How I Got My Ghost Powers

I have decided like many others to tell my side of how Danny became ghost, but trust my outlook will be much different than any one else. In his point of view.

Chapter one

I was walking home from school; Sam and tucker walked by my side. While they talked I didn't listen. I was busy wondering if my parents had started their next big project yet.

The last I heard of it was my dad saying that they had all the materials needed to begin. And that was a week ago.

"Danny!" Sam yelled pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Dude, you okay?" tucker asked. I could see concern in his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just wondering if my parents have started building the ghost portal yet" I replied.

"They haven't started yet?" tucker sounded shocked.

I shook my head.

"Wow," Sam said in disbelief. "They have had the stuff for a whole week why not?"

"No clue," I sighed.

It usually took them no time to get into a project, and then work on it nonstop till they were finished (except eating and sleeping of course).

I looked out onto the sidewalk in front of us. It seemed to just go on forever, but I knew it turned left at my house- which we slowly approached. The sign read "Fenton Works". Every time someone from school passed my house I was actually glad they didn't notice it much. They just walked past and continued on with their life. At the same time I was surprised, it really stood out like a sour thumb. Sometime I thought that they just ignored it and other time I thought they were laughing in their heads, but how am I supposed to know? I am not them.

As we neared the house I could hear strange noises coming from the basement. Like someone hitting metal and at the same time melting it. From the look on Sam and tucker's faces I knew they could hear it too.

When we walked into the house the noises seemed a little louder. We all looked at each other. We were all thinking the exact same thing: they have definitely started working on it.

Our thoughts were confirmed when jazz ran into the room. "There is so much noise in there the sound proof walls are letting the sound through," she said. Her red hair was sticking up here and there as if she had been going crazy. "I can't concentrate on my homework."

Jazz disappeared through the door to the kitchen where she had come from. I looked at Sam and tucker standing on either side of me. Both of them looked intently on the door jazz had disappeared through. I looked back at the door just as jazz walked out. She had a bag on her shoulder and looked ready to leave the house.

"I'm going to the library," she said "where hopefully I can get some peace and quiet." She walked to the front door and slammed it behind her.

We all shrugged and headed up the stairs to my room. It was quieter up there but probably not quiet enough for jazz. Sometimes she needed complete silence to do her work, and this was not complete silence.

Sam threw herself on my bed and tucker threw himself in my desk chair. I sighed and pulled a chair from the corner of my room and planted myself in it.

"So," Sam said trying to start conversation. "I guess your folks have finally started working on it."

I shrugged remembering something my mom said to my dad right before I fell asleep:

"Jack, it's almost done… now we just need to do the loud part: build the frame."

I handy known what she meant at the time but I was starting to get a pretty good idea. Maybe-

A large bang interrupted my thoughts. Everyone jumped. I shot up from my chair and quickly made my way down the stairs. When I got to the kitchen I stopped short. And so did Sam and tucker who had followed me.

My parents opened the door to the basement and walked out followed by a dense cloud of smoke. Both my parents were coughing and laughing at the same time. When they saw us they closed the door and walked toward me. My mom put her hand on my shoulder and tried to calm down. Once she did she talked eerily calm "your father put the doors on incorrectly."

"So I guess you'll have to get new ones huh?" I asked.

She smiled "no, sweetie"- I hated it when she called me that-"I have extras, this time though I'll have to put them on. At the moment we can't afford new ones." She took her hand off my shoulder and returned to my dad. "We'll have to stay out of there until tomorrow," she sighed.

The look on my dad's face told me exactly what he was thinking: aw, man! Even a kindergartener could see that. Unlike me and my mom he usually didn't have a poker face, or he wasn't very good at keeping his emotions off his face.

I could hear Sam and tucker snickering as they stood behind me. Obviously from the disappointment on my dad's face. My parents had barely acknowledged Sam and tucker in the room till mom looked over at them and they suddenly calmed down.