~Disclaimer~
I don't own Thirteen Ghosts.....If I did I wouldn't be here writing a
story, I'd be forcing all the actors to reanimate the movie every Saturday
night at my house, and I'd invite a couple of friends over too. Yeah,
that'd be the life. "Yo, Jackel, try to kill Kathy this time!" *Evil Grin*
Fwwahhhaa *cough* Fwaahahaa!
~A/N~ Um, *bows* thanks for the support. Coolness!
"Life" by a Ghost
Chapter Four: The Start of a Nightmare
He introduced himself later that night as Mr. Kriticos. Needless to say, he didn't try to shake my hand again. We talked most of the night. He explained everything to me. What I was, basically.
"Dennis, what do you know about psychics?"
"Umm, that if you call one, you have to pay 5 dollars to the minute?"
It kinda went on like that for a little while. He was patient though. Told me everything he knew, didn't hold back at all.
"Actually Dennis, psychics can't just tell the future any time they wish, and it's not easy either. What happens is, that the particular vibes, or energy forces, ...that would be human touch as well as maybe an object that was connected strongly to a certain emotion."
I started to catch on. "Oh, so like, lessay someone died in a certain room, I'd get that energy from being in the room?"
He nodded.
"Oh...but then I don't get the human thing."
"You see Dennis, humans are nothing but energy. Everything a human does requires energy, eating, sleeping, breathing...even dying. And when a person like yourself is sensitive to that kind of energy, they pick up the energy and find out to what emotion it's based on, and at the same time, what event the emotion's connected to."
It took me a while, but I caught on, after about an hour or so he smiled and said he would talk to my grandparents to get some sessions going....well, he'd tell my grandparents that he was hired from the school to help me with my self-esteem issues. But what he was really going to help me with was honing my psychic abilities. I thought that this was the best thing in the world.
My grandparents came to the hospital early the next morning, I was still tired from talking to Mr. Kriticos that night, and I fell asleep as soon as I got home and layed my head down on my fluffy white pillow. I think I was woken up sometime around 3:00. My grandmother said she had gotten a call from a Mr.Cyrus Kriticos, she explained to me what he said, (even though I already remembered what he told me he said) and informed me that I was scheduled to meet with him in two days. I nodded and went back to sleep.
I must have been more tired than I thought I was, because I sleep through the rest of the day, and through the whole night. I woke up the next morning at 8:00 feeling rested and refreshed. I spent most of the day drawing, and watching TV, not much. I went to sleep around 10:00. I sleep through the whole night again. I had never done that before, there always seemed to be something on my mind, maybe it was the psychic thing, and now that I had addressed it it was off my mind. I felt relived, like a huge weight was off my shoulders. It was wonderful.
When I finally met up with Mr. Kriticos (I was calling him Cyrus now, we were on a first name basis) he met me outside my house in his car and we drove to his house. It wasn't anything special, normal looking suburban house. I don't know, I guess I expected some creepy looking Dracula, Frankenstein sorta mansion place.
Inside it was the same normalness. We sat down at the kitchen table and he pulled some papers out, they were messy and crumpled, like refugees of the copy machine. When he showed them to me, I had a quick memory zap. They were the same images I'd seen in my head when I passed out in the office. Printed on the paper was a picture, and a name on top.
I searched through the papers and stared at the pictures and the captioned names. The First Born Son, The Torso, The Bound Woman, The Juggernaut, The Jackal, The Pilgrimess, The Great Child and The Dier Mother, The Hammer, The Angry Princess, The Torn Prince and The Withered Lover.
.......The Withered Lover. Some deep emotional feeling surged in me. I didn't know what I getting into. It didn't seem like a huge deal, but at the same time, it seemed like the whole world. I looked at the individual pictures, and a..a....I dunno, I felt some kind of sadness, not really SAD, but more of a .......light depression. Like I was doing something I knew I wasn't supposed to. I felt a similar feeling when I was eight years old and I stole a small pack of bubblegum from the store, I was young and I didn't really know what I was doing, but at the same time I felt guilty, and I later told my grandparents and they brought me to the store to apologize, they didn't punish me, but I still felt pretty crappy about it. That's kinda what I mean.
If Cyrus noticed me being all zoned out in thought, he didn't do anything about it. Just let me think. Can I make a note right here? Cyrus, in all his disgusting, self-centered madness, was a incredibly intelligent person, and a great manipulater of people. He knew what to say and how to say it. I think he could of talked anybody into anything. It's a shame that he wound up to be such an ass in the end, I really trusted him. If you didn't know, that's one of my character flaws. If someone is nice to me I get this.....this.....warm fuzzy feeling inside. Like I'm ready to give everyone a hug. Gross? Yeah, but hey, go through life with only Hampton the invisible hamster as your young childhood friend, and you'll totally get what I mean.
But I'm off track. Anyway, Cyrus let me look over the pictures, he explained to me what each were, and then showed me a big leather-bound book, it had the same pictures inside it. Only all the words were in some kind of freaky language, Latin I think. He wouldn't let me touch the book, but he showed me the pictures again, some spells, and other junk I knew nothing about. It was kinda confusing. It sparked my interest though. He told me how each of the pictures represented a ghost, that he someday hoped to catch. Now, come on, I was just learning I was psychic, and now all this stuff about ghosts? It was insane.
I believed it though, I had after all, seen them all in my head. I looked up at him and nodded and he brought me into this room in his house. A back room. Lots of books and space. He took a chair in the corner, and motioned for me to sit down next to him. There were a few books piled around the chair. He looked at me.
"Dennis, I believe you to be an intelligent person. I'm willing to teach you anything you want to know about your gift. But, only if you do me a favor......." he trailed off.
Okay, now, this is the part of the story where Rumpelstitskin tells the Miller's Daughter that he'll spin the straw into gold for her if she gives him her first born child.
I was taken a little off guard. "What favor?"
"A person with your gift is usually taken into the field of parapsychology, ...well, easily explained as having dealings with ghosts Dennis. I myself, am not psychic, and I have been looking for years for a special kind of psychic with the powers I need to help me sort out my wishes. You are that kind of psychic. If I train you to correctly use and contain your powers, you have to promise me to help me find my ghosts someday. Is that fair?"
Is it okay if I get a little upset here? I could've said no. .........I could've ended it all right here. I could've saved lives. I could've saved a someone from a heartwrenching grief that was bound to envelope their family sometime in the near future. I could've saved myself from having being beaten to the point where I when I was thrown up again'st the corner of a wall, snapping my spine, that my body could no longer endure the pain and finally fall to the floor and went limp.
I didn't know it then, but I was agreeing to my own death. Cyrus never expected me to live as far as getting to see my own old age. He knew I would get killed sooner or later. But he let 14 year old me agree to help him anyway. It just goes to show you,.........never trust creepy guys in strange black clothing. That's your lesson for the day. Don't forget it.
So, I told him I'd help him. He said he'd train me. It was finished. I was finished and I didn't even know it. Damn, it's tragic. But, ya know, boo, I'm a ghost. Life dosen't end when you die. You get stuck in a really big boring glass house with nothing to do but tell a bunch of ghost fans your life story. It's like a really big bag of time wasting fun.
Now, I'm not gonna explain every single thing me and Cyrus worked on together. Would take forever to tell ya. But, if ya want, I'll inform ya of the intersting things. Just be patient. I gotta think how to organize this into one easy-to-read digestable chapter. Hahaha. Okay, hold on, I'll think of something...........
A/N Sorry I've taken more then 24 hours to post this chapter. I've been busy with an amazing little thing called, READING CLASS! Yay! *groans* I don't really mean that by the way. What can I say? School sucks. Writer's block sucks. And if I have to do one more book report I'm gonna go crazy. My teachers like me until they see the drawings in the margines of my homework. Go figure. It's not like I really meant to draw Mrs. Coon looking like an actual.....raccon......*grin again, more evil* lol
~A/N~ Um, *bows* thanks for the support. Coolness!
"Life" by a Ghost
Chapter Four: The Start of a Nightmare
He introduced himself later that night as Mr. Kriticos. Needless to say, he didn't try to shake my hand again. We talked most of the night. He explained everything to me. What I was, basically.
"Dennis, what do you know about psychics?"
"Umm, that if you call one, you have to pay 5 dollars to the minute?"
It kinda went on like that for a little while. He was patient though. Told me everything he knew, didn't hold back at all.
"Actually Dennis, psychics can't just tell the future any time they wish, and it's not easy either. What happens is, that the particular vibes, or energy forces, ...that would be human touch as well as maybe an object that was connected strongly to a certain emotion."
I started to catch on. "Oh, so like, lessay someone died in a certain room, I'd get that energy from being in the room?"
He nodded.
"Oh...but then I don't get the human thing."
"You see Dennis, humans are nothing but energy. Everything a human does requires energy, eating, sleeping, breathing...even dying. And when a person like yourself is sensitive to that kind of energy, they pick up the energy and find out to what emotion it's based on, and at the same time, what event the emotion's connected to."
It took me a while, but I caught on, after about an hour or so he smiled and said he would talk to my grandparents to get some sessions going....well, he'd tell my grandparents that he was hired from the school to help me with my self-esteem issues. But what he was really going to help me with was honing my psychic abilities. I thought that this was the best thing in the world.
My grandparents came to the hospital early the next morning, I was still tired from talking to Mr. Kriticos that night, and I fell asleep as soon as I got home and layed my head down on my fluffy white pillow. I think I was woken up sometime around 3:00. My grandmother said she had gotten a call from a Mr.Cyrus Kriticos, she explained to me what he said, (even though I already remembered what he told me he said) and informed me that I was scheduled to meet with him in two days. I nodded and went back to sleep.
I must have been more tired than I thought I was, because I sleep through the rest of the day, and through the whole night. I woke up the next morning at 8:00 feeling rested and refreshed. I spent most of the day drawing, and watching TV, not much. I went to sleep around 10:00. I sleep through the whole night again. I had never done that before, there always seemed to be something on my mind, maybe it was the psychic thing, and now that I had addressed it it was off my mind. I felt relived, like a huge weight was off my shoulders. It was wonderful.
When I finally met up with Mr. Kriticos (I was calling him Cyrus now, we were on a first name basis) he met me outside my house in his car and we drove to his house. It wasn't anything special, normal looking suburban house. I don't know, I guess I expected some creepy looking Dracula, Frankenstein sorta mansion place.
Inside it was the same normalness. We sat down at the kitchen table and he pulled some papers out, they were messy and crumpled, like refugees of the copy machine. When he showed them to me, I had a quick memory zap. They were the same images I'd seen in my head when I passed out in the office. Printed on the paper was a picture, and a name on top.
I searched through the papers and stared at the pictures and the captioned names. The First Born Son, The Torso, The Bound Woman, The Juggernaut, The Jackal, The Pilgrimess, The Great Child and The Dier Mother, The Hammer, The Angry Princess, The Torn Prince and The Withered Lover.
.......The Withered Lover. Some deep emotional feeling surged in me. I didn't know what I getting into. It didn't seem like a huge deal, but at the same time, it seemed like the whole world. I looked at the individual pictures, and a..a....I dunno, I felt some kind of sadness, not really SAD, but more of a .......light depression. Like I was doing something I knew I wasn't supposed to. I felt a similar feeling when I was eight years old and I stole a small pack of bubblegum from the store, I was young and I didn't really know what I was doing, but at the same time I felt guilty, and I later told my grandparents and they brought me to the store to apologize, they didn't punish me, but I still felt pretty crappy about it. That's kinda what I mean.
If Cyrus noticed me being all zoned out in thought, he didn't do anything about it. Just let me think. Can I make a note right here? Cyrus, in all his disgusting, self-centered madness, was a incredibly intelligent person, and a great manipulater of people. He knew what to say and how to say it. I think he could of talked anybody into anything. It's a shame that he wound up to be such an ass in the end, I really trusted him. If you didn't know, that's one of my character flaws. If someone is nice to me I get this.....this.....warm fuzzy feeling inside. Like I'm ready to give everyone a hug. Gross? Yeah, but hey, go through life with only Hampton the invisible hamster as your young childhood friend, and you'll totally get what I mean.
But I'm off track. Anyway, Cyrus let me look over the pictures, he explained to me what each were, and then showed me a big leather-bound book, it had the same pictures inside it. Only all the words were in some kind of freaky language, Latin I think. He wouldn't let me touch the book, but he showed me the pictures again, some spells, and other junk I knew nothing about. It was kinda confusing. It sparked my interest though. He told me how each of the pictures represented a ghost, that he someday hoped to catch. Now, come on, I was just learning I was psychic, and now all this stuff about ghosts? It was insane.
I believed it though, I had after all, seen them all in my head. I looked up at him and nodded and he brought me into this room in his house. A back room. Lots of books and space. He took a chair in the corner, and motioned for me to sit down next to him. There were a few books piled around the chair. He looked at me.
"Dennis, I believe you to be an intelligent person. I'm willing to teach you anything you want to know about your gift. But, only if you do me a favor......." he trailed off.
Okay, now, this is the part of the story where Rumpelstitskin tells the Miller's Daughter that he'll spin the straw into gold for her if she gives him her first born child.
I was taken a little off guard. "What favor?"
"A person with your gift is usually taken into the field of parapsychology, ...well, easily explained as having dealings with ghosts Dennis. I myself, am not psychic, and I have been looking for years for a special kind of psychic with the powers I need to help me sort out my wishes. You are that kind of psychic. If I train you to correctly use and contain your powers, you have to promise me to help me find my ghosts someday. Is that fair?"
Is it okay if I get a little upset here? I could've said no. .........I could've ended it all right here. I could've saved lives. I could've saved a someone from a heartwrenching grief that was bound to envelope their family sometime in the near future. I could've saved myself from having being beaten to the point where I when I was thrown up again'st the corner of a wall, snapping my spine, that my body could no longer endure the pain and finally fall to the floor and went limp.
I didn't know it then, but I was agreeing to my own death. Cyrus never expected me to live as far as getting to see my own old age. He knew I would get killed sooner or later. But he let 14 year old me agree to help him anyway. It just goes to show you,.........never trust creepy guys in strange black clothing. That's your lesson for the day. Don't forget it.
So, I told him I'd help him. He said he'd train me. It was finished. I was finished and I didn't even know it. Damn, it's tragic. But, ya know, boo, I'm a ghost. Life dosen't end when you die. You get stuck in a really big boring glass house with nothing to do but tell a bunch of ghost fans your life story. It's like a really big bag of time wasting fun.
Now, I'm not gonna explain every single thing me and Cyrus worked on together. Would take forever to tell ya. But, if ya want, I'll inform ya of the intersting things. Just be patient. I gotta think how to organize this into one easy-to-read digestable chapter. Hahaha. Okay, hold on, I'll think of something...........
A/N Sorry I've taken more then 24 hours to post this chapter. I've been busy with an amazing little thing called, READING CLASS! Yay! *groans* I don't really mean that by the way. What can I say? School sucks. Writer's block sucks. And if I have to do one more book report I'm gonna go crazy. My teachers like me until they see the drawings in the margines of my homework. Go figure. It's not like I really meant to draw Mrs. Coon looking like an actual.....raccon......*grin again, more evil* lol