CH. 1

Something's up with Danny I can tell. He's been acting strange, and I don't know why. Maybe I'm just being rash. I'm still kind of worried for him. That fight with Skulker really got to his head.

Now Danny's sitting in his room reading a book- hold it...reading?! Something's wrong. I can't investigate right now though. My mom entered me in a -gag- beauty pagent. When I thought things couldn't get any worse.

Oh well...

I promise. I'll help you soon Danny.

Meanwhile-

Danny let out a groan, "Jazz!" he called. There was no answer. "Jazz!" he yelled, hoping for even the slightest reply. Nothing. Fighting ghosts was getting harder. He wanted to help people, but getting scratched and beat...it was too much for him.

Danny picked up his phone and dialed Sam's number, "Come on..pick up, Sam...pick up.." He begged- pleaded. One ring. Two. Three.

"Hello? Danny?" Sam's hollow voice answered. This caused Danny to sigh, "Sam!" he cheered. "Please, come over!" Danny was tired of being alone. He needed comapany, another human being. He needed Sam.

Not wanting to disappoint Danny, Sam agreed to come over. "I'll be right over, Danny.." Her voice almost seemed reluctant. Sam grabbed her things and walked out the door.

It took her about fifteen minutes to walk there. And once the house was in sight she heard something unpleasant. Ghosts.