"Three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead."
-Benjamin Franklin
CHAPTER ONE
"Come on, Danny," Jazz said as she shook her brother gently. "It's time to get up."
Danny groaned and pulled his blanket over his head.
"Danny, I know you were fighting ghosts last night, but you still need to get up. It's time for school!" Jazz said happily.
Danny groaned even louder.
Jazz sighed. "Okay, I didn't want to do this, but you've left me no choice." She yanked the blankets off of the bed, revealing a small, black-haired teenage boy, who looked so innocent in his half-asleep daze. She grabbed his arm before he could react and she began tickling him. Danny's eyes popped open as he twitched around, trying not to laugh. Jazz started tickling his stomach, and he couldn't hold it in anymore. Danny giggled uncontrollably.
"J-Jazz...s-stop..." He panted in between giggles.
"Are you going to get up?" She asked.
"Yes." He sighed. Jazz smirked and stopped tickling him at once. Danny got up and grunted.
"God, Jazz! You can't do that anymore! I'm fourteen, practically an adult!"
"Oh Danny, you're not even close to being an adult. You're only fourteen, and sorry to break it to you little brother, but you're not even tall enough to ride some of the rollercoasters at the amusement park."
"Ugh, fine." Danny groaned as he pulled one of his signature t-shirts out of the drawer.
"Breakfast is in ten minutes!" Jazz sing-songed, as she proudly strutted out of the room.
Danny groggily replaced his night shirt with one of his white t-shirts, slipped on a pair of skinny jeans (that were still too baggy for him), and topped it off with his red Converse sneakers.
He was battling Skulker until one o'clock in the morning, and then the Box Ghost decided it would be nice to pay him a visit right after. Apparently, he had learned a few tricks from the Lunch Lady, because the battle took way longer than it needed too. By then, it was three in the morning, and Danny was dead tired.
He trudged down the creaky stairs and walked into the kitchen, where Jazz was sitting at the table, reading a psychology book.
"Morning, Danny." Jazz said in her upbeat voice, which Danny found annoying at the moment.
"Morning..." He mumbled while slumping into a chair.
Jazz smiled and set down her cup of coffee. "How late were they keeping you up last night?"
"Three A.M." Danny groaned. "Nothing I'm not used to, though."
"Oh God, that's not nearly enough sleep, Danny!" Jazz gasped. "I wish you could rest more."
"Me too..." He mumbled.
Suddenly, Jack burst into the room with an ecstatic smile on his face. In one hand, he held a phone, and in the other, he held a bowl of fudge.
"Guess what, kids?" Jack bellowed excitedly. "Vladdie's coming to visit us tomorrow! He'll be staying in a hotel not far from us! Isn't that great?!"
Jazz and Danny both tried their best to fight their groans and anger, and they let out a strained smile.
"That's...that's great dad." Jazz said, fake-enthused.
Danny just slumped further down in his chair and grunted quietly.
"He's going to visit us every single day for the next week! Won't that be fun?" Jack exclaimed.
"Yay," Danny mumbled.
"He's especially excited to see you, Danny. He says he has some fun things planned for all of us!" Jack was smiling bigger than ever.
"Yeah, dad, we're really excited." Jazz said, trying to sound happy.
"I'm so glad you kids are happy about it! I can't wait!" Jack boomed, and then waltzed back through the door and into the lab.
"Ready for our fun visits from our favorite Uncle Vlad...?" Danny asked sarcastically.
"Totally," Jazz fake smiled.
"I'm going to camp out at Sam's for the entire week."
"I'm coming with you." Jazz mumbled. "Wonder what fun things he has planned for you, Danny."
"As long as he stays out of my way, we won't have as many problems." Danny said, his eyes flashing green.
Jazz laughed. "Come on, little bro. Let's go to school." They marched into Jazz's car and soon they were on their way to Casper High.
Oh, what fun things Vlad had in store for Danny. Poor kid doesn't know his life's about to take a nasty turn for the worst.