Disclaimer: I don't own thirteen ghosts!! Just my own characters!! Song: move along by the all-American rejects.

A/N: mmk!! So i'm not going to bullshit you on why I haven't been updating.

I am a procrastinator and i'm really sorry for that!! But i'm going to try to update

More often, so hopefully I stick to that!! Tee hee!! Okay on with the show!!

Move Along

"And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through"

Two years later.

Inhale, Exhale. Inhale, Exhale.

I try to keep my breath steady as I run down the various halls of the unknown place. I can hear the maniacal laughter behind me. Giggling at the excitement of chasing its prey. I keep telling my legs to go faster until I run into someone's chest. As I try to steady myself again, I look up to see two piercing blue eyes. He's one of them, but I can't will myself to move. As the laughter grows closer, he pushes me behind him, bat ready in hand. The monster has stopped his giggling to look the boy straight in the eyes.

"No way James dean, this ones mine"

"Not without a fight Ryan" he sneered.

"Your funeral" he says while laughing at his lame pun. Then the one called Ryan charges for him. The boy ducks out of the way and moves back up to hit him in the back of the head. Ryan is down for what seems like seconds before he comes back with a few good strikes into the boys marred flesh with his knife like nails. As the fight continues I search for a way out. Two corridors are all I can reach before I hear the evil laughter again.

"The chase was fun girl, but now I think its time we got to my favorite part"

I let out a muffled scream as I shot up to a sitting position on my bed. Cold sweat covers my entire body as I gasp for breath. I look at the clock on my nightstand to see that it's seven in the morning. As I shake away the last images of my dream, I walk into the kitchen to be greeted by the smell of Kathy's cooking.

"Hey Kat! Need any help?" I ask. My voice still horse from screaming.

"Um… no I'm okay for now" I nodded as I walked over to the table where bobby is recording about the latest unsolved death for the day. On this particular day it just happened to be a headless body behind a doughnut shop. I shook the image out of my head as I sat down.

"Ya know you have a really creepy hobby"

"Not as creepy as your knitting" he retorted with a smirk on his face.

"Hey! I happen to find it very relaxing. And if I stopped Kathy would spend all our money on her weird obsession with scarves" we both silently laughed as Kathy yelled at us and mumbled something about needing a new one.

"Hey Maggie, where's papa Art?" I asked as I was fiddling with my fork. Just as she was about to answer Arthur walked in fixing his shirt.

"You know you could just call me Arthur or even dad.""I know but I like your nickname. It has potential!"

"Of course it does" he said rolling his eyes as he got himself a cup of coffee. Its not that I didn't think of Arthur as I dad, I do. Actually I consider him more of a dad then my own father. I just don't know if I should call him dad yet. I called jean mom all the time but I guess that was because I was closer to her. She was the one who found the real me hidden in the layers of what my mother wanted me to be to the outside world. I always tried to ignore the hurt in his eyes when I called him papa Art.

The day after jean found me she took me to the hospital for all my cuts and bruises. Later on she told me that she went to child services and adopted me. I was reluctant at first, but ended up warming up to the family. Everything was great until the night of the fire. She stayed in there to make sure we were all out but she never came back out. Even though she wasn't my mother I think I took it the hardest. I blamed myself for not seeing it and preventing it from happening. I had finally found a mother that didn't hate me and loved me for me. But it was all ripped away that night.

Suddenly a vision came to me. Arthur was walking around the table when he tripped over bobby's scooter spilling coffee all over him. As it ended I let out a heavy sigh. My vision was the same as always, dull and short.

"Watch out for the scooter papa Art" I said with a flat voice. Seeing the scooter Arthur stopped in his tracks.

"How do you always do that?" he asked with amazement in his voice.

"I guess I'm just your good luck charm" I said cheekily. Jean was the only one in the family that knew about my visions. To my surprise she took it better than I expected. That's what I loved most about her. She understood me and never judged me. I came back to reality when I heard a knock on the door.

"I got it" I jumped up from the chair and skidded to a stop in front of the door. When I opened it I found a man in a black suit with dirty blonde hair standing there with a briefcase in hand.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Jessica Mae Kriticos that is no way to greet a guest" Arthur chided me from behind.

"Fine! Gee, sorry. How may I help you Mr.…"

"Moss, Ben Moss. I'm here to talk to Mr. Arthur Kriticos" he looked behind me, "I'm sorry sir is this a bad time?"

"No, no. better time than any. Please come in and have a seat."

Kathy came to stand beside me once we entered the small apartment again.

"Who's that?"

"Moss, Ben Moss" I quoted him in a very cheesy version of James bond. This earned me a few laughs and a pair of identical glares. I don't know why but I really didn't like this guy. He gave me this creepy stalker kind of feeling and it didn't help when he kept glancing at me while explaining what "uncle" Cyrus left for us after his death. It was a beautiful house that had looked vaugly familiar. After Arthur agreed to look at the house later that night Mr. Moss finally left with one last glance towards me.

"Was it just me or did that guy give off the potential serial killer vibe?" I asked while cleaning up the kitchen.

"Nope. I got that too, especially when he looked like he was undressing you with his eyes" Maggie said while taking out the curlers in her hair.

"EW!! That is wrong on SO many levels. I feel violated now! Thanks Maggie." She responded by rolling her eyes at me.

"Well I guess I should have kept that James Bond comment to myself"

"I still don't like the way he looked at you. While were there just make sure you stay next to dad, so he doesn't have the chance to pounce on you" Kathy said with a smile on her face that was fun but serious at the same time.

I walked back into my room and got ready for the day. I put on a pair of dark blue skinny jeans with a white tank top. I pulled my favorite black hoodie over it and wrapped a studded belt over my waist. I slipped on my black vans and pulled my brown wavy hair into a ponytail and left my bangs out to swipe to the right. I applied black eyeliner and mascara that made my emerald eyes pop out. When I grabbed my backpack from the side of my desk I stopped to look at the picture on top of it. It was of me and jean in the backyard by her flowers. She was teaching me how to tend properly to them when Arthur snapped the picture. He said it was the first smile he had ever seen from me and had to capture it. There were a lot less of them now that she was gone. I fought against the tears that tempted to break free. Life goes on and we have to move a long with it.