Hush
Summary: How has life been for Dennis Rafkin? Someone once said a child losses his innocence once he realises he is someday going to die. What happens when from the beginning you were considered a freak? School would be hell! Follow the life of this awkward little boy, afraid of people and afraid of himself.
A/N: Hello all! I'm a nervous new fic writer on ff.net. *blush* this is my first Thir13en Ghosts fic and it's probably gonna flop but I'm gonna have a go anyway. It's kind of set before the movie like an intro into the life of the complex character Dennis Rafkin and is the result of reading a ton of fics, have pity on me!!! If anyone has any suggestions email me them or post them in a review box or something!
'Yo! It's Dennis, ya know, Dennis! I'm a touch nervous (did ya see the joke? A TOUCH nervous... tough crowd.) about using this hi-tech walky-talky thing that he over there says is a "Dictaphone" (Did I say it right?). You see in school I never learnt how to write, actually everyone in my class learnt how to write apart from me of course. What makes me so special? Oh you know, just a little bit strange from my whole psychotic fucked up life, lets start at the beginning shall we?
Year 1975: Location: California
"Hey Les!" Leslie Carter turned round, her face broke into a smile when she seen her out-going, class-clown boyfriend who quickly caught up with the brunette
"Ah where the fair lady doth goest on this fair evening...est? "He said bowing to her in the embarrassing sort of way that boyfriends think is funny
"Ah gentle lord, thou have scared me shitless" Leslie added feigning mock shock "Cut the Shakespeare crap Chris!" she playfully slapped her boyfriend who grinned.
Christian Rafkin was anything but a Christian, tall and lanky with short brown hair with an attitude to make his mother wail in despair he was a genuine "class-clown" right from day one. Leslie on the other hand was as average height for a 20 year old, with longish brown hair that she learnt to tame and small blue eyes, she enjoyed studying and learning in general much to the "excitement" of Chris.
Left school and studying psychology at university they had instantly fallen in love and had been together for 2 years.
"Well, my little Les, you're going to love it! First we go to James and Julie's party, and then we go to our own! It's the perfect plan! ... What?"
"What day is it on Saturday?" Leslie asked monotone
"It's Halloween!" he joyfully proclaimed "The day for begging for candy but egging the houses anyway!"
"Yes but what happens on Halloween?" she asked as if speaking to a rather slow child
"You disappear for the day!" he saying despairingly "But you're not this year!"
"Sorry Chris. I have to go!" Leslie said smiling slightly "You know what my parents are like"
"You know if I didn't love you enough I'd never let you go" he said seriously "PLEASE BLOW OF YOUR PARENTS!" he finished jumping up like the jack-in-a-box he wanted to be
"I can't Chris!" Leslie said kissing him "It's important to them"
"I know" he laughed walking away
"You don't know" Leslie whispered to herself.
'You see, my mother Leslie wasn't the most ordinary person in the world. Actually that's not fully true; she was the most un-ordinary person in the world. Coming from a long line of "Witch Doctors" who were apparently waiting for someone to avenge their spirits allegedly but let's not get of track. Mum wasn't ordinary, yeah? Every Halloween, Easter, Christmas and summer she spent it with her parents learning how to control a "psychic flow" as it was called, she could do stuff, like bend spoons and shit but "not one soul could she tell until from her life another fell" according to her parents, that basically means she couldn't tell anyone until she had a kid. Hey and guess what was the result! That would be me. Three years after my mum and dad first met, he proposed to her during a wedding engagement of her best friend Julie and she gladly accepted, on their honeymoon I was made! Yay go me!
"Dennis can you hang on a minute, my tape has run out. I need to change it"
Summary: How has life been for Dennis Rafkin? Someone once said a child losses his innocence once he realises he is someday going to die. What happens when from the beginning you were considered a freak? School would be hell! Follow the life of this awkward little boy, afraid of people and afraid of himself.
A/N: Hello all! I'm a nervous new fic writer on ff.net. *blush* this is my first Thir13en Ghosts fic and it's probably gonna flop but I'm gonna have a go anyway. It's kind of set before the movie like an intro into the life of the complex character Dennis Rafkin and is the result of reading a ton of fics, have pity on me!!! If anyone has any suggestions email me them or post them in a review box or something!
'Yo! It's Dennis, ya know, Dennis! I'm a touch nervous (did ya see the joke? A TOUCH nervous... tough crowd.) about using this hi-tech walky-talky thing that he over there says is a "Dictaphone" (Did I say it right?). You see in school I never learnt how to write, actually everyone in my class learnt how to write apart from me of course. What makes me so special? Oh you know, just a little bit strange from my whole psychotic fucked up life, lets start at the beginning shall we?
Year 1975: Location: California
"Hey Les!" Leslie Carter turned round, her face broke into a smile when she seen her out-going, class-clown boyfriend who quickly caught up with the brunette
"Ah where the fair lady doth goest on this fair evening...est? "He said bowing to her in the embarrassing sort of way that boyfriends think is funny
"Ah gentle lord, thou have scared me shitless" Leslie added feigning mock shock "Cut the Shakespeare crap Chris!" she playfully slapped her boyfriend who grinned.
Christian Rafkin was anything but a Christian, tall and lanky with short brown hair with an attitude to make his mother wail in despair he was a genuine "class-clown" right from day one. Leslie on the other hand was as average height for a 20 year old, with longish brown hair that she learnt to tame and small blue eyes, she enjoyed studying and learning in general much to the "excitement" of Chris.
Left school and studying psychology at university they had instantly fallen in love and had been together for 2 years.
"Well, my little Les, you're going to love it! First we go to James and Julie's party, and then we go to our own! It's the perfect plan! ... What?"
"What day is it on Saturday?" Leslie asked monotone
"It's Halloween!" he joyfully proclaimed "The day for begging for candy but egging the houses anyway!"
"Yes but what happens on Halloween?" she asked as if speaking to a rather slow child
"You disappear for the day!" he saying despairingly "But you're not this year!"
"Sorry Chris. I have to go!" Leslie said smiling slightly "You know what my parents are like"
"You know if I didn't love you enough I'd never let you go" he said seriously "PLEASE BLOW OF YOUR PARENTS!" he finished jumping up like the jack-in-a-box he wanted to be
"I can't Chris!" Leslie said kissing him "It's important to them"
"I know" he laughed walking away
"You don't know" Leslie whispered to herself.
'You see, my mother Leslie wasn't the most ordinary person in the world. Actually that's not fully true; she was the most un-ordinary person in the world. Coming from a long line of "Witch Doctors" who were apparently waiting for someone to avenge their spirits allegedly but let's not get of track. Mum wasn't ordinary, yeah? Every Halloween, Easter, Christmas and summer she spent it with her parents learning how to control a "psychic flow" as it was called, she could do stuff, like bend spoons and shit but "not one soul could she tell until from her life another fell" according to her parents, that basically means she couldn't tell anyone until she had a kid. Hey and guess what was the result! That would be me. Three years after my mum and dad first met, he proposed to her during a wedding engagement of her best friend Julie and she gladly accepted, on their honeymoon I was made! Yay go me!
"Dennis can you hang on a minute, my tape has run out. I need to change it"