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Authors: Ryan Field

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glided across the room. Carl’s mouth fell open and he dropped the phone on the floor.

 

“What the fuck
are
you?” he asked.

 

“I told you. I’m the Ghost of Christmas Past,” the figure moaned. “I’ve come to

 

take you on a short journey. Touch my glove.”

 

Carl looked down at his naked body. “I can’t go anywhere like this. I’m not

 

wearing clothes. Are you crazy? Get the fuck out of my house. I don’t believe in ghosts,

 

you fucking loon. The dream with Marty wasn’t real. This isn’t real.”

 

The Ghost lifted both arms. The windows opened wide and the bed frame vibrated.

 

The bathroom door and the bedroom door began to swing back and forth all by

 

themselves. While the curtains blew forward and snow blew into the room, the small light

 

on the nightstand flickered on and off. When the television went on, the Ghost shouted,

 

“Come with me. Touch my hand.”

 

Carl stood there, staring at the moving doors. His knees felt weak and his lips

 

started to tremble. The ghost moved closer and shoved the black glove into his face. Carl

 

slowly lifted his right hand. His fingers moved toward the black glove. “If I touch your

 

hand, will you leave me alone?”

 

“Just touch it,” the Ghost moaned. “You don’t have a choice.” Carl took a shallow breath and pressed the tips of his fingers to the black leather

 

glove. In less than a moment, he was standing beside a familiar brick building. The Ghost

 

was on his left. They were both outside and there was snow on the ground. Carl spread

 

his arms apart and looked down at his body. He was still naked and he wasn’t even

 

slightly cold. He turned to the Ghost and said, “How can this be? I’m stark naked and I’m

 

standing in the snow and it feels like June.”

 

The Ghost was staring into a window that had been decorated with pine swags

 

and red Christmas bows. It didn’t answer Carl.

 

“Where are we?” Carl shouted. “This is insane.”

 

When the Ghost didn’t answer, Carl checked out the surroundings. The brick

 

building with white trim looked like a place he remembered well from his childhood,

 

Briarwood Manor. He’d grown up there. Carl’s father had died when Carl was young,

 

and his mother had taken a job at Briarwood Manor as head housekeeper for the wealthy

 

Briarwood family. Carl and his mother had lived in a small guest cottage behind the main

 

house.

 

“What are we doing at Briarwood?” Carl asked. “I haven’t been here in years, and

 

there’s a very good reason for that. I vowed I’d never return.”

 

The Ghost moaned, “Touch my glove and follow me.”

 

Carl figured he didn’t have much of a choice. A second after he touched his hand,

 

they were standing in the drawing room of the main house at Briarwood Manor. The

 

entire room was illuminated in soft light. Candles burned on the grand piano, a fire roared

 

in the fireplace, and a huge, ornate Christmas tree glowed in a tall bay window. There

 

were piles of perfectly wrapped gifts beneath the tree. People Carl hadn’t seen in more than fifteen years were singing at the piano. They were old friends, yet here they were

 

still young and innocent.

 

Carl rubbed his jaw and said, “I remember this night. It was the last Christmas

 

Eve party I ever went to at Briarwood Manor.” He knew it was the last Christmas Eve

 

party he’d attended, because each year Mrs. Briarwood chose a different theme for her

 

Christmas trees. On that particular year, she’d decided to have the tree decorated in all

 

gold with small white doves. At the time, he’d thought it was the best tree she’d ever

 

designed. The small yellow lights bounced off the gold ornaments. The little white doves

 

toned things down and added a sense of balance to the tree.

 

When an old female friend walked past Carl, he lowered his hands and covered

 

his private parts. She was carrying a drink and smiling at someone on the other side of the

 

room. He looked at the Ghost and said, “This is ludicrous. I’m standing here stark naked

 

and she didn’t even bat an eye.”

 

“They can’t see you,” the Ghost moaned. Then the Ghost lifted its right arm and

 

pointed to the other side of the room.

 

When Carl looked up, he saw a younger version of himself. The younger Carl was

 

holding a drink and talking to Victor Briarwood, Mr. and Mrs. Briarwood’s only child

 

and the heir to the Briarwood fortune. Victor was wearing a black suit that night, with a

 

white shirt open at the collar. His dark brown hair was parted on the side and thick,

 

straight chunks fell across his forehead. The younger version of Carl was wearing a dark

 

blue suit and a light blue shirt. He was smiling and laughing so hard his head fell back

 

over and over. Victor was smiling, too. And he was staring between Carl’s eyes and lips

 

with his large brown eyes. Carl glared at the ghost. “They can’t see or hear me?”

 

The ghost nodded, and then groaned, “No.”

 

Carl pressed his palm to his throat and crossed the room in his bare feet. He stood

 

in the middle of the party without being noticed by anyone, and stared at the younger

 

image of his body. His young face was so smooth and his eyes were so much brighter. He

 

hadn’t smiled that way in years.

 

He remembered this party well. He’d been a freshman in college that fall and this

 

had been the first time he’d been back to Briarwood since Labor Day. And it had also

 

been the first time he’d seen his best friend, Victor Briarwood, since the holiday. Carl’s

 

mother had passed away a year earlier and Carl had won a scholarship to a state college.

 

Victor had gone to Harvard and they hadn’t seen each other in months.

 

Carl looked at the Ghost and said, “Victor and I grew up here together. We were

 

inseparable. When my mother died, his family allowed me to live in the guest cottage and

 

finish high school until I went away to college. They treated me just like family. I haven’t

 

thought about them in years. I have thought about Victor often, but we lost touch.”

 

Then he frowned and looked around the room. He shook his head and said, “Look

 

at them all, laughing and joking and wasting their time at a Christmas party. A bunch of

 

fools. I’m glad I don’t have to deal with this sort of thing anymore. I’m so over it.”

 

The Ghost nodded, then pointed to the young images of Carl and Victor. The

 

pianist started playing a familiar old Christmas song and Victor looked into young Carl’s

 

eyes. If anyone else had been paying attention, they would have seen how much these

 

two young men loved each other. Young Carl whispered something into Victor’s ear and

 

Victor smiled. Then Victor looked around the room. When he saw that no one was watching, he lowered his hand and placed it quietly on young Carl’s ass. He squeezed his

 

ass a few times and made a motion to leave the room by tipping his head to the right.

 

Young Carl’s eyes dropped and he followed Victor to a garden door next to the

 

Christmas tree.

 

Carl and the Ghost watched both young men leave the party. No one else saw

 

them slip out the garden door. Carl shook his head and frowned. He remembered feeling

 

apprehensive that night. Victor had been extremely horny and he couldn’t wait to be

 

alone with Carl. There were so many people; it wasn’t easy to disappear. But Carl could

 

never say no to Victor Briarwood. Victor was the only man he’d ever known who could

 

make him do anything. Carl was glad those days were over. He’d been such an emotional,

 

romantic fool back then. He’d had to learn everything the hard way, especially that the

 

illusion of true love didn’t exist.

 

The Ghost lifted its arm and said, “Touch my glove.”

 

Carl took one more look at the Christmas party and said, “For once, I’ll be more

 

than happy to touch your creepy old hand. I’ve had about enough of this Christmas shit as

 

I can take. Let’s go.” Then he squared his shoulders and rested his fingers on top of the

 

black glove.

 

When Carl opened his eyes again, they were outside in the snow. At first, Carl

 

couldn’t figure out where they were. He and the Ghost were standing next to a brick wall.

 

It was dark; the trees and shrubs were thick. He heard the sound of laughter coming from

 

the left and he turned fast. He looked at the Ghost and said, “I think I know where we are.

 

These were the garages in Briarwood Manor.” Carl followed the sound of the laughter. He rounded a corner and crossed toward

 

the last garage door. It was open and there was a vintage Cadillac convertible parked

 

inside. He sighed and said, “There’s old Mr. Briarwood’s favorite car. He used to love to

 

take it out on sunny days in the summer. He was the original owner. Fifteen years ago,

 

that car had to be at least thirty years old.”

 

The Ghost nodded and pointed to the inside of the dark garage.

 

Carl hesitated for a moment, then stepped into the garage. The top of the car was

 

down and young Carl and Victor were sitting in the back seat. Victor put his arm around

 

young Carl and handed him a small package wrapped in gold foil and red ribbon. He

 

smiled and said, “I bought this for you. I hope you like it.” Then he kissed young Carl on

 

the lips and said, “Merry Christmas, baby. I love you.”

 

Young Carl handed Victor a package and said, “And this is for you. I couldn’t

 

afford anything expensive. But I wanted to get you something that you’d use and that

 

would make you think about me all the time.”

 

Older Carl looked at the Ghost of Christmas Past and frowned. “How could I have

 

ever been so young and so stupid? I wish I could walk up and smack my younger self in

 

the back of the head.”

 

When young Carl opened the small box, he pulled out a gold ring that was

 

shaped like a wedding band and said, “I love it, Victor. It’s perfect.”

 

Victor smiled and took the ring from young Carl. Then he reached for young

 

Carl’s right hand and slipped the gold band onto his ring finger. He kissed young Carl’s

 

finger and said, “It’s a perfect fit. Everything about this Christmas has been perfect. Even the song we just heard on the piano. I’m officially making that our own Christmas love

 

song.”

 

Young Carl threw his arms around Victor’s shoulders and said, “I’m never going

 

to take this ring off. I’ll wear it forever.” Then he kissed Victor on the lips and said,

 

“Now I feel terrible. You bought me an expensive ring, and I couldn’t afford to get you

 

anything even half as nice.”

 

Victor sat back and reached for the package. He tore the wrapping paper and said,

 

“I’m sure I’ll love it,” he said. He opened the flat box and pulled out an extra long black

 

scarf. He ran his large, thick fingers across the wool and smiled. “I love it,” he said. “And

 

I think I know how you can make this gift even better.”

 

Young Carl was staring at the gold ring on his finger. He looked up with bright

 

eyes and asked, “How?”

 

Victor leaned forward and licked his neck. “You can take off all your clothes now

 

and put the scarf around your pretty neck for me. I’d like to see you totally naked, with

 

nothing else but this scarf around your neck.”

 

Young Carl took a quick breath and said, “I’m not sure, Victor. I want to, but I’m

 

afraid someone will come in and find us. The house is filled with people. We could get

 

caught.”

 

Older Carl stepped closer to the car and shouted, “Don’t do it. This is a mistake.

 

Please don’t do it. You’ll both regret it for the rest of your lives.”

 

The Ghost of Christmas Past moaned and said, “They can’t hear you. You don’t

 

exist to them.” Victor slipped his hand under young Carl’s leg and said, “We’re safe. No one ever

 

comes in here at night. Besides, they’re all too drunk to even walk this far back without

 

falling over. We’re fine.”

 

Young Carl smiled and kissed Victor on the lips. “Close your eyes,” he said.

 

“And when you open them, I’ll only be wearing the scarf.”

 

While young Carl removed his clothes, Victor kept his eyes shut. He reached

 

forward to grab young Carl’s naked legs a few times, but young Carl pushed his hand

 

back each time. When he was naked and the scarf was around his neck, he said, “Now sit

 

back in the middle of the seat and spread your legs apart. We’re going to embrace

 

coitus
.” Then he laughed so hard he almost fell sideways. Carl and Victor had read a bad

 

gay novel once that poorly described a lovemaking scene with two men having what had

 

been described as “embracing coitus.” It had been written by a self-indulgent writer with

 

very little experience when it came to gay love. Ever since then, they joked about the

 

phrase.

 

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