The night was cold and windy. The night sky was covered up by dark clouds. It looked as if it was going to snow. King Julien sat on his throne, shaking. He wrapped his tail around himself, hoping it would keep him warm, but it didn't work.

"M-Maurice," he stuttered. "Fetch me something warm." Maurice reluctantly stood up and went to look for something warm in the habitat. Mort glanced at King Julien's feet.

"The feet!" He squealed, reaching for them, but King Julien pushed him away. Tasha shivered.

"It's freezing!" She complained. "How is Maurice going to find something that isn't already being used?"

"I am the king, everyone must give something to me when I ask them too," King Julien replied. His teeth chattered.

Maurice returned with a blanket. Giving it to King Julien, he said, "Sahara gave it to us. She already has that warming rock thing." King Julien put the blanket over him. After a few seconds, he started to shiver again.

"This isn't working! Sahara gave me a broken blanket!" King Julien snapped. Tasha rolled her eyes.

"It's not a broken blanket," she told him. "Give it a minute."

King Julien did. But it did not warm him up.

"I will go make the penguins give something warm to me," he murmured. Tasha nodded. Maurice and Mort exchanged glances.

As he was walking, he could feel someone's presence beside him. Turning his head, he saw nothing. He ignored it and kept walking. This time, he felt something grab his shoulder. He whipped around, but nobody was there. He started to shiver, but this time, it wasn't because he was cold.

"Whoever is doing this to me, I command you to stop it!" He shouted. But the wind just carried the words out of his mouth, and they eventually died away. King Julien flattened his ears. He shook his head. He couldn't be… he could be! Was he being haunted?

"Juuuuullllliiiiieeeennnnn…" a voice whispered. King Julien couldn't take it anymore. Screaming, he ran over to the penguin habitat. He shoved the fishbowl out of the way and dived into their HQ.

When he hit the ground, the penguins turned and looked at him. Kitka was standing beside Skipper. King Julien groggily lifted his head. It felt warm in the HQ.

"Ring-tail, what are you doing here?" Skipper snapped. Before King Julien could reply, he sneered, "Coming to steal our heat? Well, you're not getting any of it!" Skipper began to push King Julien out of the HQ, but he began to cry.

"No, please! I am not here to steal your heat!" He wailed. It wasn't a complete lie. He was freezing, but he was hoping the penguins could get rid of the ghost.

"Then what are you here for?" Private queried in his British accent. Tears streamed from King Julien's eyes.

"There is a ghost haunting me!" King Julien sobbed. Skipper stared at him.

"Ghosts aren't real, Ring-tail," he growled. King Julien shook his head.

"Logic disapproves of it," Kowalski added. "No one really knows where you go when you die."

"I know where you go!" King Julien barked. "If you're good, you go up into the sky to be with the Sky Spirits! If you're bad, you stay down here where you can haunt people that you hate!" King Julien whimpered. "But, who does hate me? Why would anyone hate their king?"

"I can think of three good reasons," Skipper grinned. King Julien ignored him.

"Julien, it's probably just someone playing a prank," Kitka soothed. King Julien shook his head again. If someone was playing a prank on him, he would've seen them run away. Besides, he had been in the open.

"Jason loves playing pranks," Private squawked. "Or maybe even Savio."

"No," King Julien whined. "It couldn't have been them. They're big, I would have seen them."

"They are sneaky too," Skipper told him. "Remember how Savio kept getting out of his cage and eating everyone? Remember when Jason scared everyone last Halloween?" Everyone nodded. King Julien felt angry that they didn't believe him. He was desperate.

"You don't understand," he cried. "I was where there was nothing to hide anyone." He began to tremble. He felt as if this ghost would appear in his sleep and kill him. "They touched me and said my name!"

"Oh, really?" Skipper put his wings of his face and feigned surprise. "Guess what, my dad's worst enemy died, and one day, he killed my dad too!" Skipper growled sarcastically. King Julien thrashed his tail. He had to make them believe him. If they didn't, his life might come to a terrible end.

"I'm serious," King Julien whispered. No one was convinced. "But, why would someone haunt me? Who would hate me? I've never been mean to anyone!" King Julien shrieked.

"I bet that's true," Skipper hissed, sarcastic. King Julien began to cry so hard his eyes got red and puffy.

"Please," he pleaded, "Please, you have to help me! I demand you to help me!" King Julien grabbed Skipper's legs and fell to the ground. Rico grumbled something. Skipper shook his head.

"Sorry, Ring-tail, we're busy," he said, prying King Julien off us his legs. King Julien stood up, but before he could say anything else, Kitka herded him to the ladder that led out of the HQ.

"I think you're just tired," she murmured. "Get some sleep and talk it over with your lemur friends. I bet they'll do something about it." She gestured for him to leave. His stomach dropped and he drooped his tail. He flattened his ears. They didn't believe him. Shaking, he climbed out of the HQ.

They didn't believe him. How dare they! When their king needed help, they were supposed to help. He knew there was a ghost out there, and that ghost wanted something from King Julien.

"Revenge," he whispered. Revenge. The word tasted bittersweet as it rolled off his tongue and into the air. The wind carried it away. He needed to get revenge on the penguins. The ghost needed to get revenge on him. But what had he done wrong?

He realized what the penguins were doing. They were playing games with him. It was all just a game. But when they found out there was a ghost, the game would come to a screeching stop.

"I'll show them," the lemur vowed. "I'll show them that ghosts do exist and one is haunting me right now!" With that, he sped over to his habitat.