~!!Disclaimer!!~ MOO! No matter how much I wish I owned Thir13en Ghosts.
(Or just Dennis himself, heh) I don't. So no one sues me, okay? Yup.
Anyway, you wouldn't be able to expect much money.
Chapter2: Scar-ed Kitty Cat
A sudden rush of cool air filled the room. The face of the beautiful, relaxed, pale women immediately turn into a face of fear. When a familiar crazed laughter echoed around the room she curled up into a ball and whimpered. "The Jackal." Dennis already knew whom it. He started to look around the room from the Jackal, panicking, and saw the faces of the once so happy dolls turn into menacing grins. Their blue eyes turn into black beady eyes, their smiles was from ear to ear, barring all their milk-white teethes and their eyebrows moved to their nose, leaving a vicious, creepy doll.
Out of nowhere, Jackal bounced into the room and ran towards the lady. Dennis looked at him and wonder how did the Jackal get his cage off. She sat up, clutching her blanket with her wide eyes opened and let out a gasp. Dennis had no to think and immediately rushed to girl. Before the Jackal came down at the girl with his nails Dennis shield the girl with his body and received the blow instead. Fresh wounds appeared on his chest. He felt nothing and the wounds closed magically, the Jackal's eyes narrowed at Dennis. In hatred, the ghost came at Dennis, trying to get to the girl. Dennis tried to push the ghost away but there was no use, Jackal pushed him to the side as Dennis watched in horror. The ghost flew straight from the girl; she let out a piercing scream. The Jackal clawed at her face and her throat. It unsuspectingly started to chew the flesh on her stripped throat, sucking the blood madly out of the girl. She tried to grab something from the shelf with her free hand. Dennis noticed that there was a flare and a lighter between two of the dolls and quickly went for it. The Jackal heard a fizzing noise on his left; he turned and saw a flare coming at his head.
When the Jackal disappeared Dennis rushed over the girl, only to find her huddled in the farthest corner of her bed crying. "Hey, you all right?" Dennis walked over to her. The girl jumpily hid her face with her hands as the blood and tears rained down the space between her fingers. "Hey, hey, hey, don't worry, I'm not here to hurt. Shh.everything will be ok." He waited until a pair of yellow, cat-like eyes appeared from beneath the dripping, strands of hair covering her face and sat down on her bed.
The strange silence hanged inside the small room and Dennis got nervous. "Um.I'm Dennis Rafkin, by the way. Um.uh.can you, like.see me?" He waved his hand back and forth before her face. She didn't respond. "O-ga-la-bo-ga- la! Sha-zam! I eat cat poo! Moo! Wally-Fally-Molly-Golly!" Suddenly, the string of black hair moved away from her face as she lift her head up. Dennis noticed a small smile on her face and that she was truly beautiful, even with the cut on her face. The pink roses on her cheeks, her perfect bone structure, her pale red lips, and the whiteness of her fair skin memorized him. He had the urged to touch her soft flesh, even though he knew that he was going to hurt himself, and he did it. Dennis lifted his right hand and moved it toward her face slowly. He cupped the side of her face and smiled to the touch of the velvet-like skin. He felt nothing and forgot all about his powers.
Suddenly, she winced, Dennis realized that he had touched one of her cuts. The blood ran down his fingers. "Sorry." He quickly took his hand away from her and lowered his head in embarrassment. The slowly crawled over to him, which reminded him of a cat. The girl kneeled before him and began to reach a finger towards his head. Dennis pulled away which a frightened look on his face. "Ahh, don't touch me!" he cried. She ignored his warning and poked him. Dennis shut his eyes tightly but he didn't feel anything. There was no pain in his head, and any images in his head. When she realized that he was real, her forehead wrinkled. ".Are you going to.hurt me?" she whispered, quite nervous. Dennis grinned. "Naw, I'm not gonna hurt ya, babe. I'm nothing like that creep, the Jackal. Heh, they all give me death treats, even though I'm dead. Don't worry.besides, I don't even know what I'm doing here! One minute I'm leaving a house and the next I appear here." Dennis shrugged. Amazingly, the girl went closer to him and laid her head down on his lap. She curled up on him and Dennis gently put a hand on her back. And there she fell asleep, the most wonderful sleep she had ever had in for months.
When the first light fell into her room her bright eyes fluttered open. She still felt Dennis' cold hand on her back and she smiled. With a yawn she rose to meet her yellow eyes into a pair of intense blue eyes. "Thank you, Dennis.for watching over me." The girl sat up from her bed and went walked over to her closet, standing nearby. "Wait a second," Dennis hurried over to the girl who took out a school uniform. "Who are you and how can you see me?" She started to unbutton the white nightgown stained with blood and tuned around, facing the closet. "Do you mind?" she asked, rushing to put on her uniform. Dennis turned around and asked again. When finished her she turned around and told him, "My name is Padme and I see dead people." The joke was light but she had to get to school, fast. "Like, StarWars's Padme?" Dennis asked, confused. The girl didn't reply. "Hold on," Dennis rushed over to her and gestured her scar-face. "What about your face?" Padme lightly touch her face and a shadow fell across her face. She grabbed a hat nearby and pulled it down which covered half her face.
Chapter2: Scar-ed Kitty Cat
A sudden rush of cool air filled the room. The face of the beautiful, relaxed, pale women immediately turn into a face of fear. When a familiar crazed laughter echoed around the room she curled up into a ball and whimpered. "The Jackal." Dennis already knew whom it. He started to look around the room from the Jackal, panicking, and saw the faces of the once so happy dolls turn into menacing grins. Their blue eyes turn into black beady eyes, their smiles was from ear to ear, barring all their milk-white teethes and their eyebrows moved to their nose, leaving a vicious, creepy doll.
Out of nowhere, Jackal bounced into the room and ran towards the lady. Dennis looked at him and wonder how did the Jackal get his cage off. She sat up, clutching her blanket with her wide eyes opened and let out a gasp. Dennis had no to think and immediately rushed to girl. Before the Jackal came down at the girl with his nails Dennis shield the girl with his body and received the blow instead. Fresh wounds appeared on his chest. He felt nothing and the wounds closed magically, the Jackal's eyes narrowed at Dennis. In hatred, the ghost came at Dennis, trying to get to the girl. Dennis tried to push the ghost away but there was no use, Jackal pushed him to the side as Dennis watched in horror. The ghost flew straight from the girl; she let out a piercing scream. The Jackal clawed at her face and her throat. It unsuspectingly started to chew the flesh on her stripped throat, sucking the blood madly out of the girl. She tried to grab something from the shelf with her free hand. Dennis noticed that there was a flare and a lighter between two of the dolls and quickly went for it. The Jackal heard a fizzing noise on his left; he turned and saw a flare coming at his head.
When the Jackal disappeared Dennis rushed over the girl, only to find her huddled in the farthest corner of her bed crying. "Hey, you all right?" Dennis walked over to her. The girl jumpily hid her face with her hands as the blood and tears rained down the space between her fingers. "Hey, hey, hey, don't worry, I'm not here to hurt. Shh.everything will be ok." He waited until a pair of yellow, cat-like eyes appeared from beneath the dripping, strands of hair covering her face and sat down on her bed.
The strange silence hanged inside the small room and Dennis got nervous. "Um.I'm Dennis Rafkin, by the way. Um.uh.can you, like.see me?" He waved his hand back and forth before her face. She didn't respond. "O-ga-la-bo-ga- la! Sha-zam! I eat cat poo! Moo! Wally-Fally-Molly-Golly!" Suddenly, the string of black hair moved away from her face as she lift her head up. Dennis noticed a small smile on her face and that she was truly beautiful, even with the cut on her face. The pink roses on her cheeks, her perfect bone structure, her pale red lips, and the whiteness of her fair skin memorized him. He had the urged to touch her soft flesh, even though he knew that he was going to hurt himself, and he did it. Dennis lifted his right hand and moved it toward her face slowly. He cupped the side of her face and smiled to the touch of the velvet-like skin. He felt nothing and forgot all about his powers.
Suddenly, she winced, Dennis realized that he had touched one of her cuts. The blood ran down his fingers. "Sorry." He quickly took his hand away from her and lowered his head in embarrassment. The slowly crawled over to him, which reminded him of a cat. The girl kneeled before him and began to reach a finger towards his head. Dennis pulled away which a frightened look on his face. "Ahh, don't touch me!" he cried. She ignored his warning and poked him. Dennis shut his eyes tightly but he didn't feel anything. There was no pain in his head, and any images in his head. When she realized that he was real, her forehead wrinkled. ".Are you going to.hurt me?" she whispered, quite nervous. Dennis grinned. "Naw, I'm not gonna hurt ya, babe. I'm nothing like that creep, the Jackal. Heh, they all give me death treats, even though I'm dead. Don't worry.besides, I don't even know what I'm doing here! One minute I'm leaving a house and the next I appear here." Dennis shrugged. Amazingly, the girl went closer to him and laid her head down on his lap. She curled up on him and Dennis gently put a hand on her back. And there she fell asleep, the most wonderful sleep she had ever had in for months.
When the first light fell into her room her bright eyes fluttered open. She still felt Dennis' cold hand on her back and she smiled. With a yawn she rose to meet her yellow eyes into a pair of intense blue eyes. "Thank you, Dennis.for watching over me." The girl sat up from her bed and went walked over to her closet, standing nearby. "Wait a second," Dennis hurried over to the girl who took out a school uniform. "Who are you and how can you see me?" She started to unbutton the white nightgown stained with blood and tuned around, facing the closet. "Do you mind?" she asked, rushing to put on her uniform. Dennis turned around and asked again. When finished her she turned around and told him, "My name is Padme and I see dead people." The joke was light but she had to get to school, fast. "Like, StarWars's Padme?" Dennis asked, confused. The girl didn't reply. "Hold on," Dennis rushed over to her and gestured her scar-face. "What about your face?" Padme lightly touch her face and a shadow fell across her face. She grabbed a hat nearby and pulled it down which covered half her face.