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 14: Boys Be
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We were at an empty house, it was dark but still looked like a good place to live at; all it needed was a couple of adjustment, a new coat or paint and it'd look pretty good. Royce seemed to know that place pretty good, like he lived here before but no one said anything.
"You two can sleep in here." Royce said opening a door and reviling a pleasant room. It was pure white, but with dust all over the place, the bed was big enough for Paige and me and there was also a bathroom connected to the room.
We walked in, Royce had already left us alone, and looked around; Paige decided she'd clean up a little and I agreed to help out.
"Why do you think they brought us here?" Paige asked me, after we finished cleaning up the room as much as we could.
"I don't know, protection?" I answered sitting on the bed, staring down at my lap.
Paige sat next to me and rested her head on my shoulder, "From what?"
"The devil himself." I mumbled resting my cheek on top of her hair.
After a while, Paige fell asleep; I looked for a blanket and placed it over her sleeping form. Quietly, I walked out of the room and went downstairs to see what my Uncle and Royce were doing. There was no electricity in the whole house, but I heard Dennis say he'd try to see what he could do about it; so it was no surprise that the lights were actually working in this old place.
I wandered into the kitchen and saw no one in there, so I went to check in the living room; Dennis was in there with his eyes closed. I went back to the kitchen and saw Royce staring at me, smoking another cigarette. I wonder if he ever got tired of those things.
Brushing the thought from my mind, I made my way towards him and smiled weakly, I was tired but didn't want him to know that. He didn't return the smile; I half expected that, but still kept the weak smile on my face. I stood next to him and waited to see if he'd try to say something to me, anything at all, even if it was only yelling at me.
Should you be asleep, Royce muttered not even looking at me.
"I'm not tired." I whispered leaning against the wall and looking over at Royce.
I knew he felt me staring at him, it was only a matter of seconds before he got tired of my eyes on him; they all came crashing down when I stared at them for too long.
He glanced over at me and gave me a funny look, What?
"Nothing," I muttered, sighing in defeat, "night." I pushed myself off the wall and began walking away from him, until he appeared in front of me. "What?" I asked stopping in front of him and looking into those dead orbs. He looked like he wanted to say something, but didn't, instead he just glared and went away. I felt somewhat hurt, but ignored the feeling and walked back upstairs, and smirked,"Boys."