to go put on my vampire slayer shirt.”

“Okay, but I have a surprise for you, too,” Ghost screeched. “Just wait.” He danced off to his bedroom.

“Oh, my, God,” Steve muttered, shaking his head. The party hasn’t even started, and he’s all wound up…I’ll be lucky to survive this night…

“I heard that,” Ghost yelled, from the bedroom.

Steve went to his bedroom, put on his black shirt, and he was ready to go. Ghost came out, wearing his costume. Steve laughed, “You look ridiculous, and cute at the same time, but it is original, I have to say.”

Ghost had put on the old fedora, he’d gotten at the thrift store, and had stuck a large, yellow sticky label on the front of it. He’d written in black marker, the word PAPA. He also had on his Ghost Adventures t-shirt, and the hunter’s vest. Down below, he had on shredded jeans, and high-top sneakers, that he’d written on in different colored markers. He had his camera slung around his neck on a multi-colored lanyard.

“Yeah, that’s me…original,” Ghost said, turning around so Steve could get the full effect of his outfit.

“So, what’s my surprise?” Steve asked.

“Oh, I almost forgot…” Ghost ran back to the bedroom, coming back out with a can of orange colored hair spray. “Look, we’re gonna spray some stuff.”

Steve smiled, “Where’d ya get that?”

“At the store…on my way to the graveyard.”

“Well, cool…I like this surprise, Ghost…so, start spraying.”

Ghost bent down to spray Steve’s leg cast with the orange color. “Don’t worry, it washes off,” he said. Then he took strands of Steve’s black hair, making intermingled streaks. “Anything else ya want me to spray?”

“Naw, this’ll be good. What about you?”

“Yeah, go ahead…spray some in my hair, too,” Ghost said, taking off his hat.

Steve ran his hand into Ghost’s hair, picking out long strands to color. “That shows up real good…go look.”

Ghost went to look at himself in the bathroom mirror. “Hey, yeah…cool,” he hollered.

“Ya want anywhere else?”

“Yeah, maybe on the back of this vest…do a warning sign.”

“Ok, turn around,” Steve said, then sprayed a hex sign on the vest. The spray dribbled a bit on the fabric, making it look like graffiti. “There ya go. Hey, give me the camera so I can take your picture.”

Ghost posed, being silly, while Steve played along. “Work it…looking good…sexy…”

By the time Ghost had taken pictures of Steve, they were both giggling.

“Are you ready to go, then,” Steve asked.

“Yeah, it’s not a party until we get there,” Ghost laughed.

They locked up the house, and headed down the highway toward the Sacred Yew.

~

Earlier, after being freaked out at Ghost’s craziness, Zach and Trevor had left the cemetery, discussing the afternoon they’d had.

“Dude,” Trevor said, “that was just…well, I don’t know what that was…is that what happens…I mean, all the time with him? How does Steve stand it?”

“I know,” Zach said, “I never seen anything like that, and I’ve seen plenty, down in New Orleans. Oh, shit…now we got him coming over to do that hocus-pocus at your place.”

“Yeah, but Steve will be there from the start. Maybe that helps?” Trevor didn’t sound very convincing, though.

They drove up to Kinsey’s club, and banged on the back door.

“Hey, guys, y’all are way early,” Kinsey said, when he’d let them in. “What’s up?”

Zach looked hopeful, as he said, “Uh, we came early ’cause we’re taking you up on your offer. That is if it’s still okay to move in here, awhile?”

“Oh, sure, it’s fine, but what happened, now?” he looked out, seeing the car full of their belongings. “Get your stuff unloaded. The room is still there, you know where it is…up and to the left. Then you can explain,” Kinsey said. “I’ll be down in the kitchen, getting food ready for tonight.”

It took Zach and Trevor three trips, up and down the stairs, to get it all up to the room. Then, finding Kinsey making sandwiches, he said, “Get yourselves a soda, guys. Now, what’s the deal? I’m happy to let you stay here, but why now? You didn’t want to, before.”

“Yeah, I know Kinsey,” Trevor said. He cracked open the coke, and sat at the old dinette table. “It just got worse over there, last night.” He paused a moment, shaking his head. “That house is cursed. I think I finally understand. I didn’t want to think that, but it’s just too much…”

Kinsey turned from the counter, to look at Trevor. “I heard y’all were gonna get Ghost to exorcise the place…what then?”

Trevor shrugged, “We’re having it torn down, I think. Nobody else should ever live there…and if Ghost can clear out the bad stuff, at least the grounds will be ok, for later.”

“Makes sense, I guess,” Kinsey said, turning back to his preparations. “It’s just y’all need to be careful…what your messing with…I don’t know, Trevor. Ghost isn’t any kind of professional priest, or anything like that, ya know. He’s just a kid with a strange gift. I wouldn’t want any of you to get hurt.”

“We’re scared, if you want to know the truth, Kinsey,” Zach said. “We just had a weird demonstration, this morning.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ghost…he came by the house, acting weird…so then, we followed him out to the cemetery,” said Zach.

“Yeah, we spied on him,” Trevor added.

“We tried to hide, while we watched what he does out there, but he knew we were there. It was creepy, though,” Zach frowned. “He told us to come out… but, he acted like he couldn’t see us, even though he was talking to us.”

“Yeah, Kinsey,” Trevor said, “is he blind, or something? He said he couldn’t see us, but…I’m confused as hell, now. Scared us so bad, we had to call Steve. Then it was okay…sort of…” Trevor shrugged.

Kinsey sighed, blowing his breath out, across his forehead.  “Guys, it’s not my place to tell Ghost’s story…it’s very complicated. Just drop it. If he want’s to say something, someday, well, he can, but for now…I don’t know…just be careful around Ghost. I’m not saying to avoid him, but he’s unpredictable. You never know what he’s going to do…and I’ve known him since he was a little kid. That’s all I’m saying. Oh, except me and Terry are coming out there too, when y’all do that séance thing.” Kinsey looked them both in the eye. “Y’all are all so wrapped up in this haunted house business, we’re gonna be there to lend some sanity to the séance.” Kinsey was done talking about it.

“Thank you,” Zach said, relieved. “We probably need some of that.”

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