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 12: Those Damn Glasses
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Later the night, Paige brought out all her things and asked Anna to help bring out the candles and light them for me.
Anna grabbed a couple of candles and placed them around the living room, a lighter in her pocket, and caught a glimpse of something at the corner of her eyes. After lighting the candles, she turned around and saw Dennis, looking around at the lit room, and Royce, seemingly pissed at something. "Glad you're both back," Anna whispered taking things off the coffee table.
Royce fazed out of the living room, leaving Dennis alone with Anna.
Something happen between you two? Dennis asked, his voice sounding different.
"Nothing," Anna answered sitting on the floor waiting for Paige.
What are you doing?
"Paige wants to call the dead, for fun." Anna answered again, running her hands through her hair and listening to the rain outside. "Did Royce tell you anything?"
Like what?
"Um, forget it……"
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It was dead silent in the cemetery; he along stood next to a stone head with blood spattered around it, his claws were wet with fresh blood slowly dripping onto the cold ground. He kneeled down and pressed his bloody claw against the, now dead, young girl who's mistake was coming to her own grave; her once life filled face was replaced with a mask of horror and despair.
That other whore got away, he smirked darkly, but no matter, there are many other girls to hunt down. Wonder how that others are doing to get their fun; Royce must be beating the shit out of someone and Dana must be killing another girl.
His dark eyes scanned the graveyard, looking for more possible pray, but found not a living thing around for him to play. Just the same tombstones with writing about the dead persons life and along with dying flowers around them.
Fazing, he reappeared at a neighborhood, the basic houses with white picked fences; how degrading.
Glancing around her caught site of something he'd never expect to see; the Torn Prince, Royce Clayton. Making his way towards the young prince, he watched him take a smoke from his cigarette sitting on top of his old car and muttering something to himself.
Well, well, if it isn't the prince. What a surprise to see you in a place like this, I though you'd be out joy riding.
Royce glared at Ryan, holding his bat to his side, what are you doing here, should you be out raping someone right now.
Touched you remember what I do, prince. Ryan hissed.
Royce sneered, taking another long drag from him stick, and blew the smoke at Ryan's face, I don't have time for your bullshit.
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"Remember about the fake copy of the Black Zodiac?" Paige asked pulling Anna into the bedroom; Dennis following right behind them interested in what she knew. Anna nodded and watched Paige rummage through her piles of papers and cloths throw over to the corner. After that seemed like hours, Paige pulled a box from the bottom and placed it in front of Anna and urged her to open it. "There the glasses that, supposedly, gives you the ability to see ghosts."
Anna examined the glasses, "Are you sure their not a fake? How much you pay for them?"
"I didn't pay for them, I just found them in my pant pockets." Paige said grinning.
"Oh, I see." Anna mussed glancing at Dennis to see his reaction. "So do you think they're real?" she asked Dennis, but gave acted like she asked Paige.
Paige merely shrugged; while Dennis moved closer towards Anna and took a better look at the glasses. He reached into his pockets, as if looking for something, but ended up taking nothing out.
We got to find Royce; he's always got glasses on him.
Anna nodded and gave Paige the glasses back, "Well don't expect much if their not real. Try them on and tell me if you see anything."
Paige sat back up and slowly put the glasses on; she stared at the floor for a few minutes trying to figure out a couple of questions that all of a sudden came rushing to her head. What is she really did she a ghost, like Anna could? Would she be sacred for life? Would the ghost be nice or try to kill both her and Anna? No, probably not Anna, since she could see them already she'd of said something, right?
But what if she really didn't see any ghost? She's just have wasted shoplifted for fake glasses, not ever good looking glasses.
She took in a deep breath and raised her head, looking straight ahead, waiting so see what was going to happen. Anna was still standing in front of her, but there was a guy next to her with blood on his forehead. Her mouth hung open, "Oh…my….god…."