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Dennis was contemplating on Cyrus again. He was one strange motherfucker. Why did he want the ghosts so damn
badly? He would even sacrifice his crew members in order to get a ghost. He thought back to
the worker getting hacked yesterday. He got out of his car, once he arrived at Cyrus' house he was
greeted immedatly.
"Dennis my boy. Today we are off too Lampton. To catch what i'd like to call The Torso." Cyrus smiled.
"The Torso?" Dennis was confused.
"He should be a fairly easy ghost to catch. He's wrapped in cellophane, and he holds his head,
which too is wrapped in cellophane." Cyrus got into his car.
"Now what the hell happened to him?" Dennis asked.
"You tell me." Cyrus handed Dennis a gamblers hat. Cyrus wanted him to touch it.
Slowly Dennis struck out his hand, and took grasp onto the hat. Pain shot through his
body, and he was trembling. He saw a older man, maybe about late thirtys early forties wearing the hat he was touching.
He walked into a room, smoke filled the air. Gamblers. Thought Dennis. 'Hey yo, Jimmy, those gamblers you
were betting with, are here. I'd a get out of here if i were you.' A man known as Larry told the man
known as Jimmy. 'Oh shit.' Jimmy mumbled and started to leave. 'where you think you're going? Mr. Gambler?'The guy he gambled with
was right outside the door. 'Get him boys' He kicked Jimmy and Jimmy crumpled over. The men grabbed him, and took
him out back of the club. They slowly started to wrap his whole body in cellophane. When that was
done, Jimmy's eyes were bulging out of his head, as they wacked an axe through his neck. His head
rolled off easily. They threw his body into the lake. Jimmy was found two weeks later. There wasn't a funeral.
"Shit." Dennis mumbled.
"Ahh what did you see my boy?" Cyrus asked.
'His name was Jimmy. A gambler. A mob made him into an example, never to bet what you don't have,
and then run." Dennis threw the hat down.
"Was it bloody?" Cyrus asked.
"I just saw another death, and you ask if it was bloody? Yes it was goddamn bloody." Dennis raged.
"Lower your voice. You don't want to make anybody mad, now do you?" Cyrus laughed.
They arrived at Lampton. Dennis noticed the club, that Jimmy was murdered at. He saw flashbacks to what he saw
with Jimmy.
"Damn." Dennis shook his head.
He looked over to the familiar cage. It had money in it. More bait, Dennis figured. He wondered
if this ghost was going to be as easy as Cyrus thought. He could sense the ghost was near.
"Where is he Dennis?" Cyrus yelled.
Dennis put on his glasses, and gasped.
"Right behind you, Sir." Dennis barely mumbled out, as Cyrus was kicked to the ground.
Dennis was busily watching the ghost, when he had a vision. They were inside of a highschool. Blood was all over the walls.
Men were lying dead. Maybe three or four of them. A girls cackle echoed through the halls. Dennis shivered.
"Dennis, pay attention!" Cyrus yelled just as Dennis was struck to the ground.
A worker put on the tape of chants. Jimmy seemed distracted. He had spotted the money. On his way to the cage he knocked down about
ten more workers. One looked dead. Dennis wasn't sure. Jimmy reached the cage, and the doors shut. Jimmy didn't seem to care. He grabbed the money, and held it high.
"Now that wasn't so hard was it?" Cyrus asked, limping.
"How's that worker? Dead?" Dennis gulped.
"No, we are going to send him to critical." Cyrus shrugged.
"As long as no more people die." Dennis closed his eyes.
"We haven't even gotten to the worse yet.Tomorrow we go to the highschool of Susan LeGrow. Or The Bound Woman."
Cyrus smiled.
Dennis now knew what his vision meant. Susan LeGrow was going to kill some people tomorrow.
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