Midnight ghosts

Every night it is the same. The clock slowly creeps closer and closer to midnight. With five minutes to go I begin my ritual. I remove my clothes, making it harder for them to see me. With each breath I take it is as if another demon has come to get my damned soul and I.
It's minutes before midnight and I know they will come. I take a shot of whiskey to calm the nerves. Then I hear them knock as the clOck strikes. They howl and call for me. False promises are given. I refuse to give in. Then a new demon as calling, one with a voice I know well.
Cody calls out to me with his voice of steel. My first born was taken as a sacrifice to the dark lord. I know I must not make a sound, if they hear me they will surely enter and take my soul. It has been year since I have seen my son. It killed his mother to know that her son had taken after me instead of her. I hear him calling out, "father, help me. Forgive me for my crimes." he wants forgiveness, and I almost give in and call out to him. He choose the life of the damned.
I look back to his birth. He was perfect in every way. He was identical to my brother, his hair was blonde, so blonde it seemed white. His eyes were as blue as the caribean sea. Then we saw the mark. He had been branded by the devil early on. The mark was black in color and took up most of his back. it was a cross upside down with a sideways "s". It matched my own devil mark.
Raising him was difficult, I had left him and his mother when he was just a few weeks old. She had the instructions to raise him with the good lords word. He refused to listen. I retuned when he was three, he was already gone.
Now here I sit with the son I abandoned at birth. He Only knows what the dark lord tells him. Yes, this is my nightmare. No one is here to comfort the demon who sold his soul.

"HOTEL"

.  Their faces were all pierced, yes I  am in the projects of the perfect world.  I arrive at the local motel, its barely nine in the morning. Usually this place is busy with the dealers and the whores. This early they are still asleep come tonight, well I can only imagine the things I will see. The room is filthy,, with unmade beds, and unclean showers. I walk into the bathroom, when I see myself in the mirror I have changed already. My eyes no longer have the harmless look of a boy. Instead a cold gleam in inside of them, as if the water had frozen over.  My eyes focus on my long brown hair, my brother had short blonde hair. I pull out the bleach. , and pour it over my head. After the long locks look like they are pure blonde I get out my knife. I clean it with bleach, washing away all the blood.  I then use it to cut away as much hair as possible. It seems weird to be doing this. I feel like I am my brother, and this bothers me.  My hair looks choppy I go and get my back, a razor is in there and I start to hack away at my hair once more. When I am done my hair is shorter than I have ever seen it.  I pour more bleach on and step in to the shower. The water looks the color of rust, it obviously hasn’t been used in ages.  I start to wash off. I look down at the floor, blood is mixing with the soap suds.  ,