Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in 13 ghosts....Tho it would be
really cool if I did.
N/A- I know there are tons of Fanfic on this movie, but i love the movie!!!
Dennis Rafkin stood in the doorway of Cyrus Kritico's mansion. Why was he doing
this anyway? Oh yeah, he needed the money. The first ghost hadn't even been caught
and already he was having second thoughts. Or thirds. Cyrus was going to pay him good.
Or at least he better. Dennis thought grumpily.
"Ready Dennis my boy?" Cyrus walked into the room with a small cane in his hand.
"Ready? I don't think i'll ever be ready." Dennis shook his head.
"Then onward we go." Cyrus closed the door behind him.
"So what are we catching today?" Dennis asked.
"His name is Billy Micheals. He and his little friend were playing cowboy
and indians with real arrows. His friend accidentally shot him straight through the head."
Cyrus looked a bit concerned.
"How old was he?" Dennis grimaced.
"Seven." Cyrus just nodded.
"Eek. So where are we headed?" Dennis looked at his surroundings.
"To the Micheals' home. His parents decided to leave the neighborhood. We
have permission to go and look about." Cyrus held out a indian shapped toy.
"Whats that?" Dennis didn't want to touch it.
"This was Billy's. I need you to touch it. We need to locate him." Cyrus demanded.
Hesatantly Dennis touched it.
He saw a little boy, with his friend, laughing, and screaming. Suddenly the screaming
was from pain. Billy he assumed was on the floor with blood everywhere. His mother rushed in, and dialed 911.
It was too late, little Billy was dead. He now walks around with an arrow through his head,
and a hatchet in his pocket. His eyes were always glaring. He now haunted the house where he lived.
"Oh god." Dennis came back to reality.
"What is it? What did you see?" Cyrus asked impaitently.
"He's at his house. He doesn't want anyone near it. He's mad as hell." Dennis explained.
"I'm sorry you had to witness his death." Cyrus patted him on the back.
"Nothing new." Dennis looked down.
They arrived at the house only to be met by many workers.
"Who are they?" Dennis asked.
"You think it's going to be easy to catch this little one?" Cyrus asked.
Dennis looked up at this cage the workers were hauling out of a truck.
It was complete glass, with gold writing on the interior and exterior.
"What the hell?" Dennis asked.
"Our cage." Cyrus explained as he set down a set of bow and arrows.
"You expect him to stay? Hah." Dennis laughed.
"It has latin containment spells so he can't get out." Cyrus looked pleased.
"Here." A worker handed him a pair of glasses.
"What are these?" Dennis asked.
"How else do you expect to see Billy?" Cyrus laughed, as Dennis put on the glasses and came face to face with
a little cowboy.
"Hi, little Billy." Dennis backed up.
All of a sudden the Cowboy's face jerked to a worker that made a wrong move. Billy rushed to the worker, and stared
at him. The worker looked terrified. All at once, Billy took out his hatchet and slashed the workers head. The worker
shrivled and was on the ground.
Gasps were heard everywhere.
Dennis looked to Cyrus who was grimicing, but pushed a button on a tape player.
Some wierd chants were heard. Billy looked at the cage and spotted the arrow set. He grinned, like he had an idea.
Billy dashed to the cage, and grabbed the arrow set. He was about to dash out when the cage closed.
"Got you my friend." Cyrus smiled.
"Dude, what the fuck is you're problem?" Dennis asked, taking off the glasses.
"Some sacrifices must be made." Cyrus shrugged.
"Your sick." Dennis scoffed.
"Be at my place tomorrow. We shall catch ourselves another ghost." Cyrus snortted.
N/A- please review!!!!!!!
really cool if I did.
N/A- I know there are tons of Fanfic on this movie, but i love the movie!!!
Dennis Rafkin stood in the doorway of Cyrus Kritico's mansion. Why was he doing
this anyway? Oh yeah, he needed the money. The first ghost hadn't even been caught
and already he was having second thoughts. Or thirds. Cyrus was going to pay him good.
Or at least he better. Dennis thought grumpily.
"Ready Dennis my boy?" Cyrus walked into the room with a small cane in his hand.
"Ready? I don't think i'll ever be ready." Dennis shook his head.
"Then onward we go." Cyrus closed the door behind him.
"So what are we catching today?" Dennis asked.
"His name is Billy Micheals. He and his little friend were playing cowboy
and indians with real arrows. His friend accidentally shot him straight through the head."
Cyrus looked a bit concerned.
"How old was he?" Dennis grimaced.
"Seven." Cyrus just nodded.
"Eek. So where are we headed?" Dennis looked at his surroundings.
"To the Micheals' home. His parents decided to leave the neighborhood. We
have permission to go and look about." Cyrus held out a indian shapped toy.
"Whats that?" Dennis didn't want to touch it.
"This was Billy's. I need you to touch it. We need to locate him." Cyrus demanded.
Hesatantly Dennis touched it.
He saw a little boy, with his friend, laughing, and screaming. Suddenly the screaming
was from pain. Billy he assumed was on the floor with blood everywhere. His mother rushed in, and dialed 911.
It was too late, little Billy was dead. He now walks around with an arrow through his head,
and a hatchet in his pocket. His eyes were always glaring. He now haunted the house where he lived.
"Oh god." Dennis came back to reality.
"What is it? What did you see?" Cyrus asked impaitently.
"He's at his house. He doesn't want anyone near it. He's mad as hell." Dennis explained.
"I'm sorry you had to witness his death." Cyrus patted him on the back.
"Nothing new." Dennis looked down.
They arrived at the house only to be met by many workers.
"Who are they?" Dennis asked.
"You think it's going to be easy to catch this little one?" Cyrus asked.
Dennis looked up at this cage the workers were hauling out of a truck.
It was complete glass, with gold writing on the interior and exterior.
"What the hell?" Dennis asked.
"Our cage." Cyrus explained as he set down a set of bow and arrows.
"You expect him to stay? Hah." Dennis laughed.
"It has latin containment spells so he can't get out." Cyrus looked pleased.
"Here." A worker handed him a pair of glasses.
"What are these?" Dennis asked.
"How else do you expect to see Billy?" Cyrus laughed, as Dennis put on the glasses and came face to face with
a little cowboy.
"Hi, little Billy." Dennis backed up.
All of a sudden the Cowboy's face jerked to a worker that made a wrong move. Billy rushed to the worker, and stared
at him. The worker looked terrified. All at once, Billy took out his hatchet and slashed the workers head. The worker
shrivled and was on the ground.
Gasps were heard everywhere.
Dennis looked to Cyrus who was grimicing, but pushed a button on a tape player.
Some wierd chants were heard. Billy looked at the cage and spotted the arrow set. He grinned, like he had an idea.
Billy dashed to the cage, and grabbed the arrow set. He was about to dash out when the cage closed.
"Got you my friend." Cyrus smiled.
"Dude, what the fuck is you're problem?" Dennis asked, taking off the glasses.
"Some sacrifices must be made." Cyrus shrugged.
"Your sick." Dennis scoffed.
"Be at my place tomorrow. We shall catch ourselves another ghost." Cyrus snortted.
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