"We have been driving for hours! Where in the hell are we?" Alex squealed
in the passenger seat as Evelyn drove.
"I don't know... I'm just following the directions he gave me." Evy glanced back and forth from the road to the paper she had copied the directions onto.
They finally arrived at the address that the man 'Cyrus Kriticos' had given them, Alex and Evy stepped out of their car and walked towards the red brick house that was in front of them. Evy looked down at her watch, it read 7:08pm.
"Just made it." She sighed, she then heard the sound of another car pull up to where they were.
They turned around just as a cab was coming to a stop by their car, they could hear the sound of arguing coming from inside it.
"Look, I told you this is all I got! Just take it!" someone yelled at the driver of the cab as the back door was opened.
The man in the back seat threw a handful of ones at the driver and jumped out of the cab, the driver sped off in anger... almost taking the man's left leg with him.
"God! What is wrong with people these days!" the man yelled as he gave the speeding cab the finger.
Alex chuckled as Evy just stared at the man curiously. He was tall, and was wearing a gray sweater and black pants that looked like he had slept in them. He looked over at the two, peering at them through his black-rimmed glasses.
"What the hell are you laughing at?" he said to Alex in an annoyed voice as he walked past them.
They followed him to the front door of the house, he knocked on it. A man in his late twenties opened the door, he had short blonde hair and was wearing a strange looking clear jacket over his clothes.
"Hello, you must be the ones Cyrus mentioned... do come in." he said politely in an English accent.
The three stepped into the brick house, as soon as they were inside they realized it was vacant. The walls were bare, the floors were cold and the wood was exposed, it was colder in the house than it was outside. Evy pulled her black coat around her body as she saw her breath when she exhaled.
The blonde man led them into the large middle room of the house, there were several folding chairs set up. Then someone entered from the next room, he was older, in his fifties, and wore an expensive black suit and coat.
"Hello, I am Cyrus Kriticos." The man's voice echoed, just as it had on the phone. "I am so glad you all made it. You must be Dennis Rafkin." He then extended his hand to the tall man that stood in front of Evelyn.
Dennis just looked at Cyrus' hand, then put his own behind his back. There was an awkward moment of silence, then Cyrus reached his hand over to Evelyn.
"Evelyn Chase?" Cyrus asked, she nodded.
Evy shook his hand, Cyrus then extended it to Alex.
"Alexandria Ross." Alex stated before Cyrus had a chance to.
After Alex shook the man's hand he turned to the blonde man and a woman that had just entered the room.
"This is Henry Morris." Cyrus pointed out, the blonde man nodded at them.
The woman just looked around, with a look of paranoia on her pale face. She was also in her late twenties and had curly dark brown hair that fell wildly to her shoulders.
"And this is, Serena Oretzia." The woman just glanced at Cyrus, then looked back to Henry.
"Uh, what are we doing here?" Dennis interrupted.
"Ah, yes. You three were called here because of your psychic talents. See I collect spirits... ghosts you might even say."
The three stared at Cyrus... not knowing what to say.
"What?" Alex sneered.
"There's no such thing as ghosts." Evy stated calmly.
Cyrus looked over to Dennis, who was glancing at the floor, he had the same paranoid look on his face that Serena had.
"Not this... no. Why ghosts? Why me?" Dennis muttered frantically, turning to leave the house.
"Mr. Rafkin, where are you going?" Cyrus asked.
"Home!"
"How exactly? You have no car, no money... you hardly have a place to go home to."
"I'll manage!" Dennis yelled, slamming the door as he left.
Henry went to go after him, but Cyrus stopped him.
"Don't worry, he'll be back." Cyrus promised.
"I don't know... I'm just following the directions he gave me." Evy glanced back and forth from the road to the paper she had copied the directions onto.
They finally arrived at the address that the man 'Cyrus Kriticos' had given them, Alex and Evy stepped out of their car and walked towards the red brick house that was in front of them. Evy looked down at her watch, it read 7:08pm.
"Just made it." She sighed, she then heard the sound of another car pull up to where they were.
They turned around just as a cab was coming to a stop by their car, they could hear the sound of arguing coming from inside it.
"Look, I told you this is all I got! Just take it!" someone yelled at the driver of the cab as the back door was opened.
The man in the back seat threw a handful of ones at the driver and jumped out of the cab, the driver sped off in anger... almost taking the man's left leg with him.
"God! What is wrong with people these days!" the man yelled as he gave the speeding cab the finger.
Alex chuckled as Evy just stared at the man curiously. He was tall, and was wearing a gray sweater and black pants that looked like he had slept in them. He looked over at the two, peering at them through his black-rimmed glasses.
"What the hell are you laughing at?" he said to Alex in an annoyed voice as he walked past them.
They followed him to the front door of the house, he knocked on it. A man in his late twenties opened the door, he had short blonde hair and was wearing a strange looking clear jacket over his clothes.
"Hello, you must be the ones Cyrus mentioned... do come in." he said politely in an English accent.
The three stepped into the brick house, as soon as they were inside they realized it was vacant. The walls were bare, the floors were cold and the wood was exposed, it was colder in the house than it was outside. Evy pulled her black coat around her body as she saw her breath when she exhaled.
The blonde man led them into the large middle room of the house, there were several folding chairs set up. Then someone entered from the next room, he was older, in his fifties, and wore an expensive black suit and coat.
"Hello, I am Cyrus Kriticos." The man's voice echoed, just as it had on the phone. "I am so glad you all made it. You must be Dennis Rafkin." He then extended his hand to the tall man that stood in front of Evelyn.
Dennis just looked at Cyrus' hand, then put his own behind his back. There was an awkward moment of silence, then Cyrus reached his hand over to Evelyn.
"Evelyn Chase?" Cyrus asked, she nodded.
Evy shook his hand, Cyrus then extended it to Alex.
"Alexandria Ross." Alex stated before Cyrus had a chance to.
After Alex shook the man's hand he turned to the blonde man and a woman that had just entered the room.
"This is Henry Morris." Cyrus pointed out, the blonde man nodded at them.
The woman just looked around, with a look of paranoia on her pale face. She was also in her late twenties and had curly dark brown hair that fell wildly to her shoulders.
"And this is, Serena Oretzia." The woman just glanced at Cyrus, then looked back to Henry.
"Uh, what are we doing here?" Dennis interrupted.
"Ah, yes. You three were called here because of your psychic talents. See I collect spirits... ghosts you might even say."
The three stared at Cyrus... not knowing what to say.
"What?" Alex sneered.
"There's no such thing as ghosts." Evy stated calmly.
Cyrus looked over to Dennis, who was glancing at the floor, he had the same paranoid look on his face that Serena had.
"Not this... no. Why ghosts? Why me?" Dennis muttered frantically, turning to leave the house.
"Mr. Rafkin, where are you going?" Cyrus asked.
"Home!"
"How exactly? You have no car, no money... you hardly have a place to go home to."
"I'll manage!" Dennis yelled, slamming the door as he left.
Henry went to go after him, but Cyrus stopped him.
"Don't worry, he'll be back." Cyrus promised.