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 7: Scared?

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The sun was starting to make its way through the only window in the backhouse; Paige was already gone, probably to work or off to see what she could wreak havoc on. The main house was rather quiet, Paige's parents where off at work and her younger brother was at his friend's house, leaving Anna alone in the household.

In Paige's room, the backhouse, Anna stares out of the window and sighs quietly; she turns around and closes her eyes. Anna reopened her eyes and found herself staring at a someone chest; she tried to pull away but felt she was held by strong arms. She started to panic and wiggling around to try to get free, she felt a head resting on top of hers and a cool breeze sent shivers down her spine.

Chill doll, I'm not going to hurt you.

Anna stopped struggling and moved her head getting a better look at her holder; it was Royce Clayton. She was a little nervous, being this close to a ghost and being able to actually touch him gave her a small amount of astonishment, but she was still uneasy. Clearing her throat, Anna tried again pulling away from Royce, but again Royce held her close to his body.

What's wrong? Scared?

"I am not scared of you." Anna mumbled frowning and still pulling away.

Royce giggled and moved his face closer to Anna's, You don't' have to be brave around me, angel. I can tell when someone's afraid of me; I love it.

Anna rolled her eyes and managed to get out f Royce grasp, "I need to take a bath and clean up, are you staying or going?"

I'll stay if I can take a bath with you.

"How 'bout, no." Anna said grabbing some cloths from her bag and walked towards the door, turning around looking at Royce. "You never did answer my question by the way."

Huh? What question?

Anna just shook her head and walked towards the main house, leaving the backhouse door unlocked. Royce just shrugged and placed his hands behind his head, laying back down on the bed and daydreaming.

Aw, this is the life.

Royce reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, he lit it and placed it in his mouth, taking in and out puffs. He sat up and looked around the room; it wasn't small, but it wasn't huge either, it was just really very…homey. The walls where covered with posters and painted over with a dark purple-ish color; the beds were on opposite sides of the room, big enough to fit two or three people in each bed.

He stretched himself out on Anna's bed, the cigarette in his lips, and sighed loudly; Man if only Dennis could see me now. He snickered and sat up, placing his cigarette in his fingers, hard to believe those two are related, they don't look a like.

What are you talking about, Clayton?

Royce looked up and saw Dennis standing in front of him; Speak of the devil...