The Final Dare

Rated: Pg-13

Confession: I DO NOT OWN 13 GHOSTS!

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

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13 Ghosts:

The Final Dare...

A girl around her teens walked down the abandoned asylum alone, her footsteps echoes giving her a spine tingling chill. She could see her breath as she blew out and took in more; her hands were trembling no matter how much she wanted to believe she wasn't scared. 'I'll show them,' she thought bitterly clutching her coat closer to her, 'Those jackasses will see I'll actually stay the night!'

Her almost pure black hair bounced as she walked; her honey brown eyes searched the dark asylum for any sign of disturbance; she wore a black shirt with a jean jacket over it and a pair of tight jeans with white sneakers. She ran her hand through her hair and stood in the center of a fork, right or left?

A shiver ran though her body, quickly turning around looking for something or someone behind her, but found nothing; maybe she was just imagining it? She took a step back and decided to take the right; the asylum was the perfect place to prove she wasn't a chicken. Rumor was a psycho rapist, nicknamed the Jackal in town, that died haunts the place; every night someone would get dared to go and sit in the room he was killed in all night. The prize was your life; only the guys came back with starched all over him, the girls, however, where never seen again.

She shivered again and walked down the long hallway, her arms were around herself; she was started to get scared, what if she didn't make it back to the town like all the other girls? What is she did return with nothing on her? Was that thing true?

"Quit it," she told herself. "Its not real, they probably just made all that up, none of its real. It couldn't be."

BAM!

She jumped, stood still and listened, 'What was that? What if it was The Jackel?! No, h-he's not real!'

Taking a step back she felt something cold running down her cheek; she pulled back with a sheik and pressed her back against the wall. "WHAT THE F--"

KREEEEEEK

Her breath got caught in her throat and her body went numb, she couldn't move, so she listened. She waited, and waited and waited, it felt like years have passes, but it was only two minutes and nothing came. No noise, no movement, nothing.

She started breathing again, her back still pressed against the wall; she raised her hand to her cheek and touched it, pulling her hand away. She saw red liquid on her fingers, it was blood; she gasped. 'How'd that happen?!' she thought rubbing her jacket sleeve over her cheek and see a blood line on her sleeve.

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He followed his new prey, a young girl; she walked down the dark hallways, her hair swaying and the scent of fear emitting from her fully developed body. How he loved this time of the year, its mid-fall the time in with all the teenagers come out and spook each other out by daring them to spent the night in the asylum. He enjoyed her timid steps, she suddenly stopped and turned around; she looked straight at him, but to her eyes she saw nothing.

She continued walking, and he following right behind her, waiting for the right moment. She shivered and began talking to herself.

He smirked, 'They all talk to themselves.'

He raised his hand and pounded it on the wall; he saw her jump and stand still.

With this he walked right in front of her, getting a better look of her terrified face, those honey brown eyes showed fear. How much he loved that feeling, being dominate as the terrified girls begged for their lives, cried out in pain when they were lashed out, and scream their lungs out as they were flung to one side other wall to another.

The pure joy of remembering his resent victims screams sent wave of lust throughout his body, but he held back the urge to lung at his prey and shred her to pieces.

He felt he was starting to let go, so he moved closer to the girl, faces inches away from each other; he slowly brought up his hand and saw his long sharp finger across her pretty little face softly, but hard enough to cause some damage.

She jumped back with a sheik, pressing herself back against the wall all she could, "WHAT THE F--"

She hushed as that same finger ran across the walls making an ear piercing noise, making her stop breathing and press her closer to the wall. She stood still for a few minutes at least, she listening, but he did nothing.

Her breathing was coming normal again, she raised her arm to see her cheek and found that she was bleeding. The most beautiful look of terror comes to her now pale face; how he lusted for the feeling rip her clothing off and rape her until she bleed. To hear her blood turning screams of pain and agony, begging to be dead in place of feeling like shit. He shuttered from pleasure, but maintained himself.

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The Jackal placed the glasses, with the ability to see ghost, on a loose nail on the wall in the next hallways she'd take. He grinned as the look on her face when she placed them on and saw him standing over her ready to strike, now...to...wait. He saw her coming his way and in the blink of an eye he disappeared.

She turned the corner and felt a cold breeze go past her, shivering she continued walking down the narrow hallway. 'Almost there,' she thought miserably as she passed empty rooms, walls black as night, ceiling missing and tile cracked and dirty with mud. She looked back down the hallways and saw something sparkle with the light the moon was giving off.

Curiosity got the best of her, moving slowly towards the hanging thing she could see it was a pair of glasses with the help of the moon.

Looking behind her, in the empty rooms and forwards, 'Maybe s-someone f-forgot them?'

Her shaking hand reached for the glasses, another gust of freezing hair hit the back of her neck and seem to be nibbling at her ear. She yelped, and moved quickly away making the glasses drop to the ground; holding her hands close to her chest, she stared out into the dark lane and saw absolutely nothing. She looked to where the glasses fell, kneeling down she picked them up and examined then.

They weren't prescription glasses, and they weren't broken from the sudden fall; she timidly moved them to her face. She suddenly hesitated and stared at the glasses in her trembling hands.

The Jackal was starting to grow impatient, he watched as her held the glasses and stood back up; his eyes stopped at her chest. The thin material covering her was tempting him; he knew he wouldn't be able to hold his lust to rape the pretty little thing in front of him for long. 'I've waited long enough,' he though angrily and moved closer to the girl closing the gap between them.

But then he saw what he'd been waiting for; she moved her hands back to her face and placed the glasses on. He knew she could see him perfectly, like the others; she blinked and rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't dreaming, but of course he was not a dream, he was a nightmare. Her mouth gaped, moving towards the wall her face was formed in a terrified look, her eyes were filled with fright.

The Jackal smirked, how much he enjoyed that look on their petite faces; he waited for her to scream, he wanted to hear her screams. Then, it happed; the young honey brown-eyed girl screams were mixed with the Jackal's menacing laughter ...

The End?