Yes I started writing another story before I finished my other one. I've
had this idea floating in my head for quite a while though. Anyways hope
you all like it. And 13 ghost not mine don't sue....LOL
The smoke filled bar was empty save for the two drunken men playing pool, a couple celebrating something and a timid younger man in the far-left booth. His back was turned and he sat staring at the wall. He had a miller high life sitting in front of it. He starts to fidget with it. His fingers slowly rip the wrapper off of it. Slowly he took a sip. He laid his head back against the booth. He runs a hand threw his sandy blond hair and slowly lets out a deep sigh.
"Dennis why did you ever take this job?" He mutters to his self. Dennis knew why he took this job. He was to be paid a lot of money once it was finished. You see Dennis is what you would call a psychic. If he touches someone their whole life flashes in from of his eyes and if he goes near anything dead he goes into painful seizures.
A few months ago he was down on his luck. He was about to be evicted from his small one room apartment. He had no money, no job, and no friends. Life was rather bleak. Then one day a lawyer by the name of Ben moss showed up at his front door. Telling him that his client, some old man named Cyrus would pay him to help him find 12 ghost. At first he told the lawyer no way in hell. That was until he learned that each ghost caught meant a grand for him. So yes he took the job. It wasn't an easy task though. Cyrus didn't want to go get a few ghosts to show to his all his rich friends. No he had to go after the meanest and most violent of all ghosts the ones that live a tortured life and died a violent death.
They were a strange bunch to say the least. The young boy who had a arrow going threw his head, the prom queen who was killed by her prom king, the small mother and fat giant son, the beautiful nude girl who mutilated her body with hundreds of cuts in despair of thinking she would never be beautiful. Each one of them got a name from Cyrus: the first born son, the bound woman, and the angry princess. So for the last few months he traveled around the world helping Cyrus capture the ghost he needed. Cyrus needs him to pin point each location of the ghost to a T. It was always a rather painful experience each life flashing in front of his eyes. Today though today was different. It would be a day he would never forget.
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Dennis walked quietly down the darkened hallway. The floor groaned in protest threating to give way with ever step he took. He and three others where trying to find the ghost that Cyrus needed. Ahead of him the two men who Cyrus put in charge of this little trip walked quickly scanning rooms as they passed them. They where your typical " I'm hot shit" males. Dennis walked next to the only woman on the team. Her name was Melanie. Cyrus had hired her after they had captured the last ghost. She looked like she should of been walking down a runway in Paris modeling the newest fashions not walking threw a condemned turn of the century asylum looking for a ghost. Cyrus had ordered them to go find the ghost he called The Jackal giving Dennis only a name to go by, Ryan Kuhn.
"Will you hurry up I want to find this ghost and get out of here fast." The blonde man whose name was David yelled back at Dennis and the women.
"No shit this place gives me the creeps" the other man said Dennis remembered his name was Rick. His head ached horribly. Screams of pain fear and anger echoed with in his head. So many tortured souls inhabited the building. With the glasses they each wore they saw each and every single one. Like the young girl who looked no older then 13. Her body shock with violent spasms. Her arms were held back tightly in the straightjacket that was around her small frame. Her glazed over eyes rolled book into her head. Blood flowed out of her ears and eyes. A milky liquid came from her mouth.
Or the nurse, who sat behind an old destroyed desk. Her uniform was shredded and stained red with blood. It barley covered her mutilated body. It looked as if some wild animal had attacked her. A couple dozen claw marks covered her body. A single slash across her throat was the fatal blow that had drained her of life. Melanie moved closer toward Dennis her eyes full of fear and disbelief.
"They won't hurt us right. She asked him as they passed the nurse.
"Uh I don't think so" Dennis said unsure him self. Dennis noticed that Rick and David had begun to walk down a set of concrete stairs toward the basement.
"We better go catch up before we get separated" Melanie suggested as she began to speed up to catch up with the others.
When they got to the bottom of the stairs they came to a long hallway. It was pitch black down there and the flashlights they held did little to improve it. Old door made of cement lined the hall. The fist thing Dennis noticed no ghost where anywhere to be seen. It was quite and empty down in the basement.
"What way should we go? Dennis asked
"We'll split up. We can cover more ground that way," David said after looking down the hall. "Melanie with me Dennis with Rick" He said.
"I don't think that's a good idea," Dennis said but both David and Rick had already begun walking opposite directions. Melanie looked at Dennis her eyes where filed with fear.
"Well I guess I'll see you later" she said as she ran after David. Dennis sighed and began to follow Rick
"I don't see any fucking ghosts" Rick muttered as they walked down the hall.
"You might not see it but something is down here," Dennis said as they walked into a room that was at the end of the hall. It looked like an office of some sort. There wasn't much with in the room a filing cabinet and a desk. On the desk lay tools used to "help" cure the patients. Dennis quickly walked to the cabinet and opened it fast hoping the files of patients had survived the fire and the years. Rows of files sat with in the cabinet undisturbed. Their corners curled slightly and they were browned with aged. They were listed in alphabetical order by the patient's last name. As Dennis began scanning the files Rick had walked over to examine the tools of torture.
"Would you look at some of this. Man the doctors back then were brutal," he said while picking up a device that sent electric charges threw ones body.
Dennis had gone threw the top draw the last name being H. He quickly opened the next drawer down. He scanned the files quickly trying to block out Rick's voice as he cautioned to play with the devices on the desk. Dennis stopped when he found the file he was looking for. He grabbed it quickly. Kuhn, Ryan was written in the top right corner. Opening it he began to scan the file.
Name: Ryan Kuhn
Age: 21
Ryan committed himself on this day of May 13th 1898. For the viscous raping and killing of...
Before Dennis finished reading a loud female scream echoed off the walls of the basement.
"Melanie!" Dennis screamed as the file fell from his hand. He turns and ran out of the room run. Rick dropped the metal spike he was looking at and ran closely behind Dennis. The hall seemed never ending as they ran to find their teammates. Dennis could her insane laughter coming from a room at the end of the hall
"Noooooo get away from me." Melanie screamed when they entered the room. Dave lay on the floor a pool of blood began forming under his body. Melanie screamed again. Dennis and Rick looked over at her in horror to see that a ghost was holding her down.
"He has a fucking cage around his head. Rick said Dennis looked at the ghost and knew that this was the ghost they had been looking for. The rusted cage wasn't the only thing disturbing about the jackal. His mutilated fingers ended in sharp claws and his yellow eyes gleamed with an insane glee as he tore into Melanie's skin. Leather straps hung from the arms of the torn straightjacket he wore. She screamed out in pay as tears fell down her cheeks. She was almost completely naked Her shirt lay in tatters next to her. Her pants had been ripped off of her. Only her black bra and panties where left on her. She sobbed as the ghost hooked one clawed finger under the straps of her bra ripping it off quickly. Rick was the first one to recover from shock. He ran over quickly toward the two, yelling at the wraith.
"Hey you get away from her" the ghost paid no attention to him. He bent closer toward Melanie and sunk his teeth into her exposed neck. She screamed and tried to push him away but her hands keep going threw him. Rick quickly grabbed her beneath her he shoulders and tried to pull her away from the ghost. Suddenly the Jackal let go of the young woman and charged after the man trying to help her.
"The whore is mine" he hissed Rick jumped away from him but he wasn't quick enough. The Jackal's claws racked across his back. Rick fell to his knees as blood began to flow down his back. The jackal came up behind Rick and twisted his head quickly. Dennis heard the bones in his neck crack. Rick fell into a heap next to David's lifeless body.
While the ghost was distracted Melanie slowly got to her feet. Blood was running down her neck and down her chest. She wrapped her arms around her breast as she began to run toward where Dennis stood. She only got a few steps when the ghost turned back to her. His yellow eyes filled with rage he quickly phased out. Melanie fell to the ground screaming when her appeared in front of her.
"Pllllleeeaase don't hurt me" She pleaded. Dennis watched in horror as the jackal raised his hand and swung it toward her face. She screamed out in pain as his fingers cut into her face. She fell down to the floor crying. The ghost pounced on her. Dennis quickly ran toward them. The jackal saw him coming toward them he turned and looked at Dennis. He grinned evilly at Dennis You want her? Come and get her. He challenged Dennis ran toward them. The jackals hand shot out and hit Dennis on the chest. Dennis felt his head exploded in pain. Images of abuse, loss, pain, rape, mutilation and torture flashed in front of his eyes. Suddenly the ground seemed to fall away from him. The walls of the cell faded to darkness. Melanie's cries and The Jackal laughter faded away as Dennis felt himself plummet into a dark void.
The smoke filled bar was empty save for the two drunken men playing pool, a couple celebrating something and a timid younger man in the far-left booth. His back was turned and he sat staring at the wall. He had a miller high life sitting in front of it. He starts to fidget with it. His fingers slowly rip the wrapper off of it. Slowly he took a sip. He laid his head back against the booth. He runs a hand threw his sandy blond hair and slowly lets out a deep sigh.
"Dennis why did you ever take this job?" He mutters to his self. Dennis knew why he took this job. He was to be paid a lot of money once it was finished. You see Dennis is what you would call a psychic. If he touches someone their whole life flashes in from of his eyes and if he goes near anything dead he goes into painful seizures.
A few months ago he was down on his luck. He was about to be evicted from his small one room apartment. He had no money, no job, and no friends. Life was rather bleak. Then one day a lawyer by the name of Ben moss showed up at his front door. Telling him that his client, some old man named Cyrus would pay him to help him find 12 ghost. At first he told the lawyer no way in hell. That was until he learned that each ghost caught meant a grand for him. So yes he took the job. It wasn't an easy task though. Cyrus didn't want to go get a few ghosts to show to his all his rich friends. No he had to go after the meanest and most violent of all ghosts the ones that live a tortured life and died a violent death.
They were a strange bunch to say the least. The young boy who had a arrow going threw his head, the prom queen who was killed by her prom king, the small mother and fat giant son, the beautiful nude girl who mutilated her body with hundreds of cuts in despair of thinking she would never be beautiful. Each one of them got a name from Cyrus: the first born son, the bound woman, and the angry princess. So for the last few months he traveled around the world helping Cyrus capture the ghost he needed. Cyrus needs him to pin point each location of the ghost to a T. It was always a rather painful experience each life flashing in front of his eyes. Today though today was different. It would be a day he would never forget.
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Dennis walked quietly down the darkened hallway. The floor groaned in protest threating to give way with ever step he took. He and three others where trying to find the ghost that Cyrus needed. Ahead of him the two men who Cyrus put in charge of this little trip walked quickly scanning rooms as they passed them. They where your typical " I'm hot shit" males. Dennis walked next to the only woman on the team. Her name was Melanie. Cyrus had hired her after they had captured the last ghost. She looked like she should of been walking down a runway in Paris modeling the newest fashions not walking threw a condemned turn of the century asylum looking for a ghost. Cyrus had ordered them to go find the ghost he called The Jackal giving Dennis only a name to go by, Ryan Kuhn.
"Will you hurry up I want to find this ghost and get out of here fast." The blonde man whose name was David yelled back at Dennis and the women.
"No shit this place gives me the creeps" the other man said Dennis remembered his name was Rick. His head ached horribly. Screams of pain fear and anger echoed with in his head. So many tortured souls inhabited the building. With the glasses they each wore they saw each and every single one. Like the young girl who looked no older then 13. Her body shock with violent spasms. Her arms were held back tightly in the straightjacket that was around her small frame. Her glazed over eyes rolled book into her head. Blood flowed out of her ears and eyes. A milky liquid came from her mouth.
Or the nurse, who sat behind an old destroyed desk. Her uniform was shredded and stained red with blood. It barley covered her mutilated body. It looked as if some wild animal had attacked her. A couple dozen claw marks covered her body. A single slash across her throat was the fatal blow that had drained her of life. Melanie moved closer toward Dennis her eyes full of fear and disbelief.
"They won't hurt us right. She asked him as they passed the nurse.
"Uh I don't think so" Dennis said unsure him self. Dennis noticed that Rick and David had begun to walk down a set of concrete stairs toward the basement.
"We better go catch up before we get separated" Melanie suggested as she began to speed up to catch up with the others.
When they got to the bottom of the stairs they came to a long hallway. It was pitch black down there and the flashlights they held did little to improve it. Old door made of cement lined the hall. The fist thing Dennis noticed no ghost where anywhere to be seen. It was quite and empty down in the basement.
"What way should we go? Dennis asked
"We'll split up. We can cover more ground that way," David said after looking down the hall. "Melanie with me Dennis with Rick" He said.
"I don't think that's a good idea," Dennis said but both David and Rick had already begun walking opposite directions. Melanie looked at Dennis her eyes where filed with fear.
"Well I guess I'll see you later" she said as she ran after David. Dennis sighed and began to follow Rick
"I don't see any fucking ghosts" Rick muttered as they walked down the hall.
"You might not see it but something is down here," Dennis said as they walked into a room that was at the end of the hall. It looked like an office of some sort. There wasn't much with in the room a filing cabinet and a desk. On the desk lay tools used to "help" cure the patients. Dennis quickly walked to the cabinet and opened it fast hoping the files of patients had survived the fire and the years. Rows of files sat with in the cabinet undisturbed. Their corners curled slightly and they were browned with aged. They were listed in alphabetical order by the patient's last name. As Dennis began scanning the files Rick had walked over to examine the tools of torture.
"Would you look at some of this. Man the doctors back then were brutal," he said while picking up a device that sent electric charges threw ones body.
Dennis had gone threw the top draw the last name being H. He quickly opened the next drawer down. He scanned the files quickly trying to block out Rick's voice as he cautioned to play with the devices on the desk. Dennis stopped when he found the file he was looking for. He grabbed it quickly. Kuhn, Ryan was written in the top right corner. Opening it he began to scan the file.
Name: Ryan Kuhn
Age: 21
Ryan committed himself on this day of May 13th 1898. For the viscous raping and killing of...
Before Dennis finished reading a loud female scream echoed off the walls of the basement.
"Melanie!" Dennis screamed as the file fell from his hand. He turns and ran out of the room run. Rick dropped the metal spike he was looking at and ran closely behind Dennis. The hall seemed never ending as they ran to find their teammates. Dennis could her insane laughter coming from a room at the end of the hall
"Noooooo get away from me." Melanie screamed when they entered the room. Dave lay on the floor a pool of blood began forming under his body. Melanie screamed again. Dennis and Rick looked over at her in horror to see that a ghost was holding her down.
"He has a fucking cage around his head. Rick said Dennis looked at the ghost and knew that this was the ghost they had been looking for. The rusted cage wasn't the only thing disturbing about the jackal. His mutilated fingers ended in sharp claws and his yellow eyes gleamed with an insane glee as he tore into Melanie's skin. Leather straps hung from the arms of the torn straightjacket he wore. She screamed out in pay as tears fell down her cheeks. She was almost completely naked Her shirt lay in tatters next to her. Her pants had been ripped off of her. Only her black bra and panties where left on her. She sobbed as the ghost hooked one clawed finger under the straps of her bra ripping it off quickly. Rick was the first one to recover from shock. He ran over quickly toward the two, yelling at the wraith.
"Hey you get away from her" the ghost paid no attention to him. He bent closer toward Melanie and sunk his teeth into her exposed neck. She screamed and tried to push him away but her hands keep going threw him. Rick quickly grabbed her beneath her he shoulders and tried to pull her away from the ghost. Suddenly the Jackal let go of the young woman and charged after the man trying to help her.
"The whore is mine" he hissed Rick jumped away from him but he wasn't quick enough. The Jackal's claws racked across his back. Rick fell to his knees as blood began to flow down his back. The jackal came up behind Rick and twisted his head quickly. Dennis heard the bones in his neck crack. Rick fell into a heap next to David's lifeless body.
While the ghost was distracted Melanie slowly got to her feet. Blood was running down her neck and down her chest. She wrapped her arms around her breast as she began to run toward where Dennis stood. She only got a few steps when the ghost turned back to her. His yellow eyes filled with rage he quickly phased out. Melanie fell to the ground screaming when her appeared in front of her.
"Pllllleeeaase don't hurt me" She pleaded. Dennis watched in horror as the jackal raised his hand and swung it toward her face. She screamed out in pain as his fingers cut into her face. She fell down to the floor crying. The ghost pounced on her. Dennis quickly ran toward them. The jackal saw him coming toward them he turned and looked at Dennis. He grinned evilly at Dennis You want her? Come and get her. He challenged Dennis ran toward them. The jackals hand shot out and hit Dennis on the chest. Dennis felt his head exploded in pain. Images of abuse, loss, pain, rape, mutilation and torture flashed in front of his eyes. Suddenly the ground seemed to fall away from him. The walls of the cell faded to darkness. Melanie's cries and The Jackal laughter faded away as Dennis felt himself plummet into a dark void.