*Disclaimer*
I *sniffle* don't own Thirteen Ghosts. Or what's worse? I don't own
Dennis either! *breaks down crying* So, don't sue me. *sniffles again* It's
hard enough as it is!
*A/N* Okay, I have a serious favor to ask you guys.........pinch me..........yes, pinch me, through the computer screen......aw, come on, it'll be fun............... Okay, but seriously, I'm glad you like this, 'cause, I've been writing my butt off, its cool though, I'm not forcing myself or anything, just doing it when I feel up to it....which is about every other hour. Now that I think more about it, I have a new hobby! Yay, go me again! Okay, now time for pathetic Scream quote "Watch a few movies, take a few notes!...........It was fun."
"Life" by a Ghost
Chapter Three: "You Gotta Be Kiddin' Me"
Well, the first thing I remember after that is waking up in a hospital bed. My grandmother was there, she looked at me and when she saw I was awake she called in the doctor. He examined me to make sure everything was okay, and when he figured out everything was he went and got the nurses to bring in some food. Sure, it was gross, but I was grateful for it, I had practically no energy left.
My grandfather walked in shortly afterwards, he immediatly sat down next to me and made sure I was feeling alright, winds up that he couldn't get off of work until then, he made up for it, got me a new drawing pad (I loved to draw by the way) and we talked for a while. The rest of the day went pretty fast, the doctors told my grandparents they didn't want me to leave until the next day, just to be safe. My grandparents had to go around 11:00, but they promised they'd come and get me as soon as they were allowed in the building the next morning. I feel asleep around 11:30, I was exhausted.
Somewhere in the middle of the night, I woke up. I dunno why, something inside my head snapped and told me to wake up. Remember what I said about trusting my instincts?
My room was dark, but the lights in the hallway were dimly lit. I heard something rustle outside the room, but I didn't see anything except a shadow. I figured it was one of the nurses checking on me, and I turned around and tried to fall back asleep. A few minutes later I heard the rustle again. I sat up, and I'll admit now, I was scared to death. I'd seen plenty of horror flicks by that time, and most of them had someone getting killed in a hospital, needless to say, at 14 years old, being only 5'3" and weighing something around 120 pounds, I wasn't the strongest (or the bravest) kid out there. I shivered at pulled the blankets up farther to my chin.
I was about to try for the third time to fall asleep, when a saw the shadow outside getting larger, and before I knew what was happening a tall looking guy was standing in my room, looking at me. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Was this how it was gonna end? Me in some horror movie situation?! That's crazy! The guy stared down at me, and I gulped.
The guy reached over and flicked the lamp on the end table on, part of the room was illuminated, and I could see his face.
It was that guy from the school! I gasped, like some freaked out little five year old. He gave me a strange look and chuckled. What was he laughing at? My horror turned to anger. He didn't have any right to sneak up on me in the middle of the night, practicallly scaring my to death. He noticed the angered look on my face.
"Mr. Rafkin? I'm sorry if I scared you, I was told this was the room you were staying in, and one of your doctors told me that they saw you awake, I need to speak to you."
I stared at him. Scared me? He was ALLOWED in here? I didn't want him in here, I didn't want him to see me or be in my room , or even in the same building as me and-
"Wait....you need to speak to me?" I asked "What do you want?"
He chuckled again. "Your a nervous little kid aren't you."
My anger built up again. No one, NO ONE, called me little. That was like the worst thing anyone could say to me, being the size I was and all.
"Please don't take that the wrong way, I am just here to ask for your help." He looked at me solemly.
Okay, there went the confusion again. "My help?"
He nodded slowly. "Yes Dennis, I need your help, your the only one around here that I know of with your gift."
I was still a little confused...well, really confused okay? "Gift? I have a gift? Someone gave me a gift? Where is it?"
He couldn't hold back his laughter. "No Dennis, your paranormal gift, you are psychic!"
I stared at him in disbelief, this guy was obviously not all there if you know what I mean, well, I guess deep down, I kinda already knew, maybe I was just in a strange form of denial, I mean what would you say if you were a 14 year old kid that was being told you were psychic? I know what I said.
"You gotta be kiddin' me"
~A/N~ Oh, and *poof* the chapter ends quickly leaving the reader staring at the screen in a deep form of suspense, the few remaining lights left on in their house flicker.......and *poof again* ghost pops out from under the bed and tells them to keep on reviewing my story! Yay! Go readers! Now, if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go take something for my poor, pathetic, headache ridden head. Remind me again how snow and cold weather could possibly EVER be a good thing. If you give me a good answer I'll give you a cookie, chocolate chip or an Oreo, which ever you prefer.
*A/N* Okay, I have a serious favor to ask you guys.........pinch me..........yes, pinch me, through the computer screen......aw, come on, it'll be fun............... Okay, but seriously, I'm glad you like this, 'cause, I've been writing my butt off, its cool though, I'm not forcing myself or anything, just doing it when I feel up to it....which is about every other hour. Now that I think more about it, I have a new hobby! Yay, go me again! Okay, now time for pathetic Scream quote "Watch a few movies, take a few notes!...........It was fun."
"Life" by a Ghost
Chapter Three: "You Gotta Be Kiddin' Me"
Well, the first thing I remember after that is waking up in a hospital bed. My grandmother was there, she looked at me and when she saw I was awake she called in the doctor. He examined me to make sure everything was okay, and when he figured out everything was he went and got the nurses to bring in some food. Sure, it was gross, but I was grateful for it, I had practically no energy left.
My grandfather walked in shortly afterwards, he immediatly sat down next to me and made sure I was feeling alright, winds up that he couldn't get off of work until then, he made up for it, got me a new drawing pad (I loved to draw by the way) and we talked for a while. The rest of the day went pretty fast, the doctors told my grandparents they didn't want me to leave until the next day, just to be safe. My grandparents had to go around 11:00, but they promised they'd come and get me as soon as they were allowed in the building the next morning. I feel asleep around 11:30, I was exhausted.
Somewhere in the middle of the night, I woke up. I dunno why, something inside my head snapped and told me to wake up. Remember what I said about trusting my instincts?
My room was dark, but the lights in the hallway were dimly lit. I heard something rustle outside the room, but I didn't see anything except a shadow. I figured it was one of the nurses checking on me, and I turned around and tried to fall back asleep. A few minutes later I heard the rustle again. I sat up, and I'll admit now, I was scared to death. I'd seen plenty of horror flicks by that time, and most of them had someone getting killed in a hospital, needless to say, at 14 years old, being only 5'3" and weighing something around 120 pounds, I wasn't the strongest (or the bravest) kid out there. I shivered at pulled the blankets up farther to my chin.
I was about to try for the third time to fall asleep, when a saw the shadow outside getting larger, and before I knew what was happening a tall looking guy was standing in my room, looking at me. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Was this how it was gonna end? Me in some horror movie situation?! That's crazy! The guy stared down at me, and I gulped.
The guy reached over and flicked the lamp on the end table on, part of the room was illuminated, and I could see his face.
It was that guy from the school! I gasped, like some freaked out little five year old. He gave me a strange look and chuckled. What was he laughing at? My horror turned to anger. He didn't have any right to sneak up on me in the middle of the night, practicallly scaring my to death. He noticed the angered look on my face.
"Mr. Rafkin? I'm sorry if I scared you, I was told this was the room you were staying in, and one of your doctors told me that they saw you awake, I need to speak to you."
I stared at him. Scared me? He was ALLOWED in here? I didn't want him in here, I didn't want him to see me or be in my room , or even in the same building as me and-
"Wait....you need to speak to me?" I asked "What do you want?"
He chuckled again. "Your a nervous little kid aren't you."
My anger built up again. No one, NO ONE, called me little. That was like the worst thing anyone could say to me, being the size I was and all.
"Please don't take that the wrong way, I am just here to ask for your help." He looked at me solemly.
Okay, there went the confusion again. "My help?"
He nodded slowly. "Yes Dennis, I need your help, your the only one around here that I know of with your gift."
I was still a little confused...well, really confused okay? "Gift? I have a gift? Someone gave me a gift? Where is it?"
He couldn't hold back his laughter. "No Dennis, your paranormal gift, you are psychic!"
I stared at him in disbelief, this guy was obviously not all there if you know what I mean, well, I guess deep down, I kinda already knew, maybe I was just in a strange form of denial, I mean what would you say if you were a 14 year old kid that was being told you were psychic? I know what I said.
"You gotta be kiddin' me"
~A/N~ Oh, and *poof* the chapter ends quickly leaving the reader staring at the screen in a deep form of suspense, the few remaining lights left on in their house flicker.......and *poof again* ghost pops out from under the bed and tells them to keep on reviewing my story! Yay! Go readers! Now, if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go take something for my poor, pathetic, headache ridden head. Remind me again how snow and cold weather could possibly EVER be a good thing. If you give me a good answer I'll give you a cookie, chocolate chip or an Oreo, which ever you prefer.