"Come on guys, help me load everything in the truck." Danny grumbled as he lugged on all the equipment that was currently back in there proper bags and carriers. Growling low under his breath he added, "Seriously this shit is heavy!" It seemed like every time they got through with an exorcism that Danny was the one left to clean up and put everything away, all while Tucker and Sam took their sweet time doing whatever it was they were doing.

Tucker ran over to him and to the backpack from Danny's hand and slung it over his shoulder. "Sorry man, you know we gotta make sure that the ghost is really gone. Why are you always in a hurry to leave after a job anyway?" He asked as he opened the truck door for Danny to place their things in the back seat.

Danny gave his friend a slight glare that said 'You know why.' but in reality, his friend didn't know. Danny; despite his line of work and that he was raised by parents who hunted ghosts for their whole life and taught their kids to do the same, (Except Jazz who doesn't believe in ghost and became a psychologist) Danny was scared of ghosts. Not just scared, but down right terrified. Since he was little he would have these dreams about ghost, some bad and some good but mostly bad. The nightmares were what drove him to want to fight ghosts and help other people who were plagued by them. Though, he's not like his parents where they catch ghosts to study them, he simply just sends them back to where ever they came from.

Now was not the time to think about his fear.

"I just like to get everything situated in the back just so, that way when one of us sits back there it's not uncomfortable." He half lied. Because yeah, he did want the back of his truck to be nice, but he mainly just wanted to get away from the ghostly energy.

Tucker raised an eyebrow at his friend and Danny prayed that the lie was enough for his friend to believe and just drop the topic. Sighing, he watched his friend shake his head at him before rounding the vehicle and getting in the passenger seat. With his own sigh Danny slammed the back door before he got into the drivers seat, just waiting for Sam to come. When she finally showed up, he gave her an annoyed look before starting up the truck and riving back towards the city of Amity Park to rest for the night.

The three friends all worked and lived together. They decided it would be cheaper than the three of them getting apartments side by side.

Plus Sam's loaded so she pays the rent.

That doesn't mean Danny and Tucker get away with doing nothing, they have to keep the place clean and maintain everything and do all the heavy lifting. If it meant they they could spend their money on things they need other than giving to some over weight balding man once a month and then be broke with hardly enough for food then hell, they didn't mind.

All three of them went to college majoring in the paranormal and demonology. Though seeing demons was a rare thing in what they do, it's not unheard of.

When Danny pulled up to the curd of their apartment building in sighed in relief. Finally, now he can just go to his room, lock himself in and just sleep for the next eighteen hours or so. Climbing out, each one of them took a backpack and made the long walk up the stairs to their apartment which was on the sixth floor.

By the time Danny got to the top his leg muscles were screaming at him for him to sit down in a nice relaxing bath tub and just bathe to loosen the muscles up. Just as he was about to put his key in the door his foot kicked did he miss that? Frowning, Danny peered down to see a package. It was wrapped in plain brown paper with string bound around it, square in shape.

Addressed to him.

"I don't remember ordering anything." Danny mumbled mostly to himself as he picked up the package, his back muscles screaming at him as he did so. Straightening up he groaned, unlocking the door and stepping inside. "No return address."

"Weird." Sam said as she placed her back pack on the couch. "Maybe it's from a secret admirer." She said with a knowing smirk that made Danny flush under her gaze. Sometimes Sam isn't very helpful.

"Doubt it." Danny shot back, tucking the package under his arm. "Think I'm going to hit it, night guys." He yawned and waved goodnight to his friends before slinking off into his room. Gently, he placed his backpack on the ground before tossing the package on his bed. He changed out of his normal jeans and t-shirt into grey sweatpants and a tank top.

Sitting crossed legged on his bed now, Danny pulled his laptop onto his bed and opened it up to see if there were any pending requests from people wanting him and his team to come in and help them with any ghost related problems.

There were many.

A woman in Wisconsin wanting her home saged against evil sprites that are tormenting her family.

There were others wanting things similar, but for some reason Danny was drawn to that one. He clicked on her e-mail and read about the details. Apparently there were two sprites in her home. The woman, her name Kelly, said that at first things weren't bad and that nothing came from the first one who was in her house. She was told that that particular ghost had died in the house many years ago and didn't move on.

The second however, was another story. She claims that she has no idea where it came from and just won't leave her family alone. Also that it rials up the other ghost in the house and she is scared for her families safety.

Knowing how important this was, Danny wrote her back a quick e-mail saying that he and his team will make the drive out first thing in the morning to help her out. Feeling lazy, he texted his friends the details of their new case and turned on his alarm for early morning.

It was then he remembered the package on his bed did he finally pick it up and unwrap it. Danny nearly dropped what was inside and scoffed at the item at the same time.

A Ouji bored.

Of all the rotten things, this was a low one. "Sicko." He mumbled as he placed the bored on the floor before snuggled into his bed and turning off the lights.

Ouji boreds were no laughing matter. They were a way to communicate with the dead, yes, but they were also ways to open the vial between the world of the living and the dead. Evil and dangerous things have gotten out due to those things and people have even died. Danny scowled in the dark, the idea of someone sending him something like that in the mail made him sick.

Closing his eyes, Danny forced himself to sleep and to dream.

All Danny could do was run. He needed to hide or he'd get him. Looking back and seeing those dangerous blood red eyes chase after him, black hair mused from a previous fight and face in a snarl as he advanced on Danny.

Looking around the house, he noticed it was one that was very nice and well put together but it lacked hiding places.

He was dead.

"Come here!" The voice roared, anger dripping from his voice and body tense.

But why was he angry? And why at Danny? The young man didn't know and at the moment didn't really care about anything then finding a safe place and finding him. But who was him?

Too many questions, not the time.

Next thing Danny knew, he was being pulled through a wall and pushed up against the very same wall he was pulled through. Looking down to the pressure on his arms, he could see white gloved clad hands on his biceps. They stopped at the elbow before the rest of the outfit was black, save for the collar, belt and boots. "Hey." A voice said, smooth as silk and tone just as soft.

Looking up, Danny stared into a pair of unblinking bright as the sun radioactive green eyes, so bright he thought he might go blind. It was the only thing he could see, everything else was black as those eyes got brighter with each passing second.

"Are you okay?"

BANG!

BANG!

"Ahh!" Danny sat up so fast in bed he almost fell out on the floor. His heart was pounding hard in his chest as he looked around for the cause of the loud 'bang' but in his dimly lit room, nothing seemed out of place.

BANG!

He jumped again and had to face palm himself and glared at his phone. It was his alarm going off. He forgot it was the sound of gun shots sounding out. Taking a few deep breaths, Danny turned his alarm off and got out of bed to get dressed and eat a little something before their long road trip to Wisconsin.

Grabbing his backpack, he dumped out what was dirty clothes and refilled it with clothes that were relatively clean. Checking to make sure he didn't forget anything, Danny came across the Ouji bored on his floor and glared at it before sighing. He picked it up and stuffed it in his bag before going to see if Sam and Tucker were up.

Maybe it would come in handy.