What Should Not Be Seen
By: Ichigo
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Thir13en Ghosts even though I wish I did. *Sniffle*
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Laura had always loved to be scared out of her wits. She couldn't really explain why. Sometimes she said it was 'just for the adrenaline rush' and at other times she would say 'it was the greatest feeling in the world.' Laura gave a stubborn snort. 'Yeah...this is really scary.' She thought. Figures there would be nothing left to scare her in the good-for- nothing burnt down asylum. She cursed angrily under her breath about wasting her time before she walked boldly through what was left of this place. What was left of the crumbling walls had black stains on the off- white paint and there were chips of wood and plaster on the dull, cracked marble floor. Whenever she thought hard enough, she could picture this place burning down, the screams of the doctors and nurses as they fled to safety in the outside world. She could also picture the escapes of the patients here, except for the one that had stayed behind. Ryan Kuhn. He was the reason she was here. She, of course, wanted to see if the stories were true, that the ghost of Ryan Kuhn really did haunt this area.
"This is dull..." Laura sighed with deep disappointment, placing her hands behind her head and glancing around the area.
Laura had made her way into what seemed like the check-in station of the place and gave the desk a rough kick with the side of her boot. It broke on impact, sending a smile straight to the teenager's rose petal lips. Laura was quite average looking though, so she wasn't considered 'pretty and popular.' Rather than letting that sort of talk get to her head, she had worked out most of her time, building up her stealth and strength. She had dark, chocolate-brown hair, with bangs before her eyes, tied back in a ponytail where it hung right below her shoulder blades, a skin complexion of a soft tan, and a nicely built body that was thin and lithe, a nice little advantage that she had whenever she got into trouble. Her eyes, though, were one of her best features. They were a light honey brown, with a touch of amber to them. They were encircled in coal, making the lighter color stand out more.
"Heh...this place is a little more worn out than expected..."
Smiling on ever still, she walked over to a rusted file cabinet which had a few burn marks, but nothing serious. Opening it up, she fingered through the files until she found a small map of the place.
"Excellent!" Laura squealed in excitement.
Laura had made it out of the main office in no time and was walking down the molded steps of the basement. She shifted her weight around almost every chance she could to avoid breaking the wood and falling through the stairs, possibly leading to her death.
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By: Ichigo
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Thir13en Ghosts even though I wish I did. *Sniffle*
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Laura had always loved to be scared out of her wits. She couldn't really explain why. Sometimes she said it was 'just for the adrenaline rush' and at other times she would say 'it was the greatest feeling in the world.' Laura gave a stubborn snort. 'Yeah...this is really scary.' She thought. Figures there would be nothing left to scare her in the good-for- nothing burnt down asylum. She cursed angrily under her breath about wasting her time before she walked boldly through what was left of this place. What was left of the crumbling walls had black stains on the off- white paint and there were chips of wood and plaster on the dull, cracked marble floor. Whenever she thought hard enough, she could picture this place burning down, the screams of the doctors and nurses as they fled to safety in the outside world. She could also picture the escapes of the patients here, except for the one that had stayed behind. Ryan Kuhn. He was the reason she was here. She, of course, wanted to see if the stories were true, that the ghost of Ryan Kuhn really did haunt this area.
"This is dull..." Laura sighed with deep disappointment, placing her hands behind her head and glancing around the area.
Laura had made her way into what seemed like the check-in station of the place and gave the desk a rough kick with the side of her boot. It broke on impact, sending a smile straight to the teenager's rose petal lips. Laura was quite average looking though, so she wasn't considered 'pretty and popular.' Rather than letting that sort of talk get to her head, she had worked out most of her time, building up her stealth and strength. She had dark, chocolate-brown hair, with bangs before her eyes, tied back in a ponytail where it hung right below her shoulder blades, a skin complexion of a soft tan, and a nicely built body that was thin and lithe, a nice little advantage that she had whenever she got into trouble. Her eyes, though, were one of her best features. They were a light honey brown, with a touch of amber to them. They were encircled in coal, making the lighter color stand out more.
"Heh...this place is a little more worn out than expected..."
Smiling on ever still, she walked over to a rusted file cabinet which had a few burn marks, but nothing serious. Opening it up, she fingered through the files until she found a small map of the place.
"Excellent!" Laura squealed in excitement.
Laura had made it out of the main office in no time and was walking down the molded steps of the basement. She shifted her weight around almost every chance she could to avoid breaking the wood and falling through the stairs, possibly leading to her death.
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