'Lo, everybody! I've decided to kick off Februrary Vacation with a brand new FanFic. I was going to do one in the Teen Titans plot, but this one just wouldn't leave me alone! I apologize for the slight rambling, I've had a lot of caffine today. Well then, on to FEAR!

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Chapter One: The Blunder of the Box Ghost

The Box Ghost, having just been rerealesed into the ghost zone after a fight with that meddling Danny Phantom, was down in the dumps. He floated aimlessly through the chilly air, sighing and griping about cylindrical containers. Eventually, he stopped in front of a forbidding castle.

"Hmm. Maybe it is the weakness of boxes that allows me to be defeated," The Box Ghost mused. "Perhaps I shall become the GHOST OF CREEPY CASTLES!" He shouted the last part, frightening himself half to life.

"CASTLES!" bellowed the echo. The Box Ghost shot forward and slammed the door shut, panting. He started to float up the stairs. Suddenly, blades began to whir through the air. The Box Ghost dashed away and hid behind yet another door. The walls began to close in, and, once again, the ghost darted forward.

"Perhaps I should continue being the Box Ghost," he said slowly, before something caught his eye. "Or, I could be the Ghost of Swords in PUMPKINS!"

"PUMPKINS!"

"Stop mocking me, The Ghost of Swords in Pumpkins!" The Box Ghost yelled to the mysterious thing following him.

"Pumpkins!"

The Box Ghost groaned and floated over to the sword. He began to pull it out, but a very erie wailing filled the air and he slid the sword back into place. He muttered about how box always beat sword and turned to leave. Something glimmered in the corner of the room, causing the poor spirit to drift over. A tiny golden locket was hanging from a tiny silver hook. Entranced, The Box Ghost failed to notice a very vibrant sign that read; 'DO NOT TOUCH. WILL RELEASE UNTHINKABLE EVIL ON THE HUMAN AND GHOST ZONES. BY ORDER OF WALKER.'

"The Ghost of Golden Lockets," said the Box Ghost thoughtfully. "Has a nice ring to it." He touched the locket, pudgey fingers opening the tiny clasp. Unearthly light filled the room. The Box Ghost yelped and threw the locket across the room, the light intensifying with every second.

"Who has freed me?" came a booming female voice. The trembling phantom uncovered his eyes and stared in wonder. A woman, clad in a silver and gold flowing slip, stood across from him. The Box Ghost, at a loss for words, raised a quivering hand. The woman's eyes hardened, and she was no longer beautiful. The dress was dirty and torn, her blonde hair matted and filled with leaves. She raised a hand, palm pointed at the poor soul.

"Eeep?" questioned The Box Ghost as darkness flowed from her.

"Your worst nightmare," quipped the woman. The Box Ghost began to scream about cylinders and mecanichal frogs, but was cut off abruptly. The woman laughed. "Fear the name of Joanna Nightshade, daughter of The Fright Knight!" The dark mist dissapated, but no trace of the unfortuanate Box Ghost could be seen. Joanna kept laughing as she resumed her godess-like appearance, leaning down to clasp the locket around her neck. She could feel the pull of the Human World in her veins, and couldn't wait to claim it as her kingdom. Still laughing, Joanna waltzed from the room, leaving it cold and empty.

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Across the empty expanse of the Ghost Zone, another being was waking up. She was curled in the fetal position in the center of a bowl-like white room, a black door a little ways off. She sat up suddenly, blinking silver-gray eyes. She looked around, bewildered, and then to her metallic dress. The girl fingered platinum blonde hair, a mistified look in her eyes. Sudden light filled them and her mouth moved into an 'o' shape.

"Not again," she breathed. "Not again!"

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Slightly short, and not TOO cliffish. Ah, well. Hope it intrigued you. Respond ASAP, por favor!

Hasta luego!

Grey R. North