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Wednesday, February 10, 2016


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Kinsey jumped up from his chair, when he saw Steve and Ghost come into the office. A big smile creased his face.

"Hey, Kinsey," Ghost said, "we're here. Surprise!" He ran over to give Kinsey a hug. "We have another surprise, too."

Kinsey was taking it all in. His quiet office had suddenly become a noisy, people filled room. It felt like a party, already. Stevie and Mandy were running around hollering, and Linda was shushing them. Melody was hanging back, trying to be inconspicuous, and Ghost was babbling on and on, whether anyone was listening, or not. Steve just leaned against the wall, smiling, but looking tired.

"Well, Steve, you got 'em all back, safe and sound," Kinsey said.

"Um-hmm, and it wasn't easy," Steve said, and sighed.

"Yeah, I can imagine," Kinsey said. "You look beat."

Steve nodded. "I think I need to sleep for about a year, then maybe I'll feel ok."

Kinsey watched the kids for a minute. "What's the story...Ghost's face? What happened?" He really looked at the black eye and swollen mouth.

"A freak accident," Steve said. He didn't want to get into it right now. He knew Kinsey would never fully trust him again, anyway. No need to go into details at this point.

"Ok..." Kinsey said, as he raised his eyebrows. "Then, who's the girl? She looks the spitting image of Ghost."

Nodding, Steve said, "I'll let Ghost tell ya. Hey, Ghost, c'mere," he said, getting Ghost's attention. "You gotta introduce Kinsey to..."

"Oh yeah," Ghost said. He ran over to the couch, where Melody was sitting with Linda. Kinsey and Steve moved a little closer. "You gotta actually meet Kinsey," he said, grabbing Melody's hand, helping her up. "Kinsey, this here is Melody, my sister." He laughed. "We found her, and we didn't even know we was looking for her."

"Well, what do ya know. Nice to meet you, Melody. I'm Kinsey."

"Hey, Kinsey," Melody said, a bit shy now. "It was a big surprise to me, too."

Shaking his head, Kinsey said, "I'm trying to wrap my head around it. Sorry if I stare, but you two are so much alike."

"That's 'cause we're twins, Kinsey," Ghost said. "We're supposed to look alike"

Kinsey laughed. "You're right, and you've got to tell me the whole story. It's amazing. I mean, nobody knew."

"We'll tell ya everything, but right now we need to get Linda, Melody, and the kids settled in," Steve said.

"Of course. Her room is ready and waiting, and it's no problem opening up one for Melody," Kinsey said.

"Thanks, man," Steve said. "You want...I mean, how much, well, all the stuff in the U-Haul. What should we do with it for now?"

"Oh, well, bring in what you want. We'll put it in the other empty rooms for now. I was just thinking of what they need for today, or the next few days?" Kinsey looked at Linda.

"We can do that," Linda said, "but, Steve, don't you have to turn in the U-Haul soon?"

"Yeah, but not today. Why don't you tell me what you want out of there, for now. The rest can be situated tomorrow."

Linda named off several things she and the kids would need right away, and Melody did the same for herself. Some items were from the U-Haul, some were from the van.

"Come on, Ghost, let's start hauling it in." They all went outside, and began unloading. Even Stevie and Mandy were helping, by bringing in their toys.

Trudging up and down the stairs a few times got most of the essentials. "That's enough for now," Linda said, as she and the others went into the office, collapsing into chairs and the onto the couch. Kinsey brought in cold beer, and cokes for everyone.

"This is so nice of you, Kinsey, to let me stay here," Melody said. "I plan on getting a job. I don't want to be a free-loader."

"Aww, don't worry about it...take your time settling in," Kinsey said.

After a little while, Linda suggested they go get something to eat. It had been a long time since any of them had eaten anything, but snack foods.

"I can make us something," Kinsey said.

"No, you've done enough," she said. "I know there's a diner here, let's just all go over there." they all agreed with this.

Ghost and Steve rode with Kinsey, and they all met at the diner. Their favorite waitress was there, and was happy to see them. Introductions were made for Melody, then they all ate until they couldn't hold any more.

"I want to go get Spirit, now," Ghost said. "Then I want to go home."

"Ok, me too," Steve said.

Kinsey drove them around the corner to Zack and Trevor's house. This time Melody rode with them, as Linda and the kids went back to the Yew.

"You'll get to see Spirit," Ghost said. "I missed him so much...and Zack and Trevor, too."

"So you missed them, too?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, but not as much," Ghost said.

Kinsey pulled up into the driveway, and they all got out. Ghost was the first one to the door. He knocked, and waited. He knocked again. "Maybe they're not home," Steve said.

"They're in there," Ghost said. "they're in the kitchen, cooking, and..." he concentrated for a minute. "...and they have the music on." He banged harder on the door.

Finally the door opened. Trevor was surprised, and smiled. "Hey, you're back. Sorry, almost didn't hear you knocking. Y'all come on in. Hey, Zack, guess who's here?" As he turned toward the kitchen, his long ginger hair swung around his bare back.

Melody couldn't help but stare, open mouthed. Ghost caught her thoughts. He smiled his crooked smile. "They're together," he said.

She swallowed. "Uh, I know...but, damn."

Zack came out into the living room. "Hey, it's good to see y'all." He hugged Ghost and Steve. Noticing Melody, he did a double take. "Who's this lovely lady that looks like you, Ghost?" he asked.

"That's my twin sister, Melody," Ghost said. "This here is Zack."

Zack took Melody's hand and kissed the back of it. "Enchante, ma Cherie," he said in hisNew Orleans accented voice.

Melody giggled. "Thank you. I can tell you're from New Orleans. I've lived near there forever, up until a few days ago."

"Ahh, it is a pleasure, and you are right," Zack said.

Steve, watching this exchange, just rolled his eyes.

"Where's Spirit? I come to get him and take him home," Ghost asked.

"Here he is," Trevor said. He was carrying the sleepy cat in his arms.

Ghost reached out for him, and Spirit meowed long and loud, happy to see Ghost again.

Next part coming soon!

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Sunday, February 7, 2016


# 278 content

It was a tight squeeze, but everyone managed to get into the van. Linda started the engine, and pulled out of the police station parking lot, to head back up the mountain to the cabins. They needed to get their belongings, and the U-Haul, then settle up with the manager for the damages.

Stevie kept asking his uncle Steve what happened. "Not now, Stevie," Linda said, trying to shush him.

"You wanna know what happened? I'll tell ya," Steve said, still angry.

Linda gave him a warning look. "Steve, no...they don't need to hear it, and Stevie, stop asking's grown-up stuff. We're getting the U-Haul, and going back on the road."

"Damn right we are," Steve said. He slammed his fist down onto the arm rest, making them all jump. Ghost had laid his head over on Melody's shoulder, and when Steve startled them, he gripped her arm hard, then began sobbing. 

Linda took a deep breath. This is a waking nightmare...

Up at the visitor's center, word had spread among residents and employees. The place was abuzz with speculation. As Linda parked the van, she could see people standing on the porch, and others peering through the windows.

"Steve, my suggestion is we don't need to tell anyone anything. You and Ghost just go straight to the U-Haul and leave. I will give the manager a check, then I'll follow you down. I'm not in any mood to be talking to anyone, even if they say they are your friends. Deal?"

""Deal," Steve said. "I'll be damned if I'm gonna explain anything to anyone here."

"Ok, ready?" she asked.

Steve nodded. "Ghost, let's go. Don't look at anybody, don't talk to anybody. Just get in, and we leave." He opened his door, and the passenger back door, to let Ghost out. They were on the far side of the U-Haul, so the onlookers didn't have a view of them. As soon as they were in, he started it up, and pulled out.

Linda got out, alone, and walked to the office. She heard people calling out to her, but she didn't stop or look their way. Inside, she faced the manager at his desk.

"How much do we owe for the damages?" she asked.

He told her a figure, and she doubled it, then handed him the check. Raising his eyebrows, he asked, "Are they gonna be ok?"

Linda nodded. "Yes, they'll be fine. It was an accident."

"I know, and we do care about them, you know. Sorry I yelled earlier."

"Thank you," Linda said. "They care about y'all, too. You've all been very kind to them. They've already left, though. They're a bit shook up, and embarrassed about the whole incident."

"Y'all are always welcome hard feelings. I mean that," the manager said.

Linda nodded. "I'll let them know." She turned, and went out the door, straight to the van. Inside, she felt she could breathe again. After a minute, she pulled out of the parking lot, and wound her way back down the twisty mountain road. On the outskirts of the little town, she saw the U-Haul pulled over, waiting for her. She pulled in behind it, then called on her cell phone to Steve.

"It's all taken care of. Let's get out of here," she said.


They drove for miles. No one was saying anything, in either car. Even the kids weren't complaining that they'd had no breakfast. They were all feeling a pall hanging over them. Exhaustion was showing on their faces, yet determination was keeping them going. The tall pines on both sides of the road seemed to loom over them, casting shadows on the road. The sun was somewhere above the tree tops, but here on the road, it was still, and dark.

As they passed the road that led up to the little community where Ghost had come from, he showed a bit of interest.

"That's the road..." he began.

"We're not stopping," Steve said, and pushed the accelerator down harder.

"It smells like home," Ghost said, smiling as best he could. "Can't you smell the ocean, Steve?"

"Yeah, won't be long," Steve said.

"Where we going?" Ghost asked.

"Huh? We're going home," Steve said, glancing over at Ghost.

"I know, but to our house, or to the Yew? Or to Zack's to get Spirit?"

"Oh...uh...the Yew, I guess," Steve said. "Linda is staying there for now. Maybe Kinsey will have something to eat. I'm about to starve."

"Me, too," Ghost said. "I love home. I don't want to go anywhere else, again."

"You got that right. Hey, look...there it is, straight ahead." Missing Mile was in their sights.

Both of them were grinning. The bad mood had lifted. "Does he know we're here today?" Ghost asked.

"I don't know, I haven't talked to him," Steve said. "Too late, now...we're here." He parked the U-Haul in the back parking lot of the Sacred Yew. Linda did the same, and they all got out, stretching their legs.

"It's done...we're here. Let's go in and surprise Kinsey," Steve said. He opened the back door. The familiar atmosphere of the club washed over them. It was dim in the hallway, and a wonderful smell of coffee was in the air. A light was on in the office, so they walked over, and Steve opened the door.

There was Kinsey, coffee cup in hand, leaning back in his office chair. As the door opened, he looked up in surprise. "What the hell? Y'all are back!"

Next part coming soon!

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Friday, February 5, 2016


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Linda had pulled the van into the parking lot of the small police station. She and Melody sat there a few minutes, trying to compose themselves, before going inside. It was a tidy, brick building, with a glass door in front. They didn't see the squad car anywhere.

"I don't see it; there must be a parking lot back behind the building," Linda said.

"What do you think they'll do to Steve and Ghost?" Melody asked.

Linda shrugged. "I don't know, but I hope they don't actually put them in jail. Maybe they'll just get fined or something. I suppose we better go in." She and Melody got out of the van, and helped Stevie and Mandy out of the back seat.

"Now, kids, I need y'all to mind your manners in here," Linda said.

Melody pushed open the door to the police station. Linda breathed deep. This could go either way. Small towns did things different than L. A. she knew. In front of them was the sergeant's desk. She went up to ask what they should do next. He didn't look too happy to have his evening interrupted, though.

Clearing her throat, she said, "They brought my brother and his friend in from up at the visitor center. Where are they? What do I need to do?"

The officer narrowed his eyes, as he stubbed out his cigarette. "Yeah, they radioed it in. They're in back being questioned and processed. It will be awhile," he said. His tone changed then, as he looked over at the kids, and smiled. "Got three of the young'uns, myself. Here, that is if it's ok." He pulled out a couple of lollipops from a drawer.

Linda smiled, relieved that he wasn't as mean as he looked. "Thank you," she said, and gave one each to Stevie and Mandy. "Y'all sit quite, now...we have grown-up business to do."

Looking back to the officer, she asked, "Can you tell me what will happen, now?"

"Well, let's see," he said, rubbing his chin. "It's been awhile since we arrested anyone." He chuckled. "Sorry, well...after questioning, they'll determine the outcome. Probably just pay a hefty fine, and of course the gun will be confiscated. Then, they can leave, after bail is posted. If there are no outstanding warrants, that'll be about it. Gotta run 'em through the wanted list, of course. Any marks on their record, might land 'em in jail for awhile, until all that is settled. We'll just have to wait and see."

"Ok, how much will the bail be? I'll pay it right now," Linda said, pulling out her wallet.

"We'll have to wait for the bondsman. He's been notified. Should be here soon."

Linda nodded, then went to sit down with Melody and the kids. She leaned back on the wall, with her eyes closed. Melody squeezed her hand.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked.

"No, we just have to wait."

An hour passed, and still no word. The sergeant had gone back to watching a small tv, and monitoring the radio. Melody took the kids to the restroom, to wash the stickiness from their hands and faces. Just as she returned to the main room, the holding room door opened. Another officer came out, giving papers to the desk sergeant, who then nodded.

Looking over at Linda, he motioned her over to the desk. "Ok, ma'am, the bail is set at $500.00 each. Pay that, and they're free to go. There will be a hearing with the judge in six weeks. Basically, just a formality to close the case. But, make sure they both show up. No skipping out on it, or it'll be a definite jail sentence. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Linda said. She handed him her credit card, and signed the ticket. Steve and Ghost were led out of the back room, then.

"Oh my God, Steve," Linda said.

"Hold on, Miss," the sergeant said. Turning to Steve and Ghost, he asked had they been appraised of what needed to happen.

"Yes, sir, we understand," Steve said.

"Ok, y'all are free to go. Good luck."

They all walked back outside into the cool mountain air. The sun was just coming up. Linda hugged both Steve and Ghost. She could tell Steve was tensed up, and barely holding back his temper.

"Not now, Steve...please calm down," Linda said.

Ghost was just quiet, all the energy drained out of him. Linda hugged him especially gently, trying not to bump his swollen face. "Get in the car, hon," she said, guiding him to the door.

Next part coming soon!

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Wednesday, February 3, 2016


# 276 content

Ghost frowned, as he looked around the motel room. "No, it didn't come back in, but I was afraid it might. And it did come back, only in my nightmare."

Steve nodded. "I knew you weren't awake, but man, you were all crazed. You were attacking me, Ghost, and I had to make you stop. You growled, and bit me so hard."

"Oh God...I did this to you? I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, Steve," Ghost said.

"I know you didn't, but it hurt so bad, I tried to make you stop. I'm sorry, too, that I hit you. I didn't know what else to do. You were coming at me like a rabid dog...all growling. I was thinking you were possessed or something."

"I think I was," Ghost said. "It felt like it even if it was in my nightmare." He touched his swollen eye and lip, and sighed. "You hit me?"

"I didn't want to..."

"You had to, Steve. It's had to. I didn't know I was biting you. I'm so sorry." He wrapped his arms around Steve's shoulders, but Steve shook him off.

"I hate myself," Steve said. "I, I promised  I'd never hurt you again." He jumped up from the bed to pace around the room. "Guess that makes me a fucking liar, don't it?" he stared hard into Ghost's eyes. "I don't think I can do this any more. I can't ever do what's right."

Still pacing, he ran his fingers into his hair, yanking hard. "I try...I tried. It just don't work for me."

Ghost was getting dizzy watching Steve go back and forth. "Stop...stop, Steve." He got up, but swayed, and had to sit back down.

"Where's the gun, Ghost?" Steve asked. "I'm scum, just like Kinsey always said. I don't deserve you, or your love. I don't even need to be here any more, hurting you over and over." He strode to the door, yanked it open, and headed for the U-Haul.

"Steve! Steve, come back here." Ghost stumbled to the door, holding onto the furniture, as he went, the room spinning wildly in his dizziness. Just as he reached the doorway, Steve charged back in, running into him, knocking him flat on the floor. He looked down at Ghost.

"See? See what happens? It never ends." Reaching out with one hand, he helped Ghost up. The other hand was holding his gun.

"Put it down!" Ghost yelled. He tried to grab for the gun, but missed. As Steve twisted out of Ghost's grip, they were both startled, as the gun went off, blasting a hole in the ceiling.

Ghost screamed, sure that Steve had shot himself. Steve dropped the gun, and rushed over to Ghost, thinking he'd shot him. They were both relieved to find out no one had been shot.

"Don't ever kill yourself...promise me," Ghost cried, hugging Steve.

"I can't. I can't keep my promises," Steve said, as tears ran down his face. "But, I won't kill myself, ever again, Ghost."

Ghost nodded, as he hugged Steve tight.

Linda and Melody ran into the room just then, and they all could hear sirens approaching.  "Oh my God, are y'all ok? What happened?" Linda asked. Melody was hanging back, eyes wide with shock. Before Steve could explain, two policemen, and the motel manager walked in.

"Anyone need an ambulance here?"

Steve shook his head. "We're ok. It was an accident."

One cop retrieved the gun from the floor, putting it in an evidence bag. He was making a call to headquarters, to check on the gun ownership. The other policeman was questioning everyone about the incident. Then they conferred.

"This gun is not registered to either one of y'all. You don't have a license for it either. We'll have to bring y'all in. It's the law."

Steve was trying to explain about the gun, but they read him his rights, and handcuffed him. Ghost said nothing, as they handcuffed him, also. As they were put into the squad car, Steve told Linda to follow them to the station. The manager was still going on about who was going to pay for the damages.

"It will be taken care of," Linda said, as she and Melody gathered up Steve and Ghost's belongings, and went back to their room. Linda got the kids up, and into the van, as quick as possible.

"Linda, what the hell was that all about?" Melody asked.

"I don't know, but we're about to find out," Linda said.

"Did they have a fight? They were both hurt and bleeding."

"I don't know," Linda shouted. She wiped at her eyes, trying to stop the tears that threatened to fall. Her hands were shaking. "Oh, Melody, I just don't know what to do."

After a few seconds, Melody said, "It'll be ok. We'll figure it out."

"I know, I'm just so tired, and we're so close to home. This was all we needed right now, ya know." Linda said. They were down off the mountain, now, and Linda pulled into the small parking lot at the police station.

Next part coming soon!

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Sunday, January 31, 2016


# 275 content

Steve came out of the steam filled bathroom, after his shower. "There's still hot water, if you want to get in there," he said.

"Ok, I will," Ghost said, getting off the bed. "Oh, here," he tossed the remote control to Steve. "It don't work very good." He went on into the bathroom, closing the door, as Steve flipped through the tv channels.

"Nope, nothing on," he said, and turned off the tv. He sighed, and closed his eyes. The bed was soft, and the quilts were fresh and fluffy. When Ghost returned, he saw that Steve was asleep. Turning out the light, he snuggled close to Steve, under the covers. He'd been wanting more, but he just lightly kissed Steve's lips, and whispered, "In the morning."

He yawned, and made himself think of home. Pictures filled his mind. He always liked thinking of home, but this time it felt different. He sensed that he needed to do this, to block other thoughts from intruding. Bad thoughts, scary thoughts, were on the edge of his consciousness. Sometime in the night, the nightmare began. Ghost flailed about, hitting Steve.

"What? Hey, stop...stop..." Steve hollered, as he came awake. Ghost was talking, and moaning. "Ghost...wake up." Steve took hold of Ghost's arms, but in the throes of his nightmare, Steve wasn't able to subdue him.

Ghost sat straight up and screamed. His eyes were open, but he wasn't seeing Steve at all. As Steve watched, as if in slow motion, Ghost turned to him and actually growled. He lunged forward, biting him hard on the shoulder. Steve screamed in pain, as he felt blood trickle down his arm. In a purely reflexive action, he hit Ghost hard across the face, to make him stop biting.

"God damn it, that hurt...get away, Ghost...what the hell is wrong with you?" Steve shouted, scrambling backwards off the bed. Ghost lunged again, his teeth bared and bloody, still in his nightmare.

Steve was frozen to the spot for a second, but managed to sidestep Ghost, as he came at him again. Running to the bathroom, he filled a cup with cold water, then threw it in Ghost's face, hoping to wake him up. It worked. Ghost was drenched, but he shook his head, looking confused.

"Why I'm wet?" he asked, from the floor where he'd fallen. He licked his lips, and rubbed his hand over his mouth, the taste of his and Steve's blood, and the smear of it on his hand, confused him even more. As he looked up, Steve could see that he desperately needed to get Ghost home, as soon as possible. He needed more meds, and the sessions with the therapist, just as the doctor in the hospital had urged.

Even in his pain, Steve's heart melted with love and worry. "Ghost, you were having a nightmare. I had to wake you up, so I threw water on you. You are awake now, aren't you?"

Ghost nodded. "I'm awake." He coughed, and spit out blood.

Steve closed his eyes for a second. am I going to explain Ghost's busted lip, the blood, the black eye... He could see Ghost's eye already swelling, and it looked bad. His own shoulder was throbbing and bleeding, still. A crazy, wayward thought crossed his mind, I hope he's had his shots... He tried to muffle a burst of nervous laughter at that thought. It's the stress, that's all...shut up...

Ghost could barely see out his swollen eye, now. "Steve? What...why?" Steve reached out a hand to help Ghost up off the floor. They sat on the edge of the bed. Ghost, just noticing Steve's injury, cried out, "You're hurt, you're bleeding...let me get a wet cloth." His legs shook, as he shuffled to the bathroom.

Running water on the wash cloth, he looked up into the mirror, He had to steady himself on the edge of the sink, as he saw his own face. After a few deep breaths, he returned, to gently wipe blood off Steve's shoulder. "Steve, tell me...I have to know." He tried to look into Steve's eyes, but Steve was hanging his head down, covering his face with his hands, shaking his head. Ghost waited.

"Oh, Ghost, I don't even know how to say it." Ghost was smoothing back Steve's hair, still waiting for an explanation, and he kept dabbing the cool cloth onto himself, then onto Steve.

"You were having a real bad nightmare. Do you remember it, any of it?"

Ghost shook his head. "no, but right before I went to sleep, it felt...I don't know, weird, or bad in here."

"But we threw the holy water. You said something ran out. What? Did it come back in?" Steve asked.

Next part coming soon!

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Friday, January 29, 2016


# 274 content

Steve tried to adjust his position in the U-Haul's seat, as he kept driving. They were getting close to their stopping place for the night, and he was ready. The cabins they'd stayed at last summer, would be a welcome sight. He'd told Ghost how many miles and time were left until they got there, but he knew Ghost didn't really understand. He seemed satisfied, though. He shook his head, and yawned.

"Hey, look," he said, pointing out the sign up ahead. "It's the sign for the visitor's center and the cabins. We'll be there in no time."

Ghost gave him a funny look. "No time? What's no time mean?"

"Oh, it means real quick," Steve said.

"Huh, no time is real quick? Is there a yes time?"

"I don't think so," Steve said.

Ghost drummed his fingers on the window ledge. "Times are confusing. There's too many of them to keep up with."

Steve let that comment pass, with no reply. He knew Ghost would be off and running on a tangent about time, and he didn't have time to listen to it, right now. They were there. He pulled into the parking area.

"Whew, here we are. I'm done driving for the day."

Ghost was grinning, as he saw the restaurant. "C'mon, let's go." He opened the truck's door to get out.

"We'll go in when Linda gets here," Steve said, looking back down the road. "Here she comes, now."

Linda parked the van next to the U-Haul. "This place is beautiful," she said, as she got out and looked around. "Come on, kids, come look." Melody helped Stevie and Mandy out of their car seats.

"Smell the air. It's so fresh and piney," Melody said.

"We been here before," Ghost yelled. He started turning around and around, with his arms outstretched. Stevie and Mandy copied him, while they giggled.

"What are you doing?" Melody asked.

"He's just being Ghost," Steve said. He rolled his eyes. "Who's hungry? Let's go inside."

They all headed to the small restaurant. "Me first. I want to surprise them," Ghost hollered, as he ran up to the door ahead of the others. He yanked open the door, took a step in, and tripped on the door sill. "Aiii," he screeched, as he landed hard.

Before anyone could react, they heard a woman holler from inside. "'s Ghost and Steve. Look y'all, they're back." She rushed over, reached down, and helped Ghost stand up. "You ok, hon?" she asked, lending her arm for Ghost to hang on to.

"Um-hmm," Ghost said, and rubbed his palms together, where they'd been scraped a bit. "Surprise," he said, with a big smile on his face.

"Oh, it's so good to see you again." The waitress gave him a hug. "Y'all come in. Hey, Steve, how ya been?" She didn't wait for an answer. "I'm getting y'all some coffee. What will the kids have?"

"Chocolate milk," Stevie said, bouncing on the booth's seat.

"Ok, I'll bring it all in a minute," she said, bustling off to get their refreshments.

"See I told ya they were nice here," Ghost said.

"Yeah, I never seen any waitress be so nice," Melody said.

"Ok, here ya go," the waitress said, setting the drinks down on the table. She handed them a menu to look over. "Are y'all needing cabins for the night?"

"Yeah, we're staying," Steve said. "Hope you have a couple available."

"We sure do. It's not quite tourist season yet, so you're in luck. Let me know what you want to order, and I'll go get the keys to a couple of the cabins," she said.

When she got back with the keys, they told her what they wanted to eat. "Good choices, and whenever you're ready, just go on over. They're just down the way, you remember."

As they waited to eat, a couple of the year round regulars came in. They came up to the table to visit.

"Y'all gonna sing us some more songs?" one of them asked.

"Oh, not tonight," Steve said. "But, I'll bet we could in the morning, before we leave."

"All right then," the guy said, as he and his friend went to their table.

"They love you here," Linda said.

"Uh-huh," Ghost said, as he dug into his plate of pancakes with molasses.

Steve smiled, remembering the last time he saw Ghost eat pancakes and molasses here. He was anticipating a repeat of that night. Ghost looked up at him, having heard his thoughts.

"Yes," he said, and smiled.

"Yes, what?" Linda asked. Then she saw the looks between Ghost and Steve, and she understood. "Ohh...I see," she said, grinning.

They continued to eat, and drink coffee that the waitress kept refilling their cups with. Linda, looking at the kids, said, "Well, y'all, I need to get these kiddos to bed. Anyone else ready to go?"

Ghost yawned. "Me, I'm ready," he said, getting up from the table. He helped Linda get the kids down, and then they all said good-night.

"How do we do this?" Linda asked. "We need some things from the van. Do we just walk over there to the cabins, or drive?"

"We have to walk, but it's not far. We can get our things and carry them over," Steve said. It was just getting dark, so he turned on the flashlight to light their way down the path, after getting their things.

"Which one do you want? They're about the same, I think."

"Oh, this one's fine," Linda said, going up to the closest cabin. "We'll see y'all in the morning." She, the kids, and Melody went inside, locking the door behind them.

Steve was yawning now, too. "C'mon, let's get inside," he said, as he and Ghost walked the short distance to the next cabin over.

As soon as Steve opened the door, Ghost hesitated. "Just a minute," he said, peering inside. "It's not clean."

"How do you know? I haven't even turned on the light, yet," Steve said. "Come on."

"Wait, let me...hang on, Steve, it's here somewhere." Ghost felt around in his backpack. "Ok, now...throw some of this in there ahead of you." He handed Steve a little, cork topped bottle.

"What the hell? Holy water? You been carrying that around all this time?" Steve asked.

"Uh-huh, just in case, and now it's the case, 'cause it don't feel right. Something happened in here that wasn't good. I need to cleanse it." Ghost explained.

Whatever..." Steve sighed. He uncorked the bottle. "Just drip some around? Are you gonna say stuff?"

"Yeah, just shake a little bit out in here, and in the bathroom. I'll say stuff," Ghost said.

"Ok, here goes." Steve shook a few drops out in front of them.

"You bad left overs, get outta here. You're not wanted here any more," Ghost said, loud and clear, as he closed his eyes, and turned around three times. They did the same in the bathroom. Steve wondered if three was a magic number, and how Ghost knew when three times had happened.

"Ow, did you feel that?" Ghost asked. He'd opened his eyes, and was staring back behind them.

"I felt you bumping into me. What happened?" Steve asked. He didn't see, hear, or feel anything strange.

"It was the bad thing. It pushed me, and then ran out the door. I felt it go by me, like a cold wind. Hurry and close the door," Ghost said. Steve did, and locked it.

"It's gone? It's all clear now?" he asked.

Ghost breathed deep, as he stared into the corners. "Yeah, it's gone."

"Good, I'm taking a shower, then going to bed," Steve said.

Ghost turned down the bed, and clicked on the remote. The reception wasn't good up here in the mountains, though. A couple of channels came in, but were snowy. He smiled. "Yep, just like home." He felt a zing of anticipation at the thought of home. It wouldn't be long, now.


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Wednesday, January 27, 2016


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Steve kept driving toward the mountains, but needed to stop for gas one more time, so stopped at a little convenience store in the next town they came to.

"Have we been here before?" Ghost asked, as he looked around. They had gotten out of the U-Haul to stretch their legs a bit.

Steve was shaking the stiffness from his legs, as he pumped gas. "Yeah, we were here before. We played that bar one night. You remember, it's where somebody broke our windows in the car, and slashed our tires." He frowned at the memory.

"Oh, yeah, this isn't a good place," Ghost said. "Hurry up so we can get outta here." He climbed back into the truck, and locked the door.

Steve finished filling up the gas tank, and went inside to pay. Linda, Melody, and the kids were already in the van, waiting.

"You know what?" Melody asked. "This seems so familiar. I think I was here, and it may be where I saw Ghost and Steve for the first time." She thought for a minute. "It feels the same, and the people at the show were mean."

"" Linda asked.

"Well, they vandalized Steve's car, for one thing. They were rude in the bar, and I think there may have been a fight, or words said, or something. I only was there for a little bit. I didn't see anything, but you could feel it being tense in there," Melody said.

"It was the next morning, when I walked by, that I saw they were still here, out back in the parking lot. They were fixing the car, then they drove off. I don't think they saw me. I was kinda hiding by the building, and spying on them." She laughed.

Linda laughed, too. "Yeah, and now you find out you're family. That is a crazy coincident, for real."

They saw Steve come out of the store, and get into the U-Haul. They waited until he pulled out to the road, then followed.

"I'm ready to get the hell out of this po-dunk town," Steve said, when he got back in the truck. "They're still mean."

"Want me to go beat 'em up for ya?" Ghost asked.

"Huh? Oh, I're making a joke."

Ghost nodded. "Yeah, are you too upset to laugh?"

"Kinda," Steve said. He sighed, letting his anger dissipate. "But, now we're leaving, and we'll never come back here, anyway." He pulled out of the parking lot.

Just as he did, a motorcycle roared around the corner, almost running into them. It swerved just in time, but they heard the driver, yelling obscenities at them.

"Asshole," Steve hollered, as he slammed on the brakes. It sent Ghost sliding off the seat, into the floor board. He bumped his head on the console.

"Dammit, Ghost...put your seatbelt on." Steve yelled. Then he asked, "Are you ok? Sorry for yelling. That guy was being a bastard."

Ghost reclaimed his seat, and rubbed the sore spot on his forehead. "Yeah, I'm ok...just a..."

"Ghost?" Steve asked, and looked over at Ghost, when he didn't finish what he was saying

"Huh?" Ghost asked, "What happened? I'm dizzy." He was holding his head.

Steve saw that Ghost's eyes were jerking back and forth. "Ghost, try to focus. Does anything hurt? You're not gonna pass out, are you? Do you need to lay down?"

Ghost shook his head. "No, just there's this knot on my head, and my head hurts, and I'm dizzy."

"I'm finding a doctor," Steve said.

"No...I'm fine, just let's go."

"I don't know, maybe we should," Steve said.

"Please, just go, Steve. This town is bad...I can feel it." He fastened his seatbelt, then leaned back, shutting his eyes. "It's better now, anyway."

"Ok, ok," Steve said. He drove slowly out onto the street. In a short time, they were out on the highway, heading east. They began to feel the change in altitude, as they drove higher into the mountains. Steve had to keep yawning, to keep his ears from feeling muffled. He did hear Ghost laugh, though.

"What," he asked.

"You look funny when you do that," Ghost said.

"So...don't you have to pop open your ears?"

"Sometimes, but not as much as you," he said, laughing.

"You feeling better?"

"Mmm, yeah. You're not spinnin' around anymore."

"Let me look at your eyes," Steve said, glancing over. He saw that they weren't jerking around trying to focus anymore, and the pupils were a normal size. "Good, that's good."

"Hey, do you think our friends at the restaurant are still there?" Ghost asked.

"Well, maybe. I guess we'll find out soon enough."

"I hope so. They were nice when we were here before. How much farther is it?" Ghost asked.

"Oh, about five miles or so. Probably take us about ten minutes."

"Ok, 'cause I'm hungry."


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