Last time I checked, technically Butch Hartman created the characters, but…Nickelodeon is the one that airs it, but then…Nelvana is the one who distributes it, so…Well, all in all, I don't own anything!
-In the Dark House-
The day had started out normal enough. Well, as normal as it can get in Amity Park. As usual, Danny, Tucker, and Sam walked together to school. Today, the subject on topic was a new television mini-series that had premiered the night before, "Dark Walk."
"My favorite part was when Alektra used her computer hacking skills to figure out what the FBI knew about the ghost's past life!" Tucker said excitedly. His friends nodded in nostalgia.
"I liked the part where Johansson distracted the ghost while Alektra tried to sneak the little girl out!" Sam exclaimed.
"Yeah," added Danny, "it's too bad ghost hunting isn't' really like that, huh?" The three teens sighed sadly. "The only time we ever got close to the real FBI was when the GIW kept interrupting the Box Ghost's plans to 'rule all box-shaped bushes.'"
"Aw, cheer up you guys," Sam tried to comfort, "it's not necessarily a bid thing that the FBI aren't involved. Besides, the adventures we have are fun! Despite some adventures, right Danny?" She glared at Danny.
"Sorry!" he apologized sheepishly. "But Sam's right. We shouldn't go out looking for trouble any…way…" Just then, mist escaped from Danny's mouth as the teens saw two police cars fly by.
"Look!" pointed Tucker. The cars came to a halt at a house across the street from them. Hurriedly, two cops hopped out of each of the cars. "Wonder what happened?"
Suddenly, a woman burst out through the front door screaming, "They won't leave me alone! Make them stop!!" The teens looked at each other with worry on their faces. Instinctively, the children ran towards the scene, despite what Danny had just pointed out about trouble.
The woman sat on her front steps, crying hysterically in her hands as an officer asked her questions. The other three cops headed into the house, lightly armed.
"It's terrible!" she sobbed. "Every time I come home! I had forgot my briefcase this morning so I went back inside. The furniture-all of it- moved!"
The three teens gasped and the officer tried to calm her down. "And…and to-day…" the woman continued to sob, "I saw someone! It was there one moment then gone the next! It's horrible!"
With a frown, Danny looked at his friends. "You don't think…?"
Grinning widely, Sam replied, "Oh, yeah…"
"It's a ghost…" Tucker finished with a smirk.
"But," Danny started glumly, "we still have to go to school, remember?" His friends' smiles dropped. "Here's what we'll do: after school, we'll go to my place, get some ghost-hunting equipment, and hurry back here. We'll solve this crime! Deal?"
Tucker and Sam nodded in approval. With new enthusiasm, the three ran off to school, ready for their exploration.
-To Be Continued-
You can tell I don't own them, can't you? -Dire Moonstone-