TWO SOULS: IN THE FIRE
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."
"Ok, 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 gooseneck 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.
"Ok, 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.
"Ok, 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.
"Ok, 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, "Ok, then...we'll go stay there. We need a break from this house, and we can get a fresh start in the morning."
"Good...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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