After the unfortunate incidents with that terrible house of glass,
the Kriticos family left, for good, taking with them select items from
Cryus' collections. Arthur had been right in assuming the enormous value
on such objects, and, with the money they obtained from selling these
items, Arthur and his family were able to live comfortably for quite some
time. They told no one of the horrors in their inherited abode, and it sat
there, still, secluded deep within the woods. It's metal frame like a sad
skeleton devoid of life and the greatness it had been built to represent
and attain. However, one might recall a certain suitcase, a certain black
suitcase that had served as a trigger for the whole mechanism known as the
Ocularis Infernum. In leaving this house of horrors, the Kirticos family
also left behind this object and it's contents. It is of particular
interest to us, because it was this unimaginable sum of money that allowed
the following events in this story, which I shall recount, to you, to
occur.
One might recall as well, two deaths that occurred that night, one being the demise of the late Cyrus Kriticos, the other being the untimely death of one Dennis Rafkin. What happened after Dennis was brutally murdered, well, we shall see. But, before I begin, I want to tell you what happened to the great Cyrus himself. Cyrus' spirit remained at the site of his beloved house, his life's work, because he was unable to leave it, even after death. Not long afterwards, a small woman discovered the houses remains. Now, Dennis Rafkin was not the only one to ever possess certain "gifts." This woman, Maureen Anderson, also had psychic abilities. Needless to say, she came across that rather disgruntled spirit of Cyrus Kriticos, and, to make a long story short, the two somehow devised a way to bring him back. Yes, Cyrus lived once more. The details are completely lost to everyone except said psychic and man. Determined for greatness, Cyrus set upon, once again, the path he had worked towards his whole life.
After acquiring the suitcase mention earlier, a certain ancient book, a certain reel of spells and as many pairs of spectral viewers as there was left, Cyrus was ready to rise once again nearly to his former glory. Rebuilding the house and Ocularis took a considerable amount of time and occupied much of his mind. However, not long afterwards, like and itch, small at first, but growing, Cyrus felt the need to "hunt" once again. After a small amount of research, he decided exactly where to begin anew in his hunt to recapture the twelve spirits he required.
((Didn't think Thirteen Ghosts was a particularly great movie, but it spawned an interesting idea for a fic. Here is the intro. The rest of the story isn't written in this fashion, I just felt like starting it out that way. Anyways, Chapters 1,2,and 3 are all written, but need to be typed up. Stay tuned for more. ))
One might recall as well, two deaths that occurred that night, one being the demise of the late Cyrus Kriticos, the other being the untimely death of one Dennis Rafkin. What happened after Dennis was brutally murdered, well, we shall see. But, before I begin, I want to tell you what happened to the great Cyrus himself. Cyrus' spirit remained at the site of his beloved house, his life's work, because he was unable to leave it, even after death. Not long afterwards, a small woman discovered the houses remains. Now, Dennis Rafkin was not the only one to ever possess certain "gifts." This woman, Maureen Anderson, also had psychic abilities. Needless to say, she came across that rather disgruntled spirit of Cyrus Kriticos, and, to make a long story short, the two somehow devised a way to bring him back. Yes, Cyrus lived once more. The details are completely lost to everyone except said psychic and man. Determined for greatness, Cyrus set upon, once again, the path he had worked towards his whole life.
After acquiring the suitcase mention earlier, a certain ancient book, a certain reel of spells and as many pairs of spectral viewers as there was left, Cyrus was ready to rise once again nearly to his former glory. Rebuilding the house and Ocularis took a considerable amount of time and occupied much of his mind. However, not long afterwards, like and itch, small at first, but growing, Cyrus felt the need to "hunt" once again. After a small amount of research, he decided exactly where to begin anew in his hunt to recapture the twelve spirits he required.
((Didn't think Thirteen Ghosts was a particularly great movie, but it spawned an interesting idea for a fic. Here is the intro. The rest of the story isn't written in this fashion, I just felt like starting it out that way. Anyways, Chapters 1,2,and 3 are all written, but need to be typed up. Stay tuned for more. ))