Author's Note:
This is a fic about the character Dennis Rafkin, from the movie Thir13en Ghosts, and another psychic that he meets while working with Cyrus Kriticos. It is a little romantic, so please be ready for something kinda sappy near the end!
Please send me reviews... I am like an addict with them!!!
P.S. I previously had a story in this category, but since I thought up a better story plan I removed it. I sorta incorporated the old story into the new one... sorta.
~ Magdalena Roth
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The Thir13enth Ghost: A Fine Collection
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By: Magdalena Iris Roth
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~Memory is a selection of images, some elusive, others printed indelibly on the brain.~
- Eve Batiste, Eve's Bayou
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Memories:
October 29, 1983
M. Sanderfer's School For The Gifted, Maine
(Narrator: Dennis Rafkin)
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When I was five both my parents died, I don't remember how but I'm sure it had something to do with their gifts, if that's what you would call it, a gift. Soon after their deaths I was sent to this school for 'special' kids who had gifts too, all I remember from being there is sitting outside, under a tree that was pretty far away from the playground. I would sit there and watch the others play, which I couldn't because I wasn't aloud to touch anyone, even though the teachers at the school made me wear gloves, even in the summer.
See I am what you would call a freak, every time I touch someone I see their past and memories, I can also feel their pain. Whenever I come near anything dead, or a spirit, I go into seizures, the pain is so strong that I prefer to be left along.
One day when I was ten, a couple days before Halloween, this girl walked up to me while I was sitting under the tree. She had long light brown hair that was braided in two pigtails that fell past her ears and to her chest. She looked younger than me, but I couldn't see much of her because of her blue coat that looked too big for her body, she walked over to where I was sitting and just stared at me. At first I thought she was going to call me a freak, like everyone else did, but instead she just stared at me, like she could see right through me to my soul, hell being at that school she probably could. Her sapphire eyes peered through my glasses into mine, she didn't say a word and neither did I.
I don't know how long she stared at me, it was like I was in a daze from it all, but then she walked closer to me. She sat down right in front of me, and continued to stare into my eyes, but then my daze was broke when I realized that I forgot to wear my gloves that day, so I looked down, and saw she was holding my hand, and she wasn't wearing gloves either. I was in shock from it all I think, here was this weird girl, that I didn't know, and she was able to touch me without me seeing everything about her. Of course one of the teachers caught sight of this and ran straight over to us, the teacher grabbed and pulled her away, like I was trying to kill her or something. They walked away, almost running, the girl looked back at me, there was a sadness to her eyes, but I never knew why, I also never knew her name.
For some strange and messed up reason this was the only happy childhood memory I ever had, its sad, I know. But look at me now, living from day to day in a lousy, cheap apartment in Pennsylvania, hardly any food in the refrigerator, its kinda hard finding a job when you're like me. But hopefully it won't be like that anymore, cuz today, it's all over! And I couldn't be happier!
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The Present Day:
17 Years Later, October 29, 2000
Dennis Rafkin's Apartment, Pennsylvania
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Dennis got out of bed, it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon. He looked around the room, it was a mess as usual, he walked into the living room and turned on the TV. Cartoons blasted over the sound of him rummaging through the cabinets, looking for something to eat, but there was nothing. He sighed as he sat down at the rickety kitchen table, he had a headache as usual, he grabbed a pill bottle off the table, but when he opened it, it was empty.
"Last refill." He read from the label, then he threw the bottle across the room.
He then picked up the kitchen chair and walked into the bedroom with it. He sat it directly in the middle of the room, above it was an exposed pipe. Dennis then walked to the bed and grabbed a sheet, he twisted the sheet, trying his best to make a noose out of it. After he twisted it enough he hung it from the pipe, he stepped up to it on the chair and put the loop around his neck. He closed his eyes, and just as he was about to step off the chair he heard the sound of someone beating at the front door.
"Rafkin! The rent is over due again!!!" the voice of an angry women screamed at the front door.
"Painful to the very end." He muttered, and removed the sheet from around his neck.
"Rafkin!!!!" the landlady screamed louder as she pounded on the door even harder.
Dennis stumbled to the front door of the apartment, he slowly opened it. The landlady stared at him, she glanced at the white t-shirt he was wearing.
"Bad night?" she said referring to his appearance.
"Bad life." He answered.
"Where's my rent?"
"I don't know, ask the neighbors."
She laughed slightly, then her expression changed as she became even angrier.
"I want my rent today, or you're out of here tomorrow!" she said cruelly and charged away from his door.
"Great, just what I need." Dennis mumbled, more depressed than ever.
He shut the front door and slowly walked back to the bedroom, ready to finish what the landlady had interrupted, but then just as he got to the bedroom doorway the phone rang.
"Hello?" he answered the phone in a downhearted tone.
"Mr. Rafkin I presume?" the man on the other end asked.
"Yeah... What do you want?"
"I was just wondering if you would be interested in a job."
Dennis hesitated for a moment, thinking over what the man was asking.
"Are you still there?" the man questioned.
"Yeah, I'm here... what kind of job exactly?"
"Well it would involve your psychic abilities..."
"What kind of job?" Dennis asked again, interrupting the man on the other end."
"Let's just say I'm a collector of rare things, and you would be able to help me find what I am looking for. Are you interested, or not?"
"Sure."
"Alright then, met me tonight, 7pm at this address..." the man then gave Dennis the address.
"Okay, but who are you-" the man hung up on the other line, leaving Dennis without his name.
Dennis sighed, deciding to wait on what he was planning to do before the two distractions came upon him.
This is a fic about the character Dennis Rafkin, from the movie Thir13en Ghosts, and another psychic that he meets while working with Cyrus Kriticos. It is a little romantic, so please be ready for something kinda sappy near the end!
Please send me reviews... I am like an addict with them!!!
P.S. I previously had a story in this category, but since I thought up a better story plan I removed it. I sorta incorporated the old story into the new one... sorta.
~ Magdalena Roth
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The Thir13enth Ghost: A Fine Collection
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By: Magdalena Iris Roth
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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~Memory is a selection of images, some elusive, others printed indelibly on the brain.~
- Eve Batiste, Eve's Bayou
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Memories:
October 29, 1983
M. Sanderfer's School For The Gifted, Maine
(Narrator: Dennis Rafkin)
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When I was five both my parents died, I don't remember how but I'm sure it had something to do with their gifts, if that's what you would call it, a gift. Soon after their deaths I was sent to this school for 'special' kids who had gifts too, all I remember from being there is sitting outside, under a tree that was pretty far away from the playground. I would sit there and watch the others play, which I couldn't because I wasn't aloud to touch anyone, even though the teachers at the school made me wear gloves, even in the summer.
See I am what you would call a freak, every time I touch someone I see their past and memories, I can also feel their pain. Whenever I come near anything dead, or a spirit, I go into seizures, the pain is so strong that I prefer to be left along.
One day when I was ten, a couple days before Halloween, this girl walked up to me while I was sitting under the tree. She had long light brown hair that was braided in two pigtails that fell past her ears and to her chest. She looked younger than me, but I couldn't see much of her because of her blue coat that looked too big for her body, she walked over to where I was sitting and just stared at me. At first I thought she was going to call me a freak, like everyone else did, but instead she just stared at me, like she could see right through me to my soul, hell being at that school she probably could. Her sapphire eyes peered through my glasses into mine, she didn't say a word and neither did I.
I don't know how long she stared at me, it was like I was in a daze from it all, but then she walked closer to me. She sat down right in front of me, and continued to stare into my eyes, but then my daze was broke when I realized that I forgot to wear my gloves that day, so I looked down, and saw she was holding my hand, and she wasn't wearing gloves either. I was in shock from it all I think, here was this weird girl, that I didn't know, and she was able to touch me without me seeing everything about her. Of course one of the teachers caught sight of this and ran straight over to us, the teacher grabbed and pulled her away, like I was trying to kill her or something. They walked away, almost running, the girl looked back at me, there was a sadness to her eyes, but I never knew why, I also never knew her name.
For some strange and messed up reason this was the only happy childhood memory I ever had, its sad, I know. But look at me now, living from day to day in a lousy, cheap apartment in Pennsylvania, hardly any food in the refrigerator, its kinda hard finding a job when you're like me. But hopefully it won't be like that anymore, cuz today, it's all over! And I couldn't be happier!
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The Present Day:
17 Years Later, October 29, 2000
Dennis Rafkin's Apartment, Pennsylvania
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Dennis got out of bed, it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon. He looked around the room, it was a mess as usual, he walked into the living room and turned on the TV. Cartoons blasted over the sound of him rummaging through the cabinets, looking for something to eat, but there was nothing. He sighed as he sat down at the rickety kitchen table, he had a headache as usual, he grabbed a pill bottle off the table, but when he opened it, it was empty.
"Last refill." He read from the label, then he threw the bottle across the room.
He then picked up the kitchen chair and walked into the bedroom with it. He sat it directly in the middle of the room, above it was an exposed pipe. Dennis then walked to the bed and grabbed a sheet, he twisted the sheet, trying his best to make a noose out of it. After he twisted it enough he hung it from the pipe, he stepped up to it on the chair and put the loop around his neck. He closed his eyes, and just as he was about to step off the chair he heard the sound of someone beating at the front door.
"Rafkin! The rent is over due again!!!" the voice of an angry women screamed at the front door.
"Painful to the very end." He muttered, and removed the sheet from around his neck.
"Rafkin!!!!" the landlady screamed louder as she pounded on the door even harder.
Dennis stumbled to the front door of the apartment, he slowly opened it. The landlady stared at him, she glanced at the white t-shirt he was wearing.
"Bad night?" she said referring to his appearance.
"Bad life." He answered.
"Where's my rent?"
"I don't know, ask the neighbors."
She laughed slightly, then her expression changed as she became even angrier.
"I want my rent today, or you're out of here tomorrow!" she said cruelly and charged away from his door.
"Great, just what I need." Dennis mumbled, more depressed than ever.
He shut the front door and slowly walked back to the bedroom, ready to finish what the landlady had interrupted, but then just as he got to the bedroom doorway the phone rang.
"Hello?" he answered the phone in a downhearted tone.
"Mr. Rafkin I presume?" the man on the other end asked.
"Yeah... What do you want?"
"I was just wondering if you would be interested in a job."
Dennis hesitated for a moment, thinking over what the man was asking.
"Are you still there?" the man questioned.
"Yeah, I'm here... what kind of job exactly?"
"Well it would involve your psychic abilities..."
"What kind of job?" Dennis asked again, interrupting the man on the other end."
"Let's just say I'm a collector of rare things, and you would be able to help me find what I am looking for. Are you interested, or not?"
"Sure."
"Alright then, met me tonight, 7pm at this address..." the man then gave Dennis the address.
"Okay, but who are you-" the man hung up on the other line, leaving Dennis without his name.
Dennis sighed, deciding to wait on what he was planning to do before the two distractions came upon him.