Author's Note:
Hey everybody!
Thanks for reading. It has come to my attention that I have not previously supported my story with a disclaimer... so here it is!
I do not own the rights to anything involving or in reference to the movie Thir13en Ghosts or any other Dark Castle Entertainment film for that matter. So please, do not sue me! Any characters that are not in relation to Dark Castle are purely my own creation, and I probably don't own them either... so back off or I'll cut you in half like the lawyer!!!
So anyway... back to the story... I know it kinda sucks lately, but colds aren't that good for inspiration!
P.S. lillardchica, thanks for thinking about hitting Cyrus with the Dire Mother's shoe! He so disserves it!!!
So thanks for reading and reviewing everyone!!!
*Passes out from drinking too much Nyquil*
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The phone next to the bed rang for what seemed like an eternity. Finally Dennis rolled over and picked up the receiver.
"Hello?" he groggily mumbled into the phone with his eyes closed.
"Hello, room 210? This is a requested wake up call from a Mr. Kriticos." The voice on the other line babbled.
"Huh? Oh, great... I'm up." He mumbled, hanging the phone up without even looking.
He rolled over in the opposite direction, flopping his arm around Evy as he went back to sleep. Then suddenly, they both opened their eyes at the same time in shock, slowly they glanced at each other, a look of fright came over their faces. They shot up out of bed, staring at each other awkwardly.
"I... uh... "Dennis began to say. "Did we... uh?"
"I don't remember!" Evy shouted in confusion, running to the bathroom as fast as she could, slamming the door behind her.
Dennis just stood in the same spot by the bed, dazed as he tried to remember what happened the night before.
After finding his shoes, Dennis decided to give Evelyn some time to herself. He opened the door to the room and stepped out, just his luck that Serena was standing in front of him.
"Rough night?" she commented as she looked him over, he was wearing the same black pants from the day before and a wrinkled white undershirt.
"Rough life!" he said in a cocky tone as he gave her a dirty look.
"Oh, there you are, we were just about to wake you." Henry said politely as he walked towards them.
"I think he was already up..." Serena sarcastically noted, trying her best not to laugh.
Dennis gave her another dirty look, then walked away from them towards the elevators. Suddenly, the door to room 210 opened, Evelyn stepped out, wearing a terrycloth robe from the hotel, her curly hair was dripping water on the hallway carpeting.
"Where's Dennis?" she asked Serena and Henry eagerly.
"Uh..." Serena muttered, pointing to him down the hall.
Evelyn took off running towards him.
"Dennis, wait!" she yelled to him, he stopped and turned around to face her.
"What?" he mumbled confused.
"I lied... I do remember last night." She then leaned into him, standing on her toes as she kissed him on the lips.
Serena and Henry just stood in the hallway, stupefied at the sight of them kissing.
Evelyn stepped back, releasing him as she stared up at him.
"Uh... okay." Dennis whispered, more confused than he ever was before.
Evy nodded, then walked back to the room, slamming the door in Serena's face.
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Hammer Of Fire
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"Cyrus! This is unethical! You can not capture souls as if they were merely objects!" the man in his early thirties hissed at Cyrus as Evelyn and Dennis approached them.
They were at the plantation field of an old bayou mansion in New Orleans, the sun was setting and Cyrus' workers were beginning to become frightened, especially after what happened with the last two ghosts.
"Please Damon, I don't have time for your ramblings!" Cyrus fussed to the man.
"Hey, what now?" Evy asked Cyrus as she walked towards him, Dennis just looked around the area, paranoid as usual.
"Damon here has informed me that what we are doing is morally wrong." Cyrus stated.
"Everything you do is morally wrong Cyrus!" The familiar female voice said from behind them, it was Kalina.
"Ah! Kalina, switching sides I see." Cyrus scoffed, Kalina gave him an evil grin.
"What's going on?" Evy asked.
"Cyrus is trying to collect the twelve earthbound spirits!" Damon said angrily, Evy just stood there confused. "How could you assist him?" he questioned, walking closer to Dennis.
"Ah, don't touch me!" Dennis tried to say as nonchalant as possible as he eased back away from Damon.
"Look, its none of your business why we assist him!" Evelyn sneered at him.
"Fine, have fun being the right hand to the devil!" Damon fussed as he stammered away to his car, Kalina followed him.
"What was that all about?" Dennis asked in confusion.
"I don't have time for this!" Cyrus protested.
Evy caught a flash of something gruesome, then attracted her attention to the tree stump a few feet away.
"What is it?" Dennis wondered as he saw the look on her face.
"You really don't want to know!" she mumbled, walking away from the stump.
"Power up the cube!" Cyrus called to the others, Dennis and Evy then put on the spectral viewers.
"Ahh!" Dennis moaned as he fell to the ground, Evy kneeled next to him worried.
Dennis looked up slowly, peering through the clear viewers he saw the spirit of the Hammer... his large body nailed with railroad spikes and his blacksmith hammer welded to his arm.
"Oh boy..." Dennis muttered in fear.
The Latin began to chant, the angered spirit turned facing the cube... he charged towards the glass prison, swinging his hammer as he ran into the containment cube, the spell engraved glass doors slammed shut.
Dennis and Evy walked over to the cube, the Hammer continued to beat the walls in hope of escaping... but the barrier spells were too strong. Dennis peered into the cube, just was he put his face to the glass the ghost pounded the hammer at him.
"Aahhhhh!!!" Dennis screamed, jumping backwards, Evy jerked back in tension.
"Well, another job well done." Cyrus sadistically noted as he laughed slightly at their high-strung behavior.
Dennis and Evelyn just looked at him astonished.
Hey everybody!
Thanks for reading. It has come to my attention that I have not previously supported my story with a disclaimer... so here it is!
I do not own the rights to anything involving or in reference to the movie Thir13en Ghosts or any other Dark Castle Entertainment film for that matter. So please, do not sue me! Any characters that are not in relation to Dark Castle are purely my own creation, and I probably don't own them either... so back off or I'll cut you in half like the lawyer!!!
So anyway... back to the story... I know it kinda sucks lately, but colds aren't that good for inspiration!
P.S. lillardchica, thanks for thinking about hitting Cyrus with the Dire Mother's shoe! He so disserves it!!!
So thanks for reading and reviewing everyone!!!
*Passes out from drinking too much Nyquil*
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The phone next to the bed rang for what seemed like an eternity. Finally Dennis rolled over and picked up the receiver.
"Hello?" he groggily mumbled into the phone with his eyes closed.
"Hello, room 210? This is a requested wake up call from a Mr. Kriticos." The voice on the other line babbled.
"Huh? Oh, great... I'm up." He mumbled, hanging the phone up without even looking.
He rolled over in the opposite direction, flopping his arm around Evy as he went back to sleep. Then suddenly, they both opened their eyes at the same time in shock, slowly they glanced at each other, a look of fright came over their faces. They shot up out of bed, staring at each other awkwardly.
"I... uh... "Dennis began to say. "Did we... uh?"
"I don't remember!" Evy shouted in confusion, running to the bathroom as fast as she could, slamming the door behind her.
Dennis just stood in the same spot by the bed, dazed as he tried to remember what happened the night before.
After finding his shoes, Dennis decided to give Evelyn some time to herself. He opened the door to the room and stepped out, just his luck that Serena was standing in front of him.
"Rough night?" she commented as she looked him over, he was wearing the same black pants from the day before and a wrinkled white undershirt.
"Rough life!" he said in a cocky tone as he gave her a dirty look.
"Oh, there you are, we were just about to wake you." Henry said politely as he walked towards them.
"I think he was already up..." Serena sarcastically noted, trying her best not to laugh.
Dennis gave her another dirty look, then walked away from them towards the elevators. Suddenly, the door to room 210 opened, Evelyn stepped out, wearing a terrycloth robe from the hotel, her curly hair was dripping water on the hallway carpeting.
"Where's Dennis?" she asked Serena and Henry eagerly.
"Uh..." Serena muttered, pointing to him down the hall.
Evelyn took off running towards him.
"Dennis, wait!" she yelled to him, he stopped and turned around to face her.
"What?" he mumbled confused.
"I lied... I do remember last night." She then leaned into him, standing on her toes as she kissed him on the lips.
Serena and Henry just stood in the hallway, stupefied at the sight of them kissing.
Evelyn stepped back, releasing him as she stared up at him.
"Uh... okay." Dennis whispered, more confused than he ever was before.
Evy nodded, then walked back to the room, slamming the door in Serena's face.
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Hammer Of Fire
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"Cyrus! This is unethical! You can not capture souls as if they were merely objects!" the man in his early thirties hissed at Cyrus as Evelyn and Dennis approached them.
They were at the plantation field of an old bayou mansion in New Orleans, the sun was setting and Cyrus' workers were beginning to become frightened, especially after what happened with the last two ghosts.
"Please Damon, I don't have time for your ramblings!" Cyrus fussed to the man.
"Hey, what now?" Evy asked Cyrus as she walked towards him, Dennis just looked around the area, paranoid as usual.
"Damon here has informed me that what we are doing is morally wrong." Cyrus stated.
"Everything you do is morally wrong Cyrus!" The familiar female voice said from behind them, it was Kalina.
"Ah! Kalina, switching sides I see." Cyrus scoffed, Kalina gave him an evil grin.
"What's going on?" Evy asked.
"Cyrus is trying to collect the twelve earthbound spirits!" Damon said angrily, Evy just stood there confused. "How could you assist him?" he questioned, walking closer to Dennis.
"Ah, don't touch me!" Dennis tried to say as nonchalant as possible as he eased back away from Damon.
"Look, its none of your business why we assist him!" Evelyn sneered at him.
"Fine, have fun being the right hand to the devil!" Damon fussed as he stammered away to his car, Kalina followed him.
"What was that all about?" Dennis asked in confusion.
"I don't have time for this!" Cyrus protested.
Evy caught a flash of something gruesome, then attracted her attention to the tree stump a few feet away.
"What is it?" Dennis wondered as he saw the look on her face.
"You really don't want to know!" she mumbled, walking away from the stump.
"Power up the cube!" Cyrus called to the others, Dennis and Evy then put on the spectral viewers.
"Ahh!" Dennis moaned as he fell to the ground, Evy kneeled next to him worried.
Dennis looked up slowly, peering through the clear viewers he saw the spirit of the Hammer... his large body nailed with railroad spikes and his blacksmith hammer welded to his arm.
"Oh boy..." Dennis muttered in fear.
The Latin began to chant, the angered spirit turned facing the cube... he charged towards the glass prison, swinging his hammer as he ran into the containment cube, the spell engraved glass doors slammed shut.
Dennis and Evy walked over to the cube, the Hammer continued to beat the walls in hope of escaping... but the barrier spells were too strong. Dennis peered into the cube, just was he put his face to the glass the ghost pounded the hammer at him.
"Aahhhhh!!!" Dennis screamed, jumping backwards, Evy jerked back in tension.
"Well, another job well done." Cyrus sadistically noted as he laughed slightly at their high-strung behavior.
Dennis and Evelyn just looked at him astonished.