Author's Note: Well I wasn't planning on opening the plot just yet, but I was on a roll here. I really like this chapter, but I let my imagination get the best of me. There is very minor kogan and this is mainly Logan's point of view. Just don't shoot me alright?


Logan didn't even bother to notice Carlos' abrupt departure out the door. When he found the red apron collecting dust on the tiled floor, he picked up the thin fabric and returned it to the back room, hanging it where it belonged. Upon returning back to his work, Logan's mind reeled, the wheels in his brain churning as he considered the logistics to James' existence. It still didn't make any sense to him, none at all. Logan didn't like having all the answers. Having the answers meant being one step ahead of the game, and he'd be damned if James got the best of him.

It didn't take until about halfway through his shift when Carlos' absence started shrouding Logan like a shadow. He expected to turn his head to find that kind smile he knew so well; the one that reached the corners of those brown eyes he loved so much. It took everything he had not to pull out his phone and apologize, but then again, he knew Carlos would come back to him. He had no one else to go to. Sooner or later the perky little Latino would crawl back on his hands and knees, and Logan would welcome him with open arms. He wouldn't be the one to give in first.

When it came time to close up the place, Logan couldn't help but drag himself out of the door. Never before had he locked up all by himself, without his perky friend making some ridiculous joke or tugging on his arm begging him to go see a movie since they were out of work. Now Logan just felt empty without Carlos around. It was weird. He made a move, extracting his cell phone from his pocket only to stare at the screen, the LCD light shining back at him with his finger hovering over Carlos' contact information. No. I'm not going to do it. Logan shoved his phone back in his pocket and cursed himself. He would wait as long as he had to, even if it meant walking to his car all alone in the dark, without even so much as a comforting hug goodbye.

He turned into his driveway, unsurprised to see his house void of life. Not even the porch light was left on for him. "Thanks a lot mom and dad," he muttered, climbing out of his car and fumbling for his keys, flipping through them to locate the one that would allow him entrance into his house. Finding the key he sighed in relief and walked inside, instantly flicking on the hall light and kicking off his shoes. Just as he was about to walk up the steps to his room, his stomach decided differently. Logan groaned when it gurgled slightly. Instead he made his way into the kitchen to make a quick sandwich.

Logan scoured their cupboards for bread, using the last two pieces for his late night snack. "You'd think in a house full of doctors we'd at least have food." Grumbling at his parents' stupidity Logan scooped up some ham and cheese, slapping it on the two pieces of bread and taking a delighted bite. "Mmmm." Standing over the counter he finished the sandwich in record time. Quickly, before heading up to his room he grabbed a Red Bull from the fridge. It was about to be a very long night.

Up in his room he rushed over to his desk and started up his laptop. Not bothering to turn on his bedroom light he shuffled out of his work clothes and rummaged around his room by the light of his computer and dressed into a pair of basketball shorts and tank top. It felt like ninety degrees in his bedroom. Once his computer was up and running he signed himself in and entered Google. He had a lot of research to do.

The first thing he typed into the search bar was simple enough, 'Do ghosts exist'. He almost wanted to slap himself for how stupid of a question that was. In all honesty it was truly ridiculous. After tonight he'd have to delete his internet history. He didn't want a reminder that he was actually gullible enough to research this.

Scrolling down the page Logan pushed right past the 'Wiki Answers' and 'Wikipedia'. Only idiots ever really read that crap. No, he needed something reliable. A credible source that would give him at least some comfort over actually believing that James was real, otherwise they were all crazy. Him, Kendall, and Carlos, yeah that was it. They were all just out of their minds. It must have been the weather. It had been irregularly hot this late in the season for Minnesota. Yeah, that made sense.

Finally after a few minutes of what felt like endless scrolling Logan found a site that perked his interest. Clicking on the link the webpage opened up, along with an eerie audio that started playing as soon as the page loaded that had Logan jumping out of his seat in fright. "Get ahold of yourself Logan." He moved as quickly as he could to silence his speakers before focusing on the text.

His eyes roved over the little black words as he squinted in the dark, retaining the information like water. The farther he read down the page the more his stomach started to squirm and not the good kind of squirming. Not like butterflies or the feeling he would get just before a sweet release. It was tiny little knives stabbing themselves in his intestines. Logan swore he was going to be sick. Everything he read just seemed so unbelievably real.

As soon as he was finished he looked up the author, Reginald Bitters, noting him to be a professor who specialized in findings and teachings of the supernatural. Reinforcing his thirst for knowledge Logan typed the professor's name in the search bar next, just to see what popped up.

Online he found an autobiography in which Bitters had written just recently. Logan scanned the endless text of the professor's own paranormal experiences, one in particular had Logan almost heaving after reading.

"Ghosts are lost souls condemned to plague the living with their hauntings. They are said to have lived unfulfilled lives, leading them to stay behind before being able to pass on. People hear a strange sound and instantly think, "Oh, it's just a ghost," and they proceed to laugh about their naivety. Not every little unexplained phenomenon in this world can be trailed back to these delicate creatures.

With the study of ghosts comes that of demons. Creatures summed up from the devil whose sole purpose is terrify humans to the point of insanity, leading to amassed suicide or even selling your soul to Satan in hopes of a better life. Demons are different from ghosts. Unlike ghosts, demons you can see, you can feel, you can hear. They have a way of getting under your skin and sinking in. Once you cross paths with a demon, you're stuck, forever in the world between that of life and death."

Logan was at the point of hyperventilation. Surely the information didn't seem like much, could even be considered a snippet of a horror story in the making. Except for the one sentence that seemed etched in the back of Logan's mind. "Demons you can see, you can feel, you can hear." Maybe Logan was going insane, but that explained exactly what James was. They had interacted with him on a level that wasn't realistically possible for a ghost. Then again was any of this realistic anymore?

Unable to calm himself Logan closed his laptop and flopped over onto his bed. Pulling the sheet up until it covered his head he buried his face into his pillow, trying to forget about everything he had just read. If anything he had just stirred up way more trouble than need be. He was forcing himself to believe things that a few weeks ago he would have debated never existed. Nothing was making sense anymore.

Closing his eyes Logan cleared his mind, doing everything and anything he could to bring about sleep. He counted sheep and even tried to imagine himself asleep in hopes that it would eventually happen. The last thing he remembered before drifting off an hour or so later was staring up at the ceiling with three different faces staring back at him. One being the soft smile of Carlos, another being the strong jawed and cocky smirk of Kendall, and the last being that of a devilish sneer hidden behind a mask of James' perfect features. Truth be told he was lucky he fell asleep at all.


There was about an hour left until dawn when James sneaked out of Kendall's living room where he and Carlos were sleeping soundly side by side in separate sleeping bags. Before he left he placed a soft kiss to Kendall's temple. He couldn't argue the fact at how cute the blonde looked as he slept all snuggled and warm and at peace. The sight brought a sad smile to James' lips as he departed.

Unlike the night before it didn't take him as long to reach Logan's house. Actually it barely took him ten seconds. He was so excited to fuck with the brunette's head he simply 'popped' himself over there as if it were nothing, as if he had just disapparated.

Standing outside of Logan's house an eerie smile came to tug at the edge of James' lips. The driveway was empty exempt for Logan's little Camaro. Perfect, he thought. This way his parents won't hear him scream.

Making his way into the house James made sure to shut the door behind him quietly, along with the door that led to Logan's bedroom. He didn't want to disturb the little bunny as he slept peacefully in his bed. James couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of the brunette in his bed. "Having naughty dreams are we?" he whispered softly into the night. He moved to hover over Logan's face, taking in the detail of his eyes, and the way they rolled around rapidly underneath the closed lids. Rapid eye movement. My little bunny is dreaming. I wonder what about.

Ever so slowly James transformed himself into being invisible once again. Then, pressing a delicate finger to Logan's forehead, James was sucked into the brunette's mind. There he was able to see inside Logan's mind. Within seconds he could figure out Logan's deepest darkest secrets and what things made him tick. And according to his dream, James knew exactly what that 'tick' was.


Logan's breathing was heavy. His chest rose and fell with every fresh intake of oxygen as though his lungs were being depleted of it. He had his back resting against his wooden headboard as he smiled down at the boy before him.

The blonde head bobbed up and down at a steady pace. Logan egged him on. "Ohhh Kenny. Fasterrr Kenny." For a moment the blonde popped up, a string of saliva connecting his lips to Logan's red, hardened member.

"Like that Logie? Like me sucking your dirty little cock."

Logan chuckled. "Little? I think you're wrong."

Kendall only rolled his green eyes and laughed at Logan. "I'm sorry. Your dirty giant cock."

Logan shook his head. "Nope. Still doesn't sound right."

"Massive?" Kendall asked, dark eyebrows shooting up into his hairline.

"A little better."

"How about fucking colossal."

"Much better. Now don't blue ball me Blondie."

Blondie. James was practically seething. That was his nickname for Kendall. No one else was allowed to call him that, unless they had a death wish, and lately it seemed like Logan did. James watched as Kendall continued sucking, placing kitten licks along Logan's shaft and humming as he took the brunette all the way in. He watched as Logan quivered, his fingers tangling deep in the depths of Kendall's blonde hair, mussing it up in such a way, that had James been living it would have even caused tightness in his own pants.

Fucking little pervert. He almost couldn't watch as Kendall sucked Logan off, no matter how unreal it was. He knew Kendall would never go for Logan, especially not when he was in the picture. Kendall had no choice but to choose James. After one unbearably loud slurp James lost it. How about this for a dream, huh little bunny?

Logan was lost deep in a bottomless pit of pleasure. He was so close to going over, to spilling everything he had into the blonde's mouth when suddenly everything changed. He felt a breeze touch his most sensitive areas, causing him to open his eyes, only when he did he wished he never had. No longer was Kendall there, giving him everything he dreamed of. Instead the blonde's body was overtaken with creepy, crawling spiders. The black, eight-legged freaks jumped from Kendall's limp and lifeless body to scuttle along his legs and stomach and arms. With every new spider that covered his body, Logan cried out in agonizing pain as their pinchers broke his flesh, biting and clawing at him as if he were the main course in a feast. He was screaming. Screaming for anyone to come and help. And as he screamed James stood in the shadows with a smile along the likes of the Cheshire cat displayed along those thin lips of his.


"Ahhh!" Logan screamed, tossing and turning and fighting to wake up. James' exited his mind almost as soon as he entered. As soon he gave back Logan the power to control his own thoughts Logan sat up in bed, huffing and puffing and clutching at his chest in hopes to catch his breath. His heart was beating a million miles per minute and he swore he was going to have a heart attack. There was nothing worse than spiders. He hated spiders, no matter how big or small.

In his tiny confined bedroom Logan glanced around the room, only to find James looming over the edge of his bed with that same Cheshire grin on his face. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Logan cried, wishing he had something, anything to chuck at James. Wishing he could cause him some sort of physical pain.

"Now now little bunny. That's no way to treat a guest. Didn't your mommy ever teach you manners?" James smile only widened at Logan's disgusted countenance.

"I'm – I'm not your little bunny. Now what the hell are you doing here?"

James shook his head, his chestnut hair falling to shield his eyes. The little fucker would never learn, no matter how smart he seemed to be. "Tsk tsk. Would you prefer little rabbit? I think I like bunny better though. Makes you seem more…more helpless, weaker in fact. I like you weak and unstable."

"What the fuck? Can you leave? Get the hell out of here."

James sighed loudly, taking a step forward instead of a step behind. "See little bunny, I can't do that. You see, there's this little guy who seems to be getting in everyone's way. He's fucking everything up. Ruining a relationship with his best friend, who now by the way hates him."

"Carlos doesn't hate me." Logan seethed, what he wouldn't do to wring James' neck at a time like this.

"Such an egotistical little bunny you are. Why would I ever say such things about you? Even though you're right, you always are, aren't you little bunny? Gotta stick that little nose of yours in everyone else's business don't ya?"

"Stop fucking calling me that! God James what the hell do you want?"

"I'm just trying to have some fun. Aren't you having fun little bunny? You seem a little cranky. Maybe you need a treat. Want a carrot? Will a carrot settle my little bunny's stomach?" James was having way too much fun with this. It took everything he had not to laugh at the look on Logan's face. The boy wanted to murder James. Such a shame he was already dead.

And then he was screaming. Logan was screaming as loud as he could, knowing someone had to hear him. His parents had to be home by now. Maybe the neighbors, anybody at a time like this would be wonderful. "No one's going to hear you little bunny, and you wanna know why?"

"Enlighten me. Please I'd love to know why."

"Well you don't have to be so sarcastic. You're being a little bit of bitch you know that? And no one can hear you because no one's home. You're all alone stuck here with me, your new best friend."

Logan rolled his eyes and choked just to hide the laugh that rose up. "Yeah right."

"Why you gotta be like that little bunny? Don't you wanna be friends with me? It's not like you have any left. What with Carlos hating you and all."

"He doesn't hate me. You don't know anything. You're just a dumb little demon." James' eyes flashed red at the word. "Yeah that's right. Demon."

"Well it looks like you are as smart as they say. Tell me little bunny how'd you figure it all out?" James moved to sit at the end of Logan's bed, positively sneering at the way Logan pulled his legs to his chest out of fright.

"Google. This strange thing, it's way past your time. You wouldn't understand. The only thing I'd like to know is why. Why'd you do it James?"

At first James had no idea what Logan was talking about. There were a lot of things James had done that weren't exactly the best decisions he could made. Like that night he snuck into his parents' room when he was nothing more than a shadow. It was after they had moved on from him and all the disgrace he had brought upon the Diamond name. He stood in the doorway to their bedroom, watching them sleep peacefully. It was such a shame they died that night. Police deemed it the works of a house fire, but James knew better. He took the ax, swinging once just for emphasis. He wanted to watch them die. Watch as they screamed for help, their lives already slipping out of their grasps as they each took a second blow, that time to the head. And as he did it James' laughed. It was a sick and twisted laugh, almost maniacal in a way. And it was. Once they were dead, their lifeless bodies lying limp in a pool of blood James set the bed on the fire, watching the smoke rise and the ashes burn. They were nothing, just like him.

"James? James!" Logan brought James back out of the distant memory. Logan didn't like the look on James' face at all. It had him practically seizing as he cowered underneath his sheet. Nothing good could come from a look like that.

"Yeah?" He asked, his voice darker than what it had been before. The red was still in his eyes, like a fire slowly burning its way into his irises.

"Why'd you do it?"

"Do what little bunny?"

"Sell your soul."

If James' heart had still been beating it would have surely stopped in that moment. "Now little bunny, why would I go and do a thing like that?"

"Because you have no soul."

James laughed. He tilted his head back and guffawed at the positively quaking boy before him. "Just because I lack a soul doesn't mean I sold it bunny."

Logan wasn't believing a word of it. Behind that raging fire in James' once hazel eyes was fear. Maybe, just maybe Logan had won over the upper hand he had been hoping for. It was all he could hope for now. "You're lying."

As soon as the words escaped his lips James was gone. He vanished before him and Logan sighed. He was gone.

"Really little bunny? Why would I lie to you? I thought we were friends."

If Logan had screamed before it was nothing compared to this. He was screeching now. It wasn't until he felt a strong hand clamp around his throat that he shut his mouth.

"Little screamer aren't you little bunny? I like screamers." James let go of the hold he had on Logan and jumped back, showing himself once more. "Scream like that again, and I'll kill you."

"Kendall would hate you. Carlos would hate you. Everyone would hate you."

James only laughed. He never knew Logan could be so funny. "Really? I made my parents' murder a secret. What makes you think I can't do the same to you?"

Logan was shaking so much James was surprised he didn't combust at the sight. Maybe wet his pants yeah, James knew he was terrifying. "W-What did y-y-you do to your pa-parents?"

"Shhh little bunny. No need to worry about them; dead and gone and buried six feet under, just where they belong. You don't want to join them, do you?"

Logan shook his head back and forth frantically. "N-n-n-n-n-no I d-don't."

"That's good." James sauntered back over to the head of Logan's bed and pat the top of his head rather softly. "Such a good little pet you are. Now what was it you asked me earlier?"

"Why d-d-did you sell your s-soul?" Logan's teeth chattered as he spoke, his tongue slipping and his teeth clamping down on the muscle, leaving Logan crying out in pain.

"Silly little bunny. Be careful. Now, why do you think I sold my soul? Why would you sell your soul?"

Logan couldn't believe it. James was actually admitting to it. He almost wanted to punch himself in the face for not recording this. There was no way anyone would believe him. Not that they'd listen either way, especially if James was right and Carlos really did hate him. "I wouldn't."

"But you would. Everyone has their price."

"I don't. I'm not a fuck up like you."

James sighed, "You really wanna know little bunny?" Logan nodded. "I never planned to do it. It just sort of happened. I was taking my sweet time, walking home from school one day. The longer I took, the longer I had to wait until I became my dad's personal punching bag. One day, right after a long day of teasing and torturing from the kids at school I took a different way home. And it was as if someone turned off the sun. Everything turned dark as soon as I stepped down that one alley, but it didn't even register in my mind to turn around. No instead I kept on walking, whistling as I did. It was a sad tone mind you. Those weren't happy times." James paused for a bit of dramatic effect before delving deeper into the story. "So as I'm walking, I come across an old man. Such a poor old man, dressed in rags. His clothes were ripped and torn from his frail body; his skin was blackened from the dirt. It was the first time in a long time I felt sorry for someone other than myself. I stopped, asking if he needed any help, and well he looked up at me and everything just sort of, went blank. It was like I was in a trance. He was speaking a language I didn't understand, some sort of foreign tongue. But I couldn't help nodding along to everything he said. It wasn't until he said the four words I knew that I answered. I still remember it now. 'What do you want?' and my response was simple, 'love'."

Logan couldn't believe it. James actually had a heart at some point in his life. "Anyway, he slit a blade across my wrist and dabbed my blood along a dirty old sheet of paper. It didn't even hurt. And as soon as my blood was spent the wound healed itself as if nothing had happened. And just like that the old man disappeared. Next thing I know I'm writing a letter that makes absolutely no sense. Those weren't my words, the ones that Kendall read from my note. I was told to write them. I was hypnotized. No sooner than that was I dead."

There was a brief second that Logan felt sorry for James; that was until he was being pinned up against his headboard with James' hand clamped around his throat again. "Tell anyone, and I'll kill you. Tell Kendall and I'll make you suffer, and then I'll kill you. Got it little bunny?"

Logan nodded hysterically, just begging that James would lessen his hold on his neck. He could feel his lips beginning to turn blue. It took that long until James deemed him worthy of letting go. "I won't tell a soul James."

"Good." James stepped backwards slowly towards Logan's door. With a hand on the knob James grinned that Cheshire smile once again. "Sleep tight my little bunny. Don't let the bed bugs bite." And at the snap of his fingers Logan's body was covered in spiders, and James only laughed as he departed, leaving the boy writhing and wriggling in his bed. Little bunny learned his lesson.