A/N: Hey everyone! NOW you may have clicked on this cause my name is weird, you wanted to read it, or you're just an idiot, but just to let you know, I'm one of the original DP writers. Uh huh, that's right, I've been here longer then most of you have been. Bow to my greatness! Or…. Not. Anyway just remember to review, no matter how you feel about it, cause I have no other way of figuring out that you read it, or liked it. I'm not rich enough to play SWG (yes I'm a geek) and get premium membership, so… uh… let's do this crazy thang already! (yes ladies, I have a problem)

"Why are we doing this again?"

A bright yellow bus streamed across a bumpy country road, a banner hung on its side reading "CAMP CASPER" and the bus was filled to capacity was teenagers.

"Because, life is cruel and our parents don't care what we think," Sam blankly mumbled as her eye's strayed to the window.

"Oh come on guys, it can't be too bad, look." Tucker quickly unzipped his backpack and pulled out a brightly colored flyer. "It's got a high tech… tech lab!"

"So," Sam blindly mumbled again.

"You know, you've got issues."

"I know."

"Well, whatever, it's just a summer camp, that sucks up four weeks of break, which we could have used, and we are wasting, uh I'm not much help am I?" Danny told them.

"Oh yes Danny, that makes evverryytthhinngg better now," Sam sarcastically told him back.

"Just think of it this way, Inviso-Bill isn't wanted out here, you might get to practice your ghost powers," Tucker told Danny, trying to lift his spirits.

"I guess," Danny mumbled as the bus screeched to a halt. They had stopped in front of a banner that read, "Welcome to Camp Casper!" in bold letters. The bus driver stood up in front of the wild pack of teenagers and glared at them.

"Ok, kids, settle down, you! Save the making out for the camp grounds. Stop it with the air planes already! And can someone tell the kid with the gum to quit throwing it on my seat!"

The teenagers were out of control, doing everything from mooning their neighbor, to tossing live toads. That is, until a mysterious man stepped on the bus from the camp. The whole calamity ended the minute he was noticed. His presence was so chilling; it was as if Jack Frost came in instead. He was dressed in sporty clothes, but looked nothing like the fun loving type. He threw a deep glance down the bus walkway. Everyone stared back.

"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Dr. Cryogen, your camp counselor, here at Camp Casper we have everything to suit your needs, whomever you may be. I'll explain more once we are in the camp," the man purred. The man slowly walked off the bus, and stood in the dirt and motioned the bus through. Danny looked out the window as they passed under the banner. And all of a sudden, everything was dark.

Blackness surrounded him, he could feel it. The blackness was like a heavy mist that hung over him, like a cloud over the Earth. It penetrated him, went through him, and passed over him. But the darkness can disappear. And it began to, when the words, "Daniel, Daniel Fenton, are you all right? Daniel?" lulled over him.

The normal camp scene came into view, kids lugging backpacks, horsing around in cabins, playing around. Except, something was wrong, he was on the ground. Some sort of pain washed over him, mainly in his head and arms. And Dr. Cryogen hung over him, with a First Aid kit, opened on the ground.

Danny began to lift his body up, only enough to sit on the soft grass that surrounded his lying area.

"Wha… what just happened?" Danny slowly and dumbly slurred.

"Oh child, you poor child, don't you remember? The football game? The tackle? Anything?" Dr. Cryogen calmly purred as he placed his hand on Danny's back.

"Football game?" Danny questioned, resting his hand on his head.

"Yes, you were watching the other boys play a football game with your friend, Tucker was it? A tackler tripped and slammed into you, knocking you out cold. Quite a dreadful fall, but I've patched you up nicely," he smoothly told him, rubbing his hand on the bandage that wrapped around his arm. "Now, you run off, get settled in. Your cabin is number 13, if you lost your memory as well."

Danny stumbled to his feet, "Ok, uh thanks."

"You are quite welcome Daniel, and enjoy your stay at Camp Casper," the counselor grinned.

"It's Danny," he yelled back as he slowly walked towards his cabin.

"Yes. I'm sure it is."

Danny opened the wood door of cabin 13 and looked inside. A few bunks were scattered on one side and a few tables on the other. A rug was spread across the floor, and the room was dusty, like no one had used it in ages. Only one kid was in there, he had a white shirt on with a teal/green dot in the middle. He sulked on the top of one of the bunks.

Danny found his stuff spread out on one of the other bunks, the bottom. He checked to make sure nothing was stolen, and then he jumped up to the bunk with the other kid.

"Hey!" Danny told him happily.

"Hey," he responded dryly.

"Uh, my name's Danny, yours?" Danny suggested.

"Daz." He denied.

"So, are we the only guys in this cabin?"

"Yeah, this is called the unlucky cabin, bad stuff happens to those in the unlucky cabin."

Danny got interested, "Unlucky things? Like what?"

The kid kept staring at the ground, only his mouth moved, "Disappearances mostly, no one who has stayed in cabin 13 has never came back home. Of course, hardly anyone is sent to cabin 13. Only one or two."

Danny let this sink into his thoughts, "So, did these kids have any similarities? Something they all had in common?"

Daz sank lower in his lumpy bunk, "How should I know? I never knew them."

Both were silent for a while, the sun outside was shielded by clouds, and rain pitter-pattered on the windows and the roof. Several drops of rain leaked through the badly assembled roof, making the floor wet. Daz hopped down from the bunk and opened his backpack. He pulled out some pans and put them under the place where the drops went. Then he hopped back up.

"Might as well hit the hay," Danny sleepily told him as he hopped on his lumpy bunk. He adjusted his body until he found a comfy spot, and there he rested.

"Yes, good night Danny, and remember, you're in cabin 13."