Geist
By Mark Kelly
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The Geist exist to ferry ghosts away from dead bodies and into the gates of the afterlife. At least, that’s what Ash Murphy was told after he died in a fiery car crash and became one.
Ash is forced to leave his old life behind and join the ranks of the mostly invisible, seemingly immortal Geist. And they all seem pretty perky for people who deal with death on a daily basis.
After years of rejection and isolation, Ash finally has a group of friends he's willing to fight for. Of course, not everyone believes that Geist are doing God's work. Ash discovers this when he attracts the ire of The Brotherhood of Eternity, who believe Geist are actually murdering those they reap. And they will stop at nothing to exorcize every Geist on Earth.
Ash will do whatever it takes to defend his new family and take down the Brotherhood...or he'll die (again) trying.
Mark Kelly
Mark Kelly is an avid gamer, wannabe model, and occasional podcaster. He has been writing novels since he was five years old, but most of them are not exactly publishable. After receiving a BFA in Creative Writing from Bowling Green State University, he’s tried his best to actually make it worth the money he spent on it. Originally from Cincinnati, he currently lives in Atlanta with his husband, Matt.
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Geist - Mark Kelly
Geist
Mark Kelly
Copyright © 2022 by Mark Kelly
Cover design copyright © 2022 by Story Perfect Dreamscape
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblances to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Developmental editor: Craig Gibb
Proofreader: Francisco Feliciano
Published August 2022 by Deep Hearts YA, an imprint of Deep Desires Press and Story Perfect Inc.
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Chapter 1
Ghosted
Sitting safely in McDuffie’s Irish Tavern, I had a perfect view of the two maniacs standing across the street. They were part of a cult, that I was sure of. They were loud, they were harassing everyone in their path, and they were breathing my air. I wanted them gone.
A short, grungy looking woman with big boots and an oversized army jacket held up a sign that said DEMONS ON EARTH in big red letters. She looked a little feral, which meant she was an authority figure. Definitely not the leader, but someone with power. Next to her was a ratty-looking boy about twice her size, trying and failing to hand out pamphlets to passersby. No one looked at them, no one grabbed a pamphlet, and one man almost did a twirl to avoid the boy. I had been staring at them for maybe ten minutes straight before remembering why I was at McDuffie’s in the first place. I looked down at my phone. Still no new texts.
Goddammit,
I whispered.
I put on my headphones and turned on my ancient iPod. Flipping through a dozen songs, I pretended that the crazy woman was lip syncing to each one. Ironically, Take Me to Church
by Hozier fit almost perfectly. It was like watching my own personal drag show, except the stage was the outside of a dilapidated corner store and the drag queen was a militant religious zealot. After a while, Yvonne walked over from the bar, holding a pitcher of lemonade. I pulled off my headphones and looked up at her as she refilled my glass.
Any word from him, Ash?
she asked.
At this point, he’s either going to say he can’t make it or he won’t text me at all.
Don’t be so damn pathetic, I thought. I lifted up my head and ran my fingers through my hair. His loss. Any guy that doesn’t want me is either straight or an idiot.
That’s redundant.
Yvonne let out a dry chuckle. She wasn’t buying it, clearly. But you’re right. It’s his loss. You’re a cute boy. You’re a tall athlete with youth and abs and a metabolism that hasn’t been decimated.
She said that with such contempt it felt like she wanted to kill me. I think I lost the plot. Anyway, just because you can’t find a husband the second you graduated from high school doesn’t mean you don’t have a million other things going for you.
I averted my eyes. That’s a lie. I’ve been out of school for weeks and I’m still not married. That means everyone hates me and I’m going to die alone.
Obviously, everything was said sarcastically, but that didn’t mean I didn’t also believe it. The first real boy to ever offer to go on a date with me decided to leave me alone in a sad Irish pub in the middle of inner-city Chicago during peak stabbing hours. It really said something that my closest friend was a thirty-something waitress-slash-violinist that hung out with my grandma.
On the bright side, most of my frustration was getting diverted toward the cult that set up shop outside. The grungy woman outside had gotten so fed up with people ignoring her that she decided it was time for a megaphone. She bellowed into it as if preaching to a five-mile-long congregation. As pissed as she looked, she was probably living for it.
God’s world is in danger!
she screamed, in a voice exactly as obnoxious as I hoped it would be. He gave us all a chance to live our lives in His image! And now the Geist are destroying everything He has worked for!
Oh, well, there goes my theory that they were just a pyramid scheme,
I mused, absolutely transfixed on the lunatic. You know what cult they’re part of, Yvonne?
The Brotherhood of something stupid. I have some neighbors that are part of it, and I forget the name every time they try to save me. Which is a lot, by the way,
she droned. Her bored look suddenly vanished. In fact, I think the big one holding the sign lives down the hall from me.
She squinted a bit. Oh yeah, that’s James.
He ever tell you what a Geist is?
I asked, smirking.
Oh yes.
Yvonne covered her face with her braids, doing her best impression of the girl from The Ring. They’re ghosts that want to feed your soul to Satan.
Spooky.
Cue eyebrow raise. And do you ever tell him how goddamn stupid that is?
Constantly.
We both laughed. She turned on the TV above me to drown out the screeching, then headed to another table. She gave an overly elaborate martini to a white-haired woman in a long, silky dress. Yvonne headed back into the small kitchen, but the white-haired woman raised an eyebrow at me and took a sip of her martini. She looked like she fit in more at an opera house than a dying tavern, but I wasn’t one to talk. While everyone else in the restaurant was in boring tees or whatever they wore to work that morning, I was tarted up in a tight jacket and strategically ripped jeans because I thought a boy liked me, like a fool. I was even wearing my favorite necklace. The Celtic knot in the shape of a crescent moon that my brother Zack made me to distract me during my grandma’s cancer scare. It didn’t exactly have the best memories attached to it, but it made me look mysterious and edgy and that was all that mattered.
I checked my phone again. Still nothing. Slouching down and hiding my phone behind my glass, I stupidly reopened the hookup app, just in case he messaged me on there instead. While there were dozens of profiles, his had vanished from my phone. He must have blocked me. I was ghosted. Bottom line, cut and dry, ghosted. The app’s patented notification sound pinged. My heart soared until I realized it was a message from a man in his fifties, this one complete with a photo. I knew better than to open it.
Before I closed the horrible app, someone caught my eye. Right next to my profile picture was a sexy, shirtless torso. I instantly clicked it to get a better look, for investigative purposes. Abs! Pecs! A goddamn man! A long scorpion tattoo covered one of his thick arms. Then I saw the profile name. Discreet.
I shoved my phone back into my pocket, swirled a little whirlpool in my lemonade, and sighed. I had been eighteen for all of two months and I already hated being an adult.
Almost on cue, my phone rang. Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t my date. It was only my grandma. I was half-tempted to answer it and just hold it outside so she could have a long conversation with the screaming cultists. But I knew better. The first twenty times I did jokes like that didn’t go over well. I answered like a normal human instead.
Hi, Faye,
I groaned. You’ll never guess what happened.
Well, you’re not dead, so that’s a good sign.
She said that so matter-of-factly I had to laugh. So is the date going well? Is he handsome? He better be handsome. I told you you’re too young to date an ugly boy.
Well, he’s off being handsome somewhere else, I guess, because he never showed up.
I started playing with the condensation on my lemonade. Better disappointed now than later, though, you know?
Oh, damn him. I told you all men were horrible,
she huffed. You want me to come and pick you up? I’m at my condo right now. I can just swoop on by in no time at all.
It’s fine. I’m staying at Dad’s tonight. I’ll just get a taxi or something.
Are you sure? You’re not in the best neighborhood.
She cleared her throat. Because Yvonne just sent me a picture. You told me he was taking you to a movie, not the South Side!
I glared at Yvonne from across the tavern. She had her phone camera pointed directly at me. I stuck out my tongue at her, and she did the same to me.
Yeah, okay, maybe I’m at McDuffie’s. But, bad neighborhood or not, I’m a cross country star. I can outrun anything that comes my way.
I tried out my perky voice again. If I wanted, I could run all the way home.
Ashton Matthew Murphy, if you even joke about that, I’ll write you out of my will,
she hissed. I had to laugh again, even if she had been making that joke since I was five. There’s not a city on Earth where a boy can run home safely from the inner-city, but that goes double for Chicago, triple for being on the South Side, and quadruple for being almost nine o’clock!
Faye. It’s only seven. And I’m getting a cab.
Thank you.
A little quiver appeared in her voice. It frightened me. I knew exactly what was coming. You’re not allowed to joke about stuff like that. I don’t—
Please don’t mention Zack.
We both went quiet. The grungy woman across the street continued her tirade, but my grandma’s silence was louder. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, but I kept my spine straight and my head high. As Faye always said, It’s better to look good than feel good,
and I was not about to let anyone see me squirm. Not Faye, not Yvonne, and definitely not the elegant white-haired martini drinker.
Sorry,
I sighed. I love you.
I love you too, sweetie.
Her quiver left.
I’ll also tell Mom that you love her.
I smirked.
Don’t you dare.
We made little kissy noises and hung up. I almost checked my phone texts again, but at that point, I lost any faith in the date. The screaming outside stole my attention again. Someone else joined the grungy woman to pass out fliers. This one was a frail girl with jet black hair down to her shoulders and dyed pink bangs. She was much more eager to hand out fliers than James, who had his eyes firmly on his phone. When someone walked on by without taking one of his fliers, the grungy woman smacked the back of his head. My eyes almost popped out of my skull and it took everything I could not to run out into the street, snatch the megaphone from that woman, and hurl it into traffic.
Yvonne headed to my corner again and sat down next to me. Somehow her smile was both comforting and condescending. Before I could think of a snarky quip to make myself look calm and collected, Yvonne detached a long blue tube from her keychain and handed it to me.
What’s this?
It’s mace,
she said. I know that look in your eyes. If you’re going to harass the Brotherhood, the least I can do is to give you some protection. Your dad’s gonna find a way to blame me for everything tonight so I might as well help you burn someone’s mouth shut if they threaten on you.
I would have preferred the Medieval kind of mace, but I figured the regular kind would have to do. Hopping up from the table, I gave Yvonne a quick hug, and headed out the door into the moonlight. With the wind at my back and Yvonne’s mace in my hand, I was ready to take out some rage on a cult.
Without waiting for the light to change, I strode down the crosswalk. The grungy woman’s cries grew louder, and my strides became longer. Within seconds, I was standing right beside the grungy woman and her two lackeys. She came closer to me, megaphone still glued to her mouth.
The spirits of—
You know, with normal cults, they try to recruit people with parties and fake workshops,
I started. The woman kept trying to interrupt back, but I just kept going. They have classes about life and happiness and enlightenment. It’s not until you’re emotionally compromised and massively in debt that they make you drink the Kool-Aid. You all, meanwhile, start with the crazy. You’re on the street corner screaming about something only people crazier than you will believe. And you’re assaulting your own minions in public, which obviously isn’t kosher. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is—
I glared at the grungy woman. Ghosts? Really?
The exhausted look on her face really made my crappy day better. She stepped closer to me, holding the megaphone like a spy holding a silenced pistol. Even with her oversized boots, I was still way taller than her, and I would have bet that the massive coat was covering a twig body.
You think you’re the first person to get cute with us today?
Her voice dropped. We’re doing God’s work! And if you don’t realize that, you’re just another useless NPC that’s going to get killed by the Geist.
I zoned out a bit as I tried to figure out what NPC
meant. The lackeys both tried to look away and get back to handing out fliers. At least the girl with the glasses did; James just kinda looked at his phone and held a pamphlet out in front of him. The woman kept perfect eye contact with me. In her rage, the woman’s neck veins turned red, but I remained as cool as I could.
You know what, you’re right. Maybe if I could just take a pamphlet or two…
I leaned over to James and took a pamphlet from him. And another. In fact, I took the entire stack from him and then took the girl’s stack, too. James was so distracted by whatever was on his phone that it took him a while to process what I did. Before the grungy woman could say anything else, I had all of their fliers in my hands.
Yeah, there we go, some for the whole neighborhood. You’re welcome.
I walked into the corner store, not turning back. If she was yelling at me, the door shut before I could hear it. My smile faded. No one was looking. I didn’t need to fake anything anymore. Some boy by the coolers had his back to me. The clerk in the corner glanced up at me but went back to reading his magazine. I walked down the aisle of the tiny store, ignoring all the chips and poorly-made trinkets, and headed straight for the candy.
In the long run, the date didn’t matter. College was only two months away. There was no point in dating a guy who’d dump me two weeks into freshman year, at best. In a few months, I’d be far away from fake cults talking about ghosts. Far away from McDuffie’s and its slowly-dying charm. Far away from my parents arguing over whose house I was staying at. A date would have been a nice distraction, but it would have been just that. A distraction. I pulled my headphones up and put on some Fleetwood Mac to lighten my mood. It didn’t work.
Pardon me, are those pamphlets up for grabs?
I turned around and jumped back. The same white-haired woman from McDuffie’s stood in front of me, gazing at me with a glint of mischief in her dark eyes. Her beautiful, youthful face belied the washed-out colors of her body. I took another step back. She reached her arms forward and grabbed one of the pamphlets from my hand. It took me a while to even remember I was still holding those.
You look distressed,
she cooed, slipping the pamphlet into her brassiere. I couldn’t help but notice you were alone back at the bar. Girl troubles?
My brow furrowed. Boy troubles?
she chuckled. Well, I’d be an absolutely awful woman if I didn’t help a young lad out, now wouldn’t I?
The woman reached into her clutch. She pulled out a twenty-dollar bill. How about I treat you to something sweet?
I’m fine. I don’t need any help.
I forced a smile and grabbed a pack of lemon drops from the shelf. People make promises, then they break them. Human nature.
Oh, poor, little, rich boy, you’re too young to be that cynical.
She shook her head. Tell me, what in the world is up with your little music player?
Excuse me?
My forced smile disappeared. I took another step back, half-tempted to reach for Yvonne’s mace. The woman inched closer, swaying her wrists with her movements.
I’m sorry, I must be coming off as completely terrifying,
she laughed. It’s just that not many people carry those things around anymore, and yours looks positively ancient. There must be some reason that you keep that clunker with you.
It has all my music.
That’s all?
She jutted her jaw. No sentimental reason?
I looked around. The cashier was off in space, drumming his fingers on the counter and sighing. The boy by the coolers still seemed preoccupied with the soft drinks. I looked back at the woman. She played around with the bill in her hand.
It was my brother’s.
Ohhhhh,
she purred. A crooked smile crossed her face, like I said exactly what she wanted to hear. Where is your brother? That looks like it’d be really important to him. You’d think he’d always have it with him.
I opened my mouth. No words came out.
Oh, now I see,
she chuckled.
The woman crumpled the twenty and tossed it to me. It fluttered right past me and landed on the floor. I knelt down to pick it up and tried to thank the woman. But she was gone. The only other people in the store were the boy and the cashier. The white-haired woman vanished without a trace.
I paid for my candy, shoved all the remaining fliers in the bag, and left the store. The Brotherhood was gone from the sidewalk. Best case scenario, I embarrassed them enough to leave their cult. Most realistic, they just went home. And I was ready to head home, too. I slumped onto the side of the store and called for a ride back to Dad’s house.
With a few minutes to spare, I pried open my bag of lemon drops and slid my phone into my pocket. In my shuffle, I dropped my iPod. The iPod broke away from my headphones and bounced onto the sidewalk.
Goddammit,
I mumbled.
The boy from the drink cooler walked out of the store, knelt down, and picked up my iPod. He looked a little older than me, with dark skin that glistened in the streetlight and a crew cut only a little longer than his thick stubble. His tight, short-sleeved hoodie exposed a scorpion tattoo going down his arms. I screamed internally. It was the exact same tattoo that Discreet
had. He handed my iPod to me, smiling.
Thanks,
I mumbled, shoving it back into my pocket. I poured some lemon drops into my mouth, hoping the sour taste would calm my loins.
His smile was gorgeous, and it showed off his pronounced canines. I smiled back, but tried to hide it. The boy leaned on the side of the store with me. He was on the other side of the doors, but still close enough to talk. I ate another lemon drop and looked toward the street, hoping that my ride would come quickly. The boy rummaged through his bag and pulled out some kind of gross energy drink. In tandem, he drank and I ate, all while stealing glances at one another.
I’ve got the same iPod,
he finally said. It’s pretty old, but it gets the job done.
Yeah, mine just has thirty hours of ska on it.
Really?
No, ska is for forty-year-olds who still wear flame print,
I coughed.
He smirked and rolled his eyes. My ride home was still missing. I tapped my foot. The streets looked empty, though. No pedestrians, no cultists, and no creepy white-haired woman asking intrusive questions. Just a lonely street corner, with only me and Discreet.
I’m Ash, by the way.
The boy smiled. He walked closer and leaned against the wall right next to me.
Gabriel.
I held out my lemon drops. He plucked one out of the bag and plopped it in his mouth. His face contorted for a second, but he quickly got used to the sour flavor. I laughed, accidentally going from a cute chuckle to a gross snort. I stopped immediately, but the second he heard it, he started laughing. I blushed. There’s still time to cancel the ride, I thought, and I looked at my phone.
The silence broke when a familiar yell echoed through the street. Within seconds, I saw the source. The grungy woman was back, along with James and the frail girl. Gabriel stopped laughing. I sighed and looked toward the street again, wondering where the hell my ride was.
This is all your fault. Both of you,
the grungy woman grunted toward her lackeys. The Brotherhood would be better off without you.
The woman smacked the frail girl on the back of the head. She recoiled, and Gabriel pushed himself away from the wall and stormed forward.
Dinah!
he howled. Enough!
Dinah sneered. My heart sank. Gabriel started arguing with Dinah in such a low growl, I couldn’t hear anything. But I didn’t need to. A few streetlights away, a taxi rolled down the road. Just enough time for another fight.
You know them?
I asked, walking closer. I tried to look more bemused than pissed. Didn’t work. Wait, better question: you’re with them?
Yes,
Gabriel said, nodding. He saw my pissed bewilderment and went on the defensive. We’re a part of the same church.
Don’t talk to him, Gabe,
Dinah spat. He’s just some diva that thinks we’re a cult.
Also, he stole all our fliers,
said James.
Oh, like you can’t print more.
I mumbled, then turned my attention back to Gabriel. So, you believe in ghosts? What else do you believe in? Vampires?
It took me a long time to think of what to say next. Maybe criticize him for being discreet
on a hookup app, or just flat-out call him stupid. But after everything, I was tired. From the look on his face, Gabriel was too.
I sighed. Never mind.
I just walked away. I didn’t look back at the Brotherhood. All I did was hop into the cab. The driver tried to make small talk, but I told him where to go and left it at that. We started rolling away from the street corner. In the corner of my eye, I got one last glimpse of the Brotherhood. Dinah and Gabe were arguing, with the other two lackeys silent on the sidelines.
The driver weaved through the bumper-to-bumper traffic. The streets gradually became less dilapidated the further we got from McDuffie’s. He tried to make a little more small talk, but I just stared out the window. We drove up the highway’s entrance ramp. I pulled up my headphones, turned on my music, and closed my eyes.
The car swerved, and my forehead slammed against the window. A red pickup skidded into our lane and continued to move from side-to-side. I blinked a few times, then looked around. The highway was practically empty. While the traffic heading into the city was still flowing, the only two cars on our side of the highway were my car and the truck. Never in my life had I seen a road in Chicago so barren.
My driver apologized, then got in the lane furthest from the truck. I rubbed my head, closed my eyes, and tried to rest. Slowly, my music grew quieter, and my headphones slid to my neck. A cold chill went down my spine as I felt lips touch my ears.
Don’t worry about the Brotherhood, love. If religious zealots frighten you, you’re lucky you weren’t alive a thousand years ago.
My heart stopped. My head jolted sideways. Suddenly, the entire car was clouded by smoke. Through the thin haze, the white-haired woman smirked at me from the other side of the back seat. I screamed, slamming the back of my head onto the window. She took a long drag from her pipe, keeping her puckered smirk the entire time.
Oh, don’t scream. He can’t hear you. You’re in my aura.
She blew her smoke right into the front seats. The driver didn’t even wince.
The pickup swerved into a closer lane, speeding up, then slowing down again. My heart followed suit, beating eight times a second before stopping, then starting up again. A million other questions bounced around in my head, but there was the only one I could let out.
Where did you come from?
Darling, I’ve been sitting next to you this whole time. You didn’t notice me? Well, aren’t you a foolish boy?
she chuckled. She then pulled a metal blue tube out of her brassiere and wiggled it by my face. I checked my pockets. The mace was gone.
Every synapse in my brain broke down. I gawked at the woman, unable to even speak. All I could do was hyperventilate her second-hand smoke. Whatever she was smoking, it definitely wasn’t tobacco or weed; it almost smelled like ammonia. The woman yanked on my headphone cord. My iPod jumped out of my pocket and right into her palm. I