This is a love between a girl and the Jackal and I hadn't seen Th13teen Ghosts for a long time when I made this. There's a part in here that is completely off from the movie and I'm too lazy to change it. Just thought I'd warn you there. Enjoy!
Not All Ghost Stories Are Scary
I sat in the car and stared out the window in complete boredom. My name is Lydia Miller, I am 19-years-old, have black hair, blue/grey eyes, pale skin, and 5'5". I live with my mom and step-dad, unfortunately. It's not that they don't understand me or like my way of life or anything. When I was only 15, my step-dad raped me. When I told my mom she didn't believe me and started calling me a liar for it. We lost our bond shortly after that. I never will forgive her for not believing me or that asshole for raping me. I hate them both but I have nowhere else to go. Ever since he raped me, I lost my friends and became very distant. He had told me that if I ever told anyone about what he did, he'd kill me where I stood. I had nothing to live for but also had nothing to die for.
Right now, we're moving into this house that they seem so excited about. I could care less for what the house is like or what it's about. As long as I'm with them, I'm in Hell. We pull up to the house and I can see that it's made of a bunch of windows, it seems. Now that's not going to work out so greatly with me.
We get our stuff unpacked and I noticed many times that there was a basement. After everything was done, I grabbed one of my favorite paranormal books (Yes, I love things like that. It's quite an interesting subject that I find amazing) and a flashlight and head down to the basement. I find a place on a wall, lean up against it, and began reading. I know a lot about this kind of stuff it's not even funny! Okay, maybe a little but still I know a bunch about ghosts, spirits, and all the other things involving the unexplained.
I get really into the book when my eyes decided to wander for a second. I wanted to see what was around the room even if it's all glass. But what my flashlight landed on was something I never thought I could ever see. These people all bloody or decayed looking or just completely unnatural were stuck in these small rooms around me. I looked behind me and saw this guy with a cage over his head staring down at me.
"Oh my God," I whispered as I saw them all stare at me.
"She can see us?" a scarred naked girl asks.
"It appears so," says a man with a hammer.
"What do you want?" I ask.
"GET US OUT!" they scream while banging, scratching, or hitting the wall with whatever weapons they had. I looked around the room and tried finding a switch or a knob or something. There was nothing and I felt both hopeless and scared. Until I heard my mom coming down.
"Lydia, what the Hell is all this noise you're making?" Faintly I could hear her say "You lying bitch." I didn't want her to see them all here but then again, why not have her freak out a bit? The lights were turned on and all the people stared at my mom approaching.
"Well? Are you just going to stand there and stare at me? What's the noise about?"
"Can't you see them?"
"Who?"
"The people in the glass."
"It's no use," the caged man said, "She can't see us. She never will."
"What are you talking about?" I heard my mother ask, " Have you gone insane?" She came closer to me and I felt the glass against my back as she came closer. She slapped me and I fell to the ground, hearing her nails scratch against the wall behind me. Just when I thought she was going to go for number two, the wall behind me slid open and the caged man got out and clawed my mom to death. Literally! She was nothing but a scratched bloody heap when I saw her.
The caged man looked at me and smiled while I stared back in both astonishment and fear.
"What are you?"
"If you can't already see, we're ghosts."
"You mean, you're all dead?"
"That's correct. But what's surprising is that you can see us without any help."
"Does this mean I'm psychic?"
"It's possible." That's pretty nice right now, actually. But it just occured to me that he could kill me too right now if he wanted.
"Are you going to kill me?"
"No. I just need you to get everyone else out. You can try to see what's in that room over there." He pointed at another glass room. I went inside and found a bunch of knobs that looked like they could be pushed down. I pulled one down and a door opened for the cut up naked girl. I pulled another and a burnt woman with an IV exited. I pulled them down one by one, until all the ghosts were released. Many of them ran off into the night except for the caged man.
"Aren't you going to leave?"
"Not without giving you something in return."
"What is it?" He touches the part of my face where it got hit and rubbed it softly. He then leaned down and gave me a kiss. In a flash, I saw him when he was alive. It was both sad and cruel: The death that usually causes a human to become a ghost. His name was Ryan Kuhn but he's now known as the Jackal.
I suddenly wondered if he could see everything that happened to me and if so, what could he do? He broke the kiss and I saw a very angry expression on his face.
Before any of us could speak, my step-dad came down with an officer. Apperantly, while I was down here, he saw what happened to Mom and called the police. They took both of us down to the station and questioned us about the death. My step-dad blames me for the bad relationship between us but it was much more than that.
I wasn't about to let them know about the ghosts that use to be in our basement.
"What do you have to say about this, Miss Miller?"
"I admit I did it but only for one reason."
"And that was?"
"Because...Because..." I can do this now. "Because that man sitting beside me raped me at 15 and my mother thought I was lying this whole time."
"Is this true?"
"You can either believe me now or find another body in your morgue."
"You bitch!" I heard my step-dad say next to me. I didn't bother looking at him. I can already tell he's mad but what can he do? We're in a police station.
"I told you I'd kill you for speaking a word of that. You will pay!" I was wrong about that. As I looked over at him, he pulled the trigger to his gun and all I saw was blood and darkness loom over me...
...As I awoke, the Jackal was the first thing I saw.
"What happened?"
"You're step-dad killed you in front of the police. Take a look." He showed me a piece of glass and I could see this huge bullet hole in my head. I couldn't believe it. I was dead and now I had nothing to even look forward to in this cruel afterlife. Well, except the Jackal.
"You kept me here when I was going to Heaven, didn't you?" He laughed at this.
"Oh, would I do a horrible thing like that?" We both laughed and I held onto him.
"I love you."
"I love you, too." He kissed me again and this time, it was better than when I was alive. When he broke it he smiled sadistically at me.
"Hey, if you want to, we can get your step-dad before his exicution arrives."
"That sounds like a very pleasent idea, Ryan." He took my hand and we went over to his cell, where I gladly took the pride in crushing his head into the wall. After that, my afterlife was great. I was dead but at least I was with Ryan for eternity.
