CH 1.

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Something was defiantly wrong. Peter could tell as he woke up from his deep sleep. He could hear a rustle and commotion from downstairs. As he slowly went down the steps, animal like growls were heard from the kitchen. Once he entered the kitchen there was silence. A mass of wrappers and crumbs covered the table and counter.

"This is how we get rats in the house," he moaned.

The next morning Egon and Winston sat at the breakfast table. Peter made it down the stairs and sat at the table. "Gentlemen we need to talk about something."

"If this has anything to do with the disappearing boxes of candy bars and marshmallows lately then fire away." Egon grinned over the paper.

"No actually," Peter started. "My concern was about the mess someone left all over the counter late last night. Before I made it in whomever it was bailed and left wrappers and crumbs everywhere. Whoever it was needs to knock it off the last thing we need is a rat infestation."

"That's odd," Winston pondered. "Last week I found the same thing. Perhaps the spud got out of the containment unit?"

"Impossible," muttered Egon. "There are no leaks in the unit. I checked it this morning.

"Perhaps it's Ray? He does have a bit of an appetite." Peter reached for a cup and poured the last bit of the coffee into it.

"But if he were doing that wouldn't we notice something? I mean that's a lot of mess for one person to make." Egon ignored them lost in thought.

"Morning guys." Ray came bounding down the steps past them. The three looked into the other room at Ray. They were certainly noticing something now.

"Who's going to talk to him?" Peter backed out of the door way. "Not me. I'm always volunteered for these things. So there seems to be a bit more Ray lately. Big deal he doesn't seem to mind."

Winston rolled his eyes. "Let's not worry about it right now. I'm sure whatever this is he'll talk about it at some point."

Ray passed them as he made for the kitchen. "I had a restless night last night," He began. "I couldn't get to sleep like I regularly do. It took me forever it had to be after 2 before I managed to get some rest."

Egon looked over at him and pulled out a pad of paper. "This has been a constant with you Ray. Is everything alright? Has something been bothering you?"

"I think everything's okay. I just haven't been myself lately."

Egon jotted a few notes onto the pad. "Has anything else changed aside from your sleeping? Perhaps your diet as of recent has something to do with it?"

Ray pondered it for a moment. He hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary. "Do you think that's the problem Egon? I haven't said anything but I've been a bit animal almost when I get food. I just seem to scarf it down and move onto the next thing."

"You've always done that Ray." Peter chuckled, "why start worrying about it now?"

"Peter do you honestly have to ask that? I mean look at me I can't even fit in my flight suit I've ripped more pants in the past month than Bruce Banner has in his entire life. I've tried everything to get it under control."

Egon looked at Peter as if to send him away.

"I got ya Spengs me and Winston can go get ready for that repeat call to the Sedgwick." The two left Egon and Ray alone.

"How long have you been having trouble sleeping?"

"Since we got back from that job out in Salem I think."

Egon looked at Ray's worried expression. "Did something happen there that we didn't know about? You did go solo for a few days when you were researching."

"Egon look maybe it's nothing. Let's just go on that job and deal with it later."

As the two rose from the table, Ray slid back down. A sharp pain shot through his body. Whatever was going on was getting worse starting now. "Egon I need help!"

Ray was almost in tears as he tried to stand up again. "I can't stand up on my own Egon go get Peter and Winston! Anything'll help."

Egon pulled Peter and Winston into the kitchen. The three of them hoisted Ray up and onto the couch. Pain shot through his body as the let go.

"Ow easy I'm still in pain."

Peter called the Sedgwick hotel and rescheduled their call. Ray need them right now more than some minor ghost at a hotel.

Ray's thoughts were racing. With every breath the pain increased sending his body into shock.

"Egon he needs a doctor," peter whispered. "let me call an ambulance or at least try and get him into the ecto and take him."

Ray looked over at them. "I'll be fine okay. I just need some rest it's just a pulled muscle or something."

Peter and Egon stared at him in shock. They were on the opposite side of the room far from earshot. How did Ray hear them?

"You heard us talking from all the way over there?"

he nodded. "Is there something bad about that?"

the two looked over at him. "Ray are you sure nothing odd has been going on? We need you to be honest with us."

"I'm telling you everything I know."

Winston came running into the room. "Guys we got an emergency call. This one can't wait the lady on the phone says this ghost is throwing fire."

Egon became frustrated. "We can't leave Ray alone."

"Just go Egon I'll be fine. If I need help I'll call Janine or something. I don't want you putting others in danger for my sake."

After arguing the matter for several moments, Ray was finally left alone. He was tired and sore but was starting to feel better. "I'll be fine," he thought. "I'll get some sleep and before long I'll feel better."

Ray stubbornly sat up on the couch and struggled to his bed upstairs. He closed his eyes and cleared his thoughts. Before long, he was asleep. When he woke up the room was dark. The guys hadn't returned from their job yet. The pain Ray felt was gone as he stood and made his way to the bathroom. As he washed his face he realized something wasn't right. He peered into the mirror before jumping back.

His skin was a pale purplish grey. His eyes were now wider and a deep ruby color. "What the hell happened to me?" he thought as he looked around the room. "I can't let the guys see me like this." He grabbed his jacket and jotted a note down for the guys. He made his way to the bookstore and began skimming books for an answer.

"Books won't hold the answer my dear." A tall woman stood in the doorway. She was dressed in black with a ruby necklace dangling around her neck. "If you want the truth come with me. If you don't come with me anyway this is no place for monsters like you."

"Monster?" he stammered, "I'm not a monster. I'm a human being. I have a family, a job, and friends who are always there for me."

"Do humans have skin and eyes like that?" she started, "do they all have tails and wings?"

"I don't have a tail or wings. "

"Not yet but you will. Witchcraft is a funny thing, when it comes in contact with someone or something that resembles the past; it clings to it and resurrects the nightmares."

Ray didn't know what to do. This woman seemed to know what she was talking about but he didn't trust her. Seeing his doubt she turned to leave.

"Wait I want to know what's going on but at least stay here. I don't want you to pull any tricks."

She smiled and came back to him. "I promise Dr. Stantz just like I promised you in Salem. No funny business."

Salem. That's where all of this started but when?

AN: This is my first fan fiction so please don't tear me a new one or shoot my plot. As I continue writing they'll get better.