I do not own 13 Ghosts. I only own Jenna Hamilton.
Story start
The few days before the first day of my job passed without too much incidence. I was once again a loner at school, but that was not too new for me. I was growing nervous as it drew closer to time for the ghost's capture. The night before the date of the job, I talked to my mother about how nervous I was. I had a bad feeling about this, but I had to do this for my dad and me.
My mother tried to reassure me that I would be fine, even though she too had a bad feeling about all of this. I sighed as I woke up from a night of barely any sleep. I did not have any school today, as it was a Saturday. I got out of bed and went down to the kitchen. I poked my head in the living room and saw my dad passed out on the couch. This was nothing new. I shook my head sorrowfully and went into the kitchen.
I fixed some biscuits, eggs, and bacon. I ate my bacon and egg biscuit quickly and fixed the rest for my dad. I walked into the living room and set the food on the coffee table in front of the couch. I knew he would wake up at the smell of the food. I hoped he ate more this morning. The amount he eats every day is growing less and less.
I ran upstairs and jumped in the shower. The card that I had gotten from Cyrus said I needed to be ready by three in the afternoon, but I would need to call Cyrus at two. It was already eleven in the morning. I slept later than I usually do, well tossed and turned later than normal. My shower was extremely short. The water would be shut down any day now and I did not want to risk taking a long shower and end up stuck with shampoo in my hear and soap all over me.
After the shower, I dried my hair and grabbed some blue jeans. I put on a black hoodie and my black converses. I brushed my hair before putting it back in a ponytail. I looked around and decided to fix my dad lunch and supper and put it in the fridge for whenever he decided to heat it up and eat. I was going to throw a sandwich or two and a bottle of water in my bag that I was taking with me for the job. I had no idea if there was going to be food or a stop for food later.
It was now ten minutes until three in the afternoon. The phone call at two was interesting to say the least. I was given no details whatsoever. I was just told be waiting outside the house at ten minutes till three, which I'm doing now and a black van will pick me up. "Well if this doesn't sound suspicious and weird than I do not know what does," I thought sarcastically as I adjusted my bag on my shoulder as a black van pulled into the driveway.
I walked to the backseat on the driver's side and the window rolled down. Cyrus was there and he gave me that weird smile that bugged me. "Hello Ms. Hamilton, are you ready to go?" Cyrus asked me and I nodded. He motioned for me to go around the car and get in the backseat on that side. I opened the door and frowned when I saw another man sitting there. "I hope you do not mind sitting in the middle Mr. Hamilton, and this is Dennis Rafkin," Cyrus said and I just gave a small internal sigh.
I gave a small smile to Dennis, who looked like he wanted to run away than be anywhere close to me. I squeezed into the back and sat between Cyrus and Dennis. I tried my best not to touch Dennis, because I could tell he was trying not to touch me. It made me curious as to why he was acting like this. Was it because of my gift that I can see spirits and that was freaking him out or was it something else I wondered?
"So where are we going?" I asked and no one answered. "Alright then," I thought as I looked around at the van's occupants. However, I did not look at Cyrus. The man gave me the creeps. I gave a small smile to Dennis, who looked antsy and nervous.
"Hi I'm Jenna," I said as I gave a small smile to Dennis. There was no way I was going to try to shake his hand with how reluctant he seemed to even be near me.
"Dennis," he answered and gave a small nod, even though I could tell he was not too keen on meeting me. "Is it true?" Dennis muttered after a few minutes of awkward silence passed.
"Is what true?" I asked nonchalantly as I prepared myself for the long drive ahead of us to who knows where.
"Can you really see and talk to ghosts?" Dennis asked and I saw Cyrus smirk out of the corner of my left eye.
"It's true," I said with a shrug.
"Does that not freak you out?" Dennis questioned me again.
"Well not really, I've been able to do this since I was little and could talk. I just thought they were imaginary friends at first, and then I realized they were ghosts as I grew. It is not fun having your parents think you are losing your mind. Thankfully, my parents realized that I really could see and talk to ghosts and they just let me go on with a normal as I could life," I answered looking at Dennis.
"So what do you do?" I asked Dennis after more silence set into the van.
"Don't want to talk about it," he answered quickly and I shrugged. If he wanted to keep his gift secret than fine, no loss to me, I did not care either way. I was used to people knowing about my gift; well I saw it as a gift. They saw it as a freaky power. Some people avoided me like the black plague, which used to bother me greatly when I was a little kid. I have grown used to it by now. People are ridiculous sometimes with how scared they get around someone different.
The rest of the car ride was passed in silence. Curiosity grew within me when I saw the large tanker truck following our black van. There were other black vans in front of us. I was extremely confused when we stopped at an old car junkyard. Dennis and Cyrus put on some strange glasses, which Cyrus explained allowed them to see the ghost.
"Why did he need me then?" I thought as I jumped out of the van and stretched out my sleeping muscles.
I looked around and shivered at the hostile aura I was getting. "You're not really going to make her walk around to find him are you?" I heard Dennis ask Cyrus in an incredulous tone. My focus was drawn to them and Cyrus shook his head.
"No, I have bait for catching this one. I just want Ms. Hamilton to try to speak to the ghost after he has been caught," Cyrus explained as if it was the simplest thing in the world.
"Bait," I muttered before my eyes widened exponentially when I was the large tanker truck start spraying blood everywhere. I jumped away and stood close to the black van I had just left. I felt confused as fear coursed through my veins. My heart started beating erratically when the hostile aura got closer. I saw some man and woman yelling at Cyrus, who just sneered at them then yelled for someone to turn on a tape. A Latin spell filled the air and my breath left me when I saw the ghost.
He was a tall man with bullet holes littering his body. "He wants me to talk to him," I thought looking at Cyrus before focusing back on the ghost. The ghost was throwing and killing Cyrus's men left and right. I felt my heart freeze over when the ghost looked at me. He was confused before smirking. Ghosts knew that I could see them. They have always been able to sense who has the gift to see them without any assistance, like those glasses.
"Get her out of here, take her to the house now," Cyrus yelled and before I could blink I was picked up and thrown into the backseats of the black van. The tires sloshed gravel everywhere as the driver sped the van out of the junkyard. My eyes were closing against my will after hitting my head harshly on the other door in the back. A groan escaped me as I finally lost consciousness.
