Hush! Chapter 2
"Ok Dennis, go"
'Ah look, the wonders of modern technology, you see when I was 3 my parents realised I was "un-natural", my mother told my dad on my 1st birthday what she's been doing her whole life, he took it well considering the fireball he turned out to be. My mum knew I'd be weird, hey can you blame her? One thing she was was defiantly psychic! So on my 3rd birthday while the other kids were playing with my balloons (I'm not bitter!) and eating my cake I was in my room looking and wondering why mummy had locked her darling boy in a stuffy bedroom.
Then I saw her, like an angel of death she moved towards me silently gliding with cold emotionless eyes, she smiled a grim smile when I started screaming, trying to attract the attention of my mum or someone to help me. I wont lie to you now, I can still feel the terror today of my first "encounter", I felt the blood pump adrenaline around my body, Hell I felt the shit slowly moving down my ass! That's how scared little Dennis Rafkin was and she stayed in my room for week afterwards! Absolutely awful! It was really bad in my house for weeks after that, you see.
Year: 1980, Location: Rafkin household
"Les, listen. I understand about the whole psychic thing from you but why is he locked in his room?" Chris asked seriously, after Dennis had been born he lost his childish behaviour and became the stereotypical dad, supporting his family from his job at a psychology lab took its toll on him.
"Ah, Mr Rafkin, he's my son and he's probably inherited my gifts." Leslie smiled secretly "Are you feeling intimidated daddy?"
"Just a little, dear. Just a little" Chris gave a cheeky wink to his wife, his school behaviour shinned through "I still don't understand though!"
"Look it's easy, Michelle should be upstairs. If Dennis can see her royal spookiness then he's got a little present from mummy, if he can't then no harm done."
"Imagine the psychological trauma you've put him through Mrs Rafkin" he smiled teasingly at his wife who cringed at the name "Mrs Rafkin" she couldn't get used to it after four years. "Anyway, I'll still love him whatever happens. He's our son and he's going to grow up to be a class clown like me!" Leslie gave him a look of horror and swatted him on the arm
"As you mentioned he is our son! He's going to be rich and famous and he's going to make something of himself. Get out of this hellhole so to speak" Leslie grimaced. Their local area was a breeding place for thugs and thieves.
'So that was the reason why I was locked in my room, my dear mother wanted to see if I could. see. Hey and guess who inherited some fun powers? That would be me if you didn't know. My life went downhill from that moment; everywhere I went I could see ghosts. Of course none could really hurt me, but they scared the crap out of me! My parents were worried because I am apparently the only psychic from the family to feel any pain during an encounter and worse still I couldn't be touched, fuck that made some interesting talk at dinner parties!
"My sons psychic what can yours do?"
This put a strain on my dad, I mean every dad has dreamed of a day where he can teach his son to throw and catch, but what would happen if you couldn't hug yours even when he falls and scratches his knee? I'm really feeling proud of my dad, it couldn't have been easy for him but he done it anyway. Ok back to plot.
As I said a few times Michelle (my first ghost) stayed for a little while in my room where I would look nuts talking to her. After the first day the pain kicked in, ah lovely heart warming, head killing pain! I get lonely without it these days, seriously I really do. After the pain came my mum made Michelle leave using some mystical curse thingy. Not quite sure how she learnt it but it could have been a handy thing to know how to do.
Years after this incident when I was around 5 my parents went for a nice calming walk, leaving me alone with a neighbour. Walking down the neighbourhood was a death wish in this area but my parents insisted that they would be ok. I think you can figure out that this wasn't such a good plan. My mum was struck around the head with a metal bar, my dad trying to be brave fought the group of them but he never noticed the leader with the knife. Of course he didn't, he was a normal generous funny guy, no chance in this area. So my beautiful mum and my funny dad where dead, I don't need anyone's tears I have already cried enough for them and that's how it's going to be. '
"Dennis, you talk to much, the tapes about to go o "
A/n: Really sorry about killing Leslie and Chris!! Like losing a child, but not really lol. Sorry for the delay btw I'm loaded with the flu! Ah well! If your reading this please review and tell me why no-one else does! lol
"Ok Dennis, go"
'Ah look, the wonders of modern technology, you see when I was 3 my parents realised I was "un-natural", my mother told my dad on my 1st birthday what she's been doing her whole life, he took it well considering the fireball he turned out to be. My mum knew I'd be weird, hey can you blame her? One thing she was was defiantly psychic! So on my 3rd birthday while the other kids were playing with my balloons (I'm not bitter!) and eating my cake I was in my room looking and wondering why mummy had locked her darling boy in a stuffy bedroom.
Then I saw her, like an angel of death she moved towards me silently gliding with cold emotionless eyes, she smiled a grim smile when I started screaming, trying to attract the attention of my mum or someone to help me. I wont lie to you now, I can still feel the terror today of my first "encounter", I felt the blood pump adrenaline around my body, Hell I felt the shit slowly moving down my ass! That's how scared little Dennis Rafkin was and she stayed in my room for week afterwards! Absolutely awful! It was really bad in my house for weeks after that, you see.
Year: 1980, Location: Rafkin household
"Les, listen. I understand about the whole psychic thing from you but why is he locked in his room?" Chris asked seriously, after Dennis had been born he lost his childish behaviour and became the stereotypical dad, supporting his family from his job at a psychology lab took its toll on him.
"Ah, Mr Rafkin, he's my son and he's probably inherited my gifts." Leslie smiled secretly "Are you feeling intimidated daddy?"
"Just a little, dear. Just a little" Chris gave a cheeky wink to his wife, his school behaviour shinned through "I still don't understand though!"
"Look it's easy, Michelle should be upstairs. If Dennis can see her royal spookiness then he's got a little present from mummy, if he can't then no harm done."
"Imagine the psychological trauma you've put him through Mrs Rafkin" he smiled teasingly at his wife who cringed at the name "Mrs Rafkin" she couldn't get used to it after four years. "Anyway, I'll still love him whatever happens. He's our son and he's going to grow up to be a class clown like me!" Leslie gave him a look of horror and swatted him on the arm
"As you mentioned he is our son! He's going to be rich and famous and he's going to make something of himself. Get out of this hellhole so to speak" Leslie grimaced. Their local area was a breeding place for thugs and thieves.
'So that was the reason why I was locked in my room, my dear mother wanted to see if I could. see. Hey and guess who inherited some fun powers? That would be me if you didn't know. My life went downhill from that moment; everywhere I went I could see ghosts. Of course none could really hurt me, but they scared the crap out of me! My parents were worried because I am apparently the only psychic from the family to feel any pain during an encounter and worse still I couldn't be touched, fuck that made some interesting talk at dinner parties!
"My sons psychic what can yours do?"
This put a strain on my dad, I mean every dad has dreamed of a day where he can teach his son to throw and catch, but what would happen if you couldn't hug yours even when he falls and scratches his knee? I'm really feeling proud of my dad, it couldn't have been easy for him but he done it anyway. Ok back to plot.
As I said a few times Michelle (my first ghost) stayed for a little while in my room where I would look nuts talking to her. After the first day the pain kicked in, ah lovely heart warming, head killing pain! I get lonely without it these days, seriously I really do. After the pain came my mum made Michelle leave using some mystical curse thingy. Not quite sure how she learnt it but it could have been a handy thing to know how to do.
Years after this incident when I was around 5 my parents went for a nice calming walk, leaving me alone with a neighbour. Walking down the neighbourhood was a death wish in this area but my parents insisted that they would be ok. I think you can figure out that this wasn't such a good plan. My mum was struck around the head with a metal bar, my dad trying to be brave fought the group of them but he never noticed the leader with the knife. Of course he didn't, he was a normal generous funny guy, no chance in this area. So my beautiful mum and my funny dad where dead, I don't need anyone's tears I have already cried enough for them and that's how it's going to be. '
"Dennis, you talk to much, the tapes about to go o "
A/n: Really sorry about killing Leslie and Chris!! Like losing a child, but not really lol. Sorry for the delay btw I'm loaded with the flu! Ah well! If your reading this please review and tell me why no-one else does! lol