Logans POV
I got arrested. They read me my rights and all i could do was stare back at Mrs. Knight as they dragged me away. I never killed any one. She saw someone do it and didn't want to believe it was a soul trapped in that house so her mind went to the only logical explanation. Me... When the cops found nothing on me they advised me to get up and leave. i did just that. I moved back to California and since i didn't have anywhere to go i decided to stay at this cheap hotel. it was called the cortez.
James POV
After logan left things only got worse. I began to sneak away in the night. id wake up the next morning in nothing more than my boxers lying in the boudoir. I slept in the twin bedroom this wasnt occupied. except maybe by something unseen. Unseen by everyone but me. He said his name was Edward. Edward was gentle. He was a bit of a loner. He kept to himself mostly but he enjoyed my presence. hed sit in which ever room i was in admiring me from afar. I figured i was just going bat shit cazy.
Kendalls POV
James began acting weird. He would be talking to someone and when i entered the room no one would be there. id ask him about it and hed lie acting as though i was the crazy one. I heard more than one voice. that was what scared me.
James POV
Kendall was hearing voices. I never talked to edward we simply just watched eachothers movements. he seemed to be the type of guy to keep to himself so i let him be. Kendall kept complaining that everything was so loud and such. no one was talking. Or if they were... i couldnt hear them.
"What made you decide to come back to california?"
"him..." James coment was suttle but true. James had learned one thing from the Roanoke house that now after seeing the season finale of American horror story Roanoke we now know the building is completely destroyed... and what he learned was that even in death there Is existence.
James pile drived through the door and found the empty room he had shared with carlos those last few months. there standing in a corner was a figure. this figure turned with a smile on his face and said Hi. That's all he said. Not much but enough to break james completely. Its a beautiful story huh? That's because it never happened. he got there and carlos wasn't there. Carlos was gone. He wasn't coming back.
James fell to his knees and courled up in a ball allowing his emotions to take over. Kendall was the one who found him like this. Bottled up in his feelings someone shook the can. Kendall knelt down and rubbed James back and smiled at him. James wrapped his arms around kendall and they stayed like this for a while.
"listen... I know your hurting... but you shouldnt shut yourself out like he did. You need to live your life james."
"Live it with me..." James face was buried withing kendalls chest. Kendall sighed roughly. They looked at eachother. Kendall laid james down on the floor and ripped open his shirt. He then proceeded to drag his tongue from his neck all the way down to the waist band of james pants. The two of them allowed their emotions to take over.
Kendall being a taurus lived for romance. James was a cancer, a water sign who felt everything deeply. He felt the emotions kendall was emmiting. James watched in fear as Kendall slipped the tight jeans off of him and stare back into his eyes. Their tongues danced and their hands got playful. Both bare they tasted each other. The salt of sweat dripping from their lips. The lines of muscle contracting and constricting around their abdomens and their backs.
A figure appears in the doorway but neither of them notice. Its a boy. A dark boy. A depressed boy. A dead boy.
