The Clairvoyant's Niece

Rated: R

Confession: I DO NOT OWN 13 GHOSTS!

Author: Hello, Goth Roze here, hoping you enjoy my third 13Ghost story. Please give me a review so I could make them better next time, its been a while since I've been writing anything! Thank you!! Enjoy!

Summary: Teens go off to have some fun in the cemetery, with beer, cigarettes and a few other things. But what happens when that quickly turns into a family reunion and a slaughterhouse? R/R

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13 Ghosts:

The Clairvoyant's Niece

Chapter 3: Telepathist's Information

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Anna pushed her hands into her hoodie, a sly smile on her cherry red lips; her hair was pulled back into a loose bun with a few stands of crimson and midnight hair on her face. Her dark eyes ran up and down my body, giving me a pleasant chill; a baggy black hoodie, which clung onto her chest, and tight jeans that hugged her ass very well covered her body.

Wished there were girls like her back in my time, but they were all clean-cut chicks. Nothing close to this one though, which really made me interested in her. The cold air pushed her hair over her face, making her lower her head and bring her hand over her face blocking the cold air.

I took my chance and appeared right next to her.

She moved her hand away from her face and almost hit the side of my burned flesh; she, however, stopped and stared at me. The look of utter shock and confusion replaced her once calm and sly face; she took a step back and continued to stare at me, nothing came out of her mouth.

I stared at her, holding back my frown and my own confusion, why wasn't she screaming like all the others?

"Oh my---"

We stood there, only giggles from a far and yelling from males could be heard in the cool night; she took a step towards me, something that really shocked me. Usually they all run away, giving me something to do before I kill them. But this one was different; she stood right next to me, staring into my pale blue eyes and I did nothing.

She reached up to touch my face, but her hand went right threw me; but I felt warmed hit my burned flesh as she pulled away.

"Whoa, you really are a ghost..." she muttered, a meek smile on her lips and her eyes sting into my own.

I stared down at her, she didn't seem to be scared just amazed. Why aren't you scared?

Her smile dropped, "I---well I kind of read about all of you, the Black Zodiac and that glass house that belonged to the Kritikos family and all that, plus all the killing all of you have been doing." She took a step back and her meek smile returned, "Also, I can see you, my parents say I'm 'special' that's why they put me in a 'special' school. I can see dead people; my relatives say it's a curse from my mom's side of the family."

She walked back to the truck and sat on the ground, leaning against the truck and keeping her hands in her hoodie. "So how's life like being a ghost?"

I stared at her, but managed to shrug it off; I appeared next to her, my arm around her shoulder almost in a protective manner. Fun, you get away with everything bad you do.

She giggled, and it disappeared as quick as it come, "Royce, right?"

I nodded; she remembered my name...

"Do you know...a guy that died in the glass house?" she stared at the ground with a blank look on her face, "His name was...Dennis...he was a clairvoyant."

Why...?

"Because he was...my uncle..."