TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE
Steve and Ghost woke late, almost noon, to rain falling, but it didn't cool anything off, as the day was so humid already. The old house had a few leaks in the roof, only showing where they were when it rained enough. They put pans under the leaks, and figured someday they should patch them up. Hoping to catch a breeze, they sat in the swing, out on the big covered porch, having their coffee. They were at loose ends, this day...just taking it easy around the house...too wet to go anywhere.
As they worked on some songs, Steve asked, "Hey, how's your throat today?" After just getting over his strep throat, and then singing for hours, the night before, Ghost sounded a little hoarse.
"It's ok, I guess, but I need to be quiet for awhile."
Steve nodded, then told Ghost that lately, he'd seen him wandering around in the night, doing weird things; things like going in and out the front and back doors, talking to himself, or to spooks...just odd things. Ghost had no recollection of doing any of that.
"I think you're sleepwalking," said Steve. "I'm afraid you're gonna go out the door and get lost or something."
"What if I did, Steve? Would you come find me?"
"Guess I would, but I think maybe I should tie ya down to the bed, or handcuff ya, so ya don't go wandering off, heh, heh." Steve said, as he winked.
"Mmm-hmm,"Ghost said, raising his eyebrows, as he gave Steve a look. "You're sick, man," he said, not totally serious.
"Yeah, but you'd get off on it, Ghost. I think we should try it tonight."
Ghost sighed. "Whatever..." He smiled, then went back to writing in his journal.
Steve couldn't stop thinking about it. Would Ghost really let him handcuff him to the bed? His mind was going into possibilities, then he remembered...he did have some cuffs. They were a gag gift from Terry, a long time ago, but they were real ones. Now, if he could just find them. He got up and rummaged around in his bedroom. "Ah-hah!" he said, as he pulled them from a box of junk in his closet
"Hey, Ghost, look what I found," he said, as he came back into the living room. He dangled them in front of Ghost.
"Sheesh, Steve, are you serious?" Ghost asked.
"Yeah, I'm serious. Don't want you to get lost in the woods," Steve said. "I think we should really try them out tonight."
"You got a key for those things?"
"Uh-huh, sure I do," Steve said. He ran back to the box and searched, until he did find the key.
"See, here it is," he showed Ghost.
"Fine, Steve...you wanna play around, then I guess I'll go along." Ghost smiled, thinking it might be fun after all; and besides, he really didn't want to get lost in the woods.
They went back to whatever they could find to do...changing the pans under the leaks, and discussing where they should go on their road trip. Deciding to just head to the west, they'd get some gigs at local clubs they found, in the towns they passed through. They were in no hurry to get anywhere...just wanted to travel around until they got tired of it, and then they'd head back home.
They looked outside a few times; the rain and wind was coming in more frequent bursts, now.
"Is this gonna be a hurricane, Steve?" asked Ghost.
"Could be, I guess, but we've been through lots of hurricanes before. No big deal, probably," Steve said, even though he was getting a little worried about it. He turned on the TV but got only static. They didn't have cable, way out here on Burnt Church Road, so it wasn't unusual to get bad reception. The radio was the same way.
Nightfall seemed to come early. The sun hadn't been out all day, and the gloomy darkness closed in on the old house in the woods. They could hear the wind blowing through the cracks around the windows and doors...a mournful whistling, that gave them the shivers.
Ghost yawned and stretched, saying he was going to bed and get under the blankets to get warm. The air had finally cooled off. Steve followed him into the bed. They kissed and cuddled each other, absorbing warmth from thier bodies. It didn't take long to give each other the pleasure they both craved.
Steve reached over and brought up the handcuffs. "Ready?" he asked.
At this point, Ghost was ready for anything Steve suggested. Moaning a little, he nodded assent. Steve took Ghost's left wrist and snapped the cuff closed, then raised Ghost's arm and snapped the other side of the cuff to the old iron bedstead's top frame. The final click served to make them both hyper aware of what they were doing...and neither wanted to stop. Afterwards, they were totally relaxed, and fell asleep, their arms and legs entwined...and Ghost's arm was still handcuffed to the rail.
In the deep of night sleep, they were awakened by loud crashes. It sounded like the end of the world to them, there in the dark, with wind howling through the house. Ghost's bedroom was being torn apart. Tree branches were whipping them both, while cold, wind driven rain stung their naked bodies. The big pine tree in their front yard had fallen, crashing into the roof, smashing the walls to the bedroom, and just missing them, there on the bed.
Being that Missing Mile was barely above sea level, the rising flood water from the Atlantic was coming in the house in waves, and rising fast. Ghost and Steve screamed, and clung to each other, but couldn't hear anything but the roaring of the wind. Steve knew they had to go somewhere besides the house; it would be bad if the house did come down on them. He didn't know where to go, though.
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