Ghost Hunters:
(Narrator: Evelyn Chase)
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We road in our car for what seemed like forever, following those damn black vans and that weird old car of Cyrus'. That Dennis guy road with Cyrus, since he didn't have a car or cab fair, Serena and Henry went in one of the vans.
God! I am so tired! When in the hell are we going to get to this stupid hotel?
Cyrus said he would explain everything once we got back to this hotel where he had reserved rooms for us all. Looks like this is it... the vans are pulling into the parking lot of a pretty big hotel, looks kinda nice... I just hope they don't expect us to pay our way!
"Are we there yet?" Alex squealed beside me, she was just as exhausted as I was.
We got out of the car and walked to the entrance of the hotel, the others were waiting by the doors. In the main lobby Cyrus told us what we needed to know.
"Now that you know what I am collecting, perhaps you would like to know who The First Born Son was?" he asked us, we were all huddled together in the lobby chairs, trying not to let our conversation out.
"Why not" I sighed, too tired to talk.
"Back in the early sixties, Billy Michaels was your average seven-year-old kid. "Serena narrated to us. "His one true wish was to grow up and become just like his heroes... the cowboys on TV. He never obeyed his parents, and they rarely disciplined him, his father would call him 'Billy the Brat' because he always got what he wanted. One day when he was playing cowboys and Indians with his friend Danny, Billy's mother told him not to play with Danny's real bow and arrow set. But of course Billy never obeyed his mother, and I'm sure now he wishes he would have listened to her when she told him not to shoot the arrow up into the air like his friend Danny did."
Alex looked over at me, she had the look of fear in her brown eyes, and the feeling was mutual. I looked over at Dennis, he was staring at the floor, all fidgety as usual. Cyrus looked over at me with his deep stare.
"So, Miss Chase, are you and your friend Miss Ross interested in joining my team?" he echoed.
Dennis looked over at me... his teal eyes staring into mine, I looked away from his gaze, towards Alex.
"Its up to you." I told Alex, she looked up at me.
"How much does something like this pay?" she asked Cyrus uneasily.
Cyrus nodded to Henry.
"Five Thousand Dollars a ghost." Henry stated, his English accent making the money sound even more tempting.
"Five Grand a piece?" Dennis asked eagerly, Cyrus nodded.
I think all three of us said yes at the same time... I can't remember for certain, we signed our names on Cyrus' contract, unaware that we had now sealed our profession... and our fate, for we were now 'Ghost Hunters'.
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Evy opened the door to her hotel room, Alex was behind her with their bags. It was a pretty big room, two bedrooms, and a large living room. Alex threw the bags on the floor while Evy scoped out the rooms.
"God... I think I'm gonna pass out, or throw up... something along those lines." Alex whined as she collapsed in the chair.
Evy crawled into her bed, "Goodnight." She sighed and almost blacked out as she fell automatically to sleep, still in the clothes she had been wearing that day.
Alex got up out of the chair and hobbled into the next room, falling on her bed to sleep as well.
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Dennis walked to his room, key in hand. He watched as Serena and Henry went into the room across from his, together. Seeing the way they were holding each other, Dennis made a face as if they were something gross or disgusting. He entered his room, tired and confused. He laid down his 'one' bag and walked to the small refrigerator in the living room, he opened it and removed one of the many small bottles of alcohol.
"Thank God!" he sighed as he twisted the top off the bottle and threw it on the floor, downing the liquid in the tiny bottle.
He grabbed another bottle from the fridge and went into the single bedroom. Dennis laid down on the bed, he stared up at the ceiling, he leaned up and drank from the bottle.
"What a life!" he whispered as he emptied the bottle and laid on his back till he passed out.
(Narrator: Evelyn Chase)
*
We road in our car for what seemed like forever, following those damn black vans and that weird old car of Cyrus'. That Dennis guy road with Cyrus, since he didn't have a car or cab fair, Serena and Henry went in one of the vans.
God! I am so tired! When in the hell are we going to get to this stupid hotel?
Cyrus said he would explain everything once we got back to this hotel where he had reserved rooms for us all. Looks like this is it... the vans are pulling into the parking lot of a pretty big hotel, looks kinda nice... I just hope they don't expect us to pay our way!
"Are we there yet?" Alex squealed beside me, she was just as exhausted as I was.
We got out of the car and walked to the entrance of the hotel, the others were waiting by the doors. In the main lobby Cyrus told us what we needed to know.
"Now that you know what I am collecting, perhaps you would like to know who The First Born Son was?" he asked us, we were all huddled together in the lobby chairs, trying not to let our conversation out.
"Why not" I sighed, too tired to talk.
"Back in the early sixties, Billy Michaels was your average seven-year-old kid. "Serena narrated to us. "His one true wish was to grow up and become just like his heroes... the cowboys on TV. He never obeyed his parents, and they rarely disciplined him, his father would call him 'Billy the Brat' because he always got what he wanted. One day when he was playing cowboys and Indians with his friend Danny, Billy's mother told him not to play with Danny's real bow and arrow set. But of course Billy never obeyed his mother, and I'm sure now he wishes he would have listened to her when she told him not to shoot the arrow up into the air like his friend Danny did."
Alex looked over at me, she had the look of fear in her brown eyes, and the feeling was mutual. I looked over at Dennis, he was staring at the floor, all fidgety as usual. Cyrus looked over at me with his deep stare.
"So, Miss Chase, are you and your friend Miss Ross interested in joining my team?" he echoed.
Dennis looked over at me... his teal eyes staring into mine, I looked away from his gaze, towards Alex.
"Its up to you." I told Alex, she looked up at me.
"How much does something like this pay?" she asked Cyrus uneasily.
Cyrus nodded to Henry.
"Five Thousand Dollars a ghost." Henry stated, his English accent making the money sound even more tempting.
"Five Grand a piece?" Dennis asked eagerly, Cyrus nodded.
I think all three of us said yes at the same time... I can't remember for certain, we signed our names on Cyrus' contract, unaware that we had now sealed our profession... and our fate, for we were now 'Ghost Hunters'.
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Evy opened the door to her hotel room, Alex was behind her with their bags. It was a pretty big room, two bedrooms, and a large living room. Alex threw the bags on the floor while Evy scoped out the rooms.
"God... I think I'm gonna pass out, or throw up... something along those lines." Alex whined as she collapsed in the chair.
Evy crawled into her bed, "Goodnight." She sighed and almost blacked out as she fell automatically to sleep, still in the clothes she had been wearing that day.
Alex got up out of the chair and hobbled into the next room, falling on her bed to sleep as well.
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Dennis walked to his room, key in hand. He watched as Serena and Henry went into the room across from his, together. Seeing the way they were holding each other, Dennis made a face as if they were something gross or disgusting. He entered his room, tired and confused. He laid down his 'one' bag and walked to the small refrigerator in the living room, he opened it and removed one of the many small bottles of alcohol.
"Thank God!" he sighed as he twisted the top off the bottle and threw it on the floor, downing the liquid in the tiny bottle.
He grabbed another bottle from the fridge and went into the single bedroom. Dennis laid down on the bed, he stared up at the ceiling, he leaned up and drank from the bottle.
"What a life!" he whispered as he emptied the bottle and laid on his back till he passed out.