Last Soul

3.

I was the first one to climb through the window. I stepped on more glass. It made an annoying screeching sound. I looked around. The house had emerald green walls. Only some spots of green were left. The scratched floor is what caught my attention.

"Check this out," I said and they climbed in one after the other. A pentagram was drawn on the floor. Some sort of chemicals stained the carpet and what's left of it. Jasper peeked over my shoulder to see the pentagram. His straight brown hair brushed against my cheek.

"That's some real voodoo shit," he whispered only for me to hear it. He lit a joint which made me slap him.

"Don't. We don't want to set the house on fire now, do we?" I said sarcastically and he mocked me. I rolled my eyes knowing that he was still in his little world, and extremely clumsy. He almost burned my house last year by setting my rug on fire. Poor rug.

"It was an accident okay?" he tried explaining himself because he knew what I referred to.

"That's why," I took his joint and dropped it outside.

"We don't smoke inside anymore. Especially when you're already higher than Jesus," I grinned and ensured Katie stepped on the joint for it to go out. Joe handed me the bag and I swung it by my shoulder. Katie clung to Joe never leaving his side. Pussy. I have to admit, If I had a boyfriend I would probably do the same. Or not.

"It smells like someone died in here," Katie spoke with a disgusted face. I laughed because it did smell like absolute shit. I scrunched my nose trying to avoid the stench of death. It didn't work.

"Perhaps we're next," Jazz shrugged trying to straighten his black shirt.

I shook the spray bottle which contained more chemicals just red ones. I put on a mask to prevent myself from breathing in it. I drew our symbol down on the walls. It was a simple skull with dots surrounding it in a circle. Every time we visit any places like this, I leave a symbol that we've been here. I know it's stupid because we could get arrested for vandalism. I couldn't care less.

Katie drew a yellow cat with an extremely long neck. I always liked her drawings. I'm never telling that to her though.

Joey sat on the sofa drinking beer. He looked like a drunk dad. The one who yells at the TV, if something doesn't go the way he wants it to.

Jasper drew a dick. Every goddamn time.

"Jazz? Every time man, be more creative," Joey spoke with a voice of disappointment. Everywhere we go he draws cocks all over the walls. With every color we have. It's making me question his sexuality. I walked over to the pentagram and ran my hands through the scratches. I could be wrong but blood stains are covering more than half of the symbol.

"That's some real voodoo shit"

Whatever happened in this house? It was not in the news, it's not talked about. So either way, no one knows what happened or no one cares. Or it happened too long ago. I have no clue what theory to believe.

After a while of breathing into the chemicals, we fell onto the busted sofa with Jazz. Katie and Joey are probably making out somewhere or even worse. He kept touching my brown hair, running his fingers through it. He eventually dozed off and I put my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. I could feel the warmth radiating from Jasper. It was comforting.

It was already dark outside and the dark filled the house not leaving any light.