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The Thir13enth Ghost: The Ocularis
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By: Magdalena Iris Roth
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It had been almost two months since Dennis and Evelyn had last seen Cyrus, Serena or any ghosts. They were now living their usual hectic lives in their cramped little apartment in New York, things were as normal as they could be for them.
"Evy, where's the aspirin!?!" Dennis asked frantically as he ran from each messy room of the small apartment.
"Its in the bathroom cabinet!" she shouted to him from the other room as she rushed to find her shoes.
"No it isn't!" he whined back.
"Well if it isn't its cuz you set it somewhere else!!!" she shouted at him in a bad mood, Dennis stopped in his tracks.
"Alright... breathe!" he said with a stressed look on his face.
"I'm sorry..." she sighed, pausing for a moment to calm down. "It's just... I think I'm getting sick, and I have to go to work... we're behind on the rent..."
"It's gonna be okay, trust me." He muttered as he hugged her.
"My stomach doesn't feel okay!" she whined as she rested her head on his chest. "God! What time is it?" she asked suddenly, lifting her head up in search of a clock.
"I love you too." He said sarcastically.
"Damn... its almost seven, I gotta find my shoes!" she mumbled stressfully as she walked away from him.
Evy found her shoes and slipped them on, she bent down to tie them when I knock came on their door.
"I'll get it." Dennis sighed.
Dennis went to the door and opened it, standing in front of him was a blonde man in his late twenties in a black suit carrying a black suitcase.
"Mr. Rafkin?" the man asked him.
"Yeah." Dennis responded confusingly.
"I represent the estate of a Mr. Cyrus Kriticos." The blonde man told him, Dennis just stared at him blankly. "May I come in?" the man asked indecisively.
The blonde man introduced himself as Ben Moss... Cyrus' lawyer. He sat down at the rickety kitchen table, opening his suitcase on it, he pulled out a stack of paperwork, along with something else...
"So, Mr. Moss, what are you doing here again?" Evy asked the lawyer.
"As I'm sure you already know, Cyrus Kriticos' accidental death has made Mr. Rafkin..." Ben stopped talking once he noticed the look on Evy and Dennis' faces. "You two didn't know that Cyrus was dead?"
"No... we did not." Evelyn stated, Dennis just looked around the room, paranoid as if he was worried that Cyrus' ghost was going to jump out and get him.
"On December 17th Cyrus' body was discovered by one of the men he worked with." Ben told them.
"December 17th, what time?" Dennis asked.
"Around ten in the evening."
"How did he die?" Evy asked calmly.
"He was nearly decapitated by a sheet of metal at a junkyard in Chicago." Ben said uncomfortably, Evelyn nodded as she walked towards the window, her arms folded against her chest.
Dennis looked down at the floor uneasily.
"In his will, Cyrus requested that you have this." The lawyer told Dennis, handing him the oddly shaped gold key.
"A key?" Dennis muttered confused as he reached for it, as soon as he touched the metal object he got a flash of violent images, twisting metal, grinding steel, sliding glass walls engraved in Latin scripture... but what stuck in Dennis' mind the most was the stacks of hundred dollar bills among the winding machinery.
"A key to what?" Evy asked just as confused as Dennis was, then he handed her the key... she automatically flinched when she touched the metal object... Dennis knew she had seen the images too.
"According to these documents... a key to your new house." The lawyer said.
"Why does this go to us, I mean what about Arthur... he was Cyrus' nephew." Evy rambled, then she saw Dennis' puzzled appearance, Evy then remembered she never told him about her visit to the Kriticos'.
"Who? How do you know he had a nephew?" Dennis asked her suspiciously.
"Long story... I'll tell you later." She muttered.
"Well since Arthur Kriticos is the next in line to inherit Cyrus' residence, if you refuse the offer... or if something happens to you, the Kriticos family will inherit it." Ben Moss informed them.
"Where is the house?" Dennis asked.
"Willow Grove, Pennsylvania." The lawyer stated.
Evy and Dennis just looked at each other.
The Thir13enth Ghost: The Ocularis
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By: Magdalena Iris Roth
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It had been almost two months since Dennis and Evelyn had last seen Cyrus, Serena or any ghosts. They were now living their usual hectic lives in their cramped little apartment in New York, things were as normal as they could be for them.
"Evy, where's the aspirin!?!" Dennis asked frantically as he ran from each messy room of the small apartment.
"Its in the bathroom cabinet!" she shouted to him from the other room as she rushed to find her shoes.
"No it isn't!" he whined back.
"Well if it isn't its cuz you set it somewhere else!!!" she shouted at him in a bad mood, Dennis stopped in his tracks.
"Alright... breathe!" he said with a stressed look on his face.
"I'm sorry..." she sighed, pausing for a moment to calm down. "It's just... I think I'm getting sick, and I have to go to work... we're behind on the rent..."
"It's gonna be okay, trust me." He muttered as he hugged her.
"My stomach doesn't feel okay!" she whined as she rested her head on his chest. "God! What time is it?" she asked suddenly, lifting her head up in search of a clock.
"I love you too." He said sarcastically.
"Damn... its almost seven, I gotta find my shoes!" she mumbled stressfully as she walked away from him.
Evy found her shoes and slipped them on, she bent down to tie them when I knock came on their door.
"I'll get it." Dennis sighed.
Dennis went to the door and opened it, standing in front of him was a blonde man in his late twenties in a black suit carrying a black suitcase.
"Mr. Rafkin?" the man asked him.
"Yeah." Dennis responded confusingly.
"I represent the estate of a Mr. Cyrus Kriticos." The blonde man told him, Dennis just stared at him blankly. "May I come in?" the man asked indecisively.
The blonde man introduced himself as Ben Moss... Cyrus' lawyer. He sat down at the rickety kitchen table, opening his suitcase on it, he pulled out a stack of paperwork, along with something else...
"So, Mr. Moss, what are you doing here again?" Evy asked the lawyer.
"As I'm sure you already know, Cyrus Kriticos' accidental death has made Mr. Rafkin..." Ben stopped talking once he noticed the look on Evy and Dennis' faces. "You two didn't know that Cyrus was dead?"
"No... we did not." Evelyn stated, Dennis just looked around the room, paranoid as if he was worried that Cyrus' ghost was going to jump out and get him.
"On December 17th Cyrus' body was discovered by one of the men he worked with." Ben told them.
"December 17th, what time?" Dennis asked.
"Around ten in the evening."
"How did he die?" Evy asked calmly.
"He was nearly decapitated by a sheet of metal at a junkyard in Chicago." Ben said uncomfortably, Evelyn nodded as she walked towards the window, her arms folded against her chest.
Dennis looked down at the floor uneasily.
"In his will, Cyrus requested that you have this." The lawyer told Dennis, handing him the oddly shaped gold key.
"A key?" Dennis muttered confused as he reached for it, as soon as he touched the metal object he got a flash of violent images, twisting metal, grinding steel, sliding glass walls engraved in Latin scripture... but what stuck in Dennis' mind the most was the stacks of hundred dollar bills among the winding machinery.
"A key to what?" Evy asked just as confused as Dennis was, then he handed her the key... she automatically flinched when she touched the metal object... Dennis knew she had seen the images too.
"According to these documents... a key to your new house." The lawyer said.
"Why does this go to us, I mean what about Arthur... he was Cyrus' nephew." Evy rambled, then she saw Dennis' puzzled appearance, Evy then remembered she never told him about her visit to the Kriticos'.
"Who? How do you know he had a nephew?" Dennis asked her suspiciously.
"Long story... I'll tell you later." She muttered.
"Well since Arthur Kriticos is the next in line to inherit Cyrus' residence, if you refuse the offer... or if something happens to you, the Kriticos family will inherit it." Ben Moss informed them.
"Where is the house?" Dennis asked.
"Willow Grove, Pennsylvania." The lawyer stated.
Evy and Dennis just looked at each other.
