A/N: So, this is a little side story where I tell you the origin of each of the ghosts in Danny Phantom. This is set in the same universe as my story "A Ghostly Field Trip" and there may be times where I reference certain parts of the ghost's origins in the main story so make sure to read this!

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN DANNY PHANTOM DAMN IT!

The Box Ghost

Oswald Parker was a chubby man working at the shipping docks in the nineteen forties determined to help the war effort. Despite his enthusiasm he was not very respected by his colleagues. In fact, he was constantly mocked by them.

"Well well well, if it isn't little Ossie," Michael Philips mocked as Oswald walked by to punch in one cold November morning.

"My name is OSWALD!" Oswald roared trying to look intimidating, but with short stature it was more comical than not.

"Oh, I'm sorry Os-weird," David Baker cruelly joked as he hit the man with a box. "I didn't see you there!"

"Liar," Oswald grumbled as he stalked off alone as his so-called colleagues chortled; they had made fun of him ever since he claimed he was helping the war only to drop a crate of food supplies into the ocean. Since then no ever laid off...Even his boss joined in most of the time.

Oswald wasn't one to quit though, so even as they mocked him, laughed at him and sabotaged him he kept going. No one knew the warehouses boxes like he did putting everything he had into doing better, but still it would be nice if they laid off once in a while.

If that wasn't enough, he had to take his mother's insults as well.

Oswald was the only one of four who still lived at home not able to afford anywhere else. His eldest brother John Parker had been elected mayor to their little town in California much to his mother's delight. His second brother was currently editor-in-chief at one of the local newspapers and was doing well for himself. To make matters worse, his little sister had recently married into money and was rolling in the dough.

He wasn't bright or popular like his siblings and it annoyed his mother very much; she took great pleasure telling him how much a waste of space he was compared to the rest of his family.

It wasn't always like that though...His father had been on his side and helped him as much as he could, but when Oswald turned eighteen his father had been shot in the crossfire between some mobsters. After that, his mother had went off the deep end and just couldn't be satisfied with anyone that was not extraordinary; he unfortunately was about average if not worse as they come.

So, day in and day out Oswald went to work where he helped move crates and keep inventory while his colleagues made him their butt monkey only to come home to his mother's disapproving look and cruel words.

Truly Oswald hated his life very much, but he marched on with head held up high ready to prove them all wrong. Ready to prove that Oswald Parker was someone worth knowing! He was worth paying attention to!

That's why it was unfortunate that late one Saturday night, Oswald trip into a pile of crates causing them to crash down upon them. It didn't kill him right away of course, but it left him seriously injured. Still he refused to give up, and so he pushed himself to his feet and limped as fast as he could while he bled. He limped, whimpered and cried, but the foolish man refused to beaten so easily.

Tragically, sometimes guts and determination just isn't enough to make a difference, so with a final cry of pain Oswald Parker fell into the freezing ocean where he cried himself to death.

It was Michael and David who had found the trail of blood, but neither cared for the death of their former colleague. This job was nothing but a front for the black market smuggling ring; Oswald was getting to close to the truth. They found themselves lucky that the overzealous man had met his demise by accident so they didn't have to kill him themselves.

His mother and siblings never questioned nor cared why Oswald never came home that night. To them it was nothing but a relief to have the blundering man out of the way where he could no longer soil their family name.

Thus Oswald froze at the bottom of ocean as the world above ignored everything he put his heart and soul into.

Oswald's unhappy demise eventually led to him becoming the Box Ghost...The world had ignored him for too long, so now they must beware as he will force them to see how great he truly is!

BEWARE!