Jack in the Days

by DannyFenton123

Apart from a pony, a log cabin in the woods and the war, most of Jack's childhood is a mystery! Occuring right after The Million Dollar Ghost's ending, Danny, in an attempt to learn more about his father, convinces him to share a little of his and Vlad's escapades as children, and, how Jack even became a ghost hunter in the first place.

1. The Question

As always, if you guys like what you've read in this sample, let me know via a review, follow or favourite so I can see if you guys want more! I hope you enjoy!

NOTE: The main part of this story will not be told in my usual voice; Jack will be the one telling the story. My first person narration could... use some work, but I believe it will turn out to be good!

All or most of Jack's smaller, funny tales are based off real stories!

"Wow, dad." Danny looked up from the simulation. "If we'd been one second later with that ecto-filtration..."

"Boom!" Jack demonstrated with his hands, a wide, enthusiastic smile on his face. "I know. There are a lot of risks, being a professional ghost hunter like your mother and I!"

"Huh..." Danny was deep in thought. "But, Dad, how did you become a ghost hunter at first? I mean, there weren't any ghosts around until..."

Danny trailed off, looking concernedly at his father. Upon asking the question, Jack's characteristic beaming grin had dropped.

"Dad?" Danny asked concernedly.

"What?" Jack blinked. "How I became a ghost hunter? That's not a story I'd like to tell you, Danny m'boy. It's quite a downer, with none of the cool fighting you kids are used to seeing in your movies."

"What about when you were a kid, though?" Danny asked. "You've never really talked about that."

"I'd love to, Danny, but I'm not a very good storyteller." Jack stood up and opened the fridge, sniffing around for some fudge. "It's your mother who used to read all the bedtime stories."

"Don't you have at least a short story you could tell us? You must have had some sort of adventure."

Jack cast his memory back. "Vlad and I? Oh, we had a lot of adventures in the woods by my log cabin."

Danny leaned forward expectantly as Jack set a plate of fudge on the table, his chair letting out a complaining creak.

"Huh? Oh, not for tonight, son." Jack winked. "But, how about I tell you a little story tomorrow night? The time Vlad and I sold all the school chairs to Dave and the lumberjacks to pay for-"

"To pay for what?" Danny asked, very much invested at this point. Jack tapped his nose.

"Don't want to spoil the story, Danny! You should go to bed... hey, I wonder where Maddie and your sister went."