{A/N I don't own Thir13en Ghosts - the movie or the characters, nor do I wish I did. (Except Royce..well..half of him ~_^) Please read and review. ~

SYNOPSIS: The house of glass was destroyed and all of the spirits were set free..right? How about no? Cyrus' last words were a containment spell and now the 12 ghosts are trapped near the house until Cyrus passes over, and fuck knows how long that'll take. When a group on 6 teens, brought up in a group home stumble upon the ruins of the house that Satan built, they become the ones who must ultimately free the ghosts and destroy Cyrus once and for all.

CHAPTER I - Coal Tar Soap.

Mayra Erikson sighed contently and turned the page of her drugstore romance novel. Her time alone with her smut was few and far between and she was going to enjoy it no matter what.

"Matron! We're out of dog food!"

"And Lucky Charms!"

She sighed deeply and looked towards the kitchen where the voices bellowed. Her youngest boys, Zeke and Lucas appeared in the doorway and held up an empty dog food dish and cereal box.

"Bring me my purse, then." Mayra said softly closing the book and rubbing her temples. She took out her wallet and handed the boys some money. "Take Buster with you, he could use a walk." As they turned to retrieve the family dog, the sounds of Back Sabbath swept through the house from the attic.

"Huh, I guess Broadway's up." Zeke commented.

"About time, it's almost noon." Luke added.

"Leave your sister alone, she's been having a rough time." The boys exchanged glances and sauntered off wordlessly to find their bulldog. Mayra walked to the kitchen and pushed a button on the intercom.

"Broadway? Are you there?" The music eased in volume and a soft, sleepy voice could be heard on the other line.

"Yes Matron?"

"Zeke and Lucas just went to the store to get some stuff, are you hungry at all?"

"Nah, I'll eat a little bit later.' She paused. 'Are the others up?"

"Mallory is in the garden, Seth is in the basement, and I think Bianca is smoothing out the last few details of the trip." Mayra replied.

"Alright, I'm going to throw some clothes on and work on my car. If you need me, I'll be in the garage." Broadway responded. The line abruptly shut off and the intercom went dead. The metallic, haunting voice of Ozzy Osbourne floated through the house once again.

"Tell me people am I going insane? Insane?"

The basement door swung open as Mayra returned to her seat and her oldest child, Seth, popped his head trough the doorway.

"Matron, tell Broadway to turn it up - I can't hear the music in the basement."

"What am I - the messenger of music? Tell her yourself when she comes downstairs." She replied. The door swung shut and the house - for the most part - was peaceful.


"Ow - SHIT!" Broadway rubbed the back of her head and cursed loudly. Luckily for her, the music was noisy enough to drown the words out, preventing the Matron from hearing. As the pain died down she cast a glance at the hood of her ebony truck. "Jeez, what did you do that for? I check your oil and this is how you repay me? Enough with you then, I'm going inside." She cleaned her hands with an old towel and turned towards the door, promptly slamming into her oldest brother.

"Hey Squirt, car pissing you off?"

"Seth?! Don't ever sneak up on me like that again! Trying to give me heart failure, ah?" Her brother crossed his arms across his chest.

"Now why would I do something like that when I can just poison you instead?"

"Don't be a shit head, what do you want?" She replied impatiently.

"Relax, it's lunch time and Matron asked me to get you." Seth said. Broadway's expression softened.

"Oh..thanks. What are we having?"




"Sweet!" Broadway raced past him and into the house. Seth grinned and waited patiently for the impending verbal onslaught he was going to receive.

"SETH! You fucking cunt, this is Kraft Dinner!"

"Broadway!! I'm going to wash that mouth of yours out with soap!!" Mayra scolded fiercely dragging her youngest out of the kitchen by her ear.

"But - but, Seth-"

"But nothing."

Seth chuckled to himself and strolled into the front hall, closing the garage door behind him.


(Later on that evening)

"So Broadway, does your mouth still taste like Ivory?" Mallory asked her sister. Broadway made a face.

"No, Matron used Coal Tar Soap." Her brothers and sisters exploded into a chorus of 'EWWWW's'. Broadway glared at Seth.

"You know I hate you, right?"

Seth smiled and produced a plastic container. "No you don't. I saved you the last little bit of quiche. I thought it might help with the soap taste."

"I still think you're a shit." She mumbled taking a bite of food. "But you're my favorite shit." Her sister Bianca unrolled a map onto the coffee table.

"Okay, Brahms is 300 miles from here, about a five hour drive. If we leave at noon, we should get to the resort at about six." She pointed to different points on the map as she spoke.

"Wow, the distance between towns sure is drastic. If we had a breakdown.." Mallory trailed off and chewed on her lip.

"Don't worry, we have two cell phones and all the necessities needed to change tires. Not to mention we'll have Broadway in case we run into engine trouble." Bianca assured her. Broadway nodded enthusiastically.

"We have tow cars AND my Avalanche has more than enough strength to tow your car if need be, plus, I just installed the CB. Nothing could go wrong."

"Yeah, Broadway's Avalanche is a BEAST! Brand new suspensions, ah?" Zeke added eagerly. Yeah, he's all ready to go..by the way - who's riding with me"

"How many can you hold."

"Including myself, three. The rest of the space should be used for gear." Seth nodded.

"Alright, I'm riding with you then."

"I call shotgun!" Luke said raising his hand. Mallory sighed.

"Alright, the rest of you are with me. Rest up, then. I want the cars loaded and on the road by ten tomorrow morning."

"Yes Ma'am." Seth gave her a salute. Mallory shooed everyone out of the living room and turned off the lights. All was silent once more, save for the sounds of doors shutting and the quiet hum of the furnace in the basement.


"Maybe if we hit it one more time, we'll be able to break through." Her voice was soft and airy, like the wind caught in summer leaves. She cast a glance at the boy next to her. He looked thoughtful for a moment and hen nodded.

"Fine, doll, but I don't think it's gonna get us anyplace fast." His speech was slurred and somewhat forced. He shot a look at the smoldering pile of metal behind him and frowned deeply. She placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I know, Prince, I know."