My eyes focused on nothing and yet the whole of my sight. I looked down at my cereal playing with the Fruit loops the soaked with milk. My mind was blank, my eyes weighed heave on my face. I refused to sleep last night. I felt like such a child sitting in my room with the lights on out of fear of what hides in the dark. I am so tired but I can't help it, I can't let whatever that is back into my mind. I sighed biting into another spoon full of my breakfast.

"Danny have you been listening to me?" I snapped to attention looking at my mother's annoyed face.

"Sorry Mom, I'm just a little tired that's all," I said shamefully.

"Well of course you are sweaty staying up all hours of the night." I stared at my mother and gave a weak smile.

"Well promise me you'll get some sleep tonight ok sweaty. Oh and before you head off for school could you go and get that box of scraps your father is so proud of in the basement? It's starting to smell." My mother said waving her hand in front of her face.

"Ok mom." I said placing my plate in the sink.

I turned to the stairs I have gone down so many times. I stared at the darkness, the darkness that had always been there and will always be there. The Darkness I had never been afraid of but walking down the narrow path chills froze my bones. I gulped as I continued.

I stopped at the bottom. The basement was quiet and apparently empty by the looks. Only the soft glow of the ghost portal filled the room, I can guess that my father is the one who left it that way. I'm chasing ghost all day and he doesn't have the time to close a door? I sighed walking over to the box of scrap. I stared into the box looking at all the fail experiments that if you think about it never truly failed. Each and every one of theses 'failures' pointed to me as a ghost; my parents had thought they had all malfunctioned but in truth they worked fine. Perhaps I can use some of these next time I go ghost hunting which will be in about a minute or so.

I lifted the cardboard holder and turn to head back up the basement stairs when something caught my eye. I turned to face the green spiral and the white haired girl. Cold ran its' course thought my body along with a shutter of fear. This annoys me, I am not afraid yet I still feel fear! I beginning to wonder if it's her who causing the feelings to emerge.

I looked at her but I dare not move. My eyes only met with her bangs and a soft grin, it was not a look of evil but that of welcoming. She stood waiting by the portal as if for me to do something and when I did not she simple rose an arm and motioned for me to come. I only stared blankly, I understood what she wanted but I had no intention of following her order.

I asked, "Who are you?"

My question was only met with another motion. When I did not comply her genital smile turned with a disappointed frown. My heart jumped and I caught a gulp of air in my throat. Out of instinct I changed to my ghostly counterpart, I stood as phantom and stared at her. A look of annoyance painted her face. I stood my ground preparing for an attack but I got something very different. The black from her dress wrapped full around her from head to toe. The blacken figurer began to fade into the darkness of the room and in a moment she was gone.

I blinked several times stopping to rub my eyes from the sight. I shuttered slightly and moved upstairs ignoring what had just happened. Maybe Sam is right, maybe I just haven't been sleeping well. I laughed slightly to myself; me, afraid of the dark the thought itself is childish and unrealistic.

I sat lazily in class. Lancer's lesson today is the definition of boring and disinterest. I wished that my ghost sense would go off so I'd have a reason to leave, anything to spare myself from this. My eyes shifted over to Sam and Tucker who seemed as bored as I am. My eyes caught with Sam's she made a motion as if she would strangle herself. I laughed slightly to myself I followed the motion with crossing my eyes trying to kill the disinterest. Sam snorted followed by her covering her mouth.

"Mr. Fenton, Miss Manson is there something you wish to share with the class?" Lancer asked impatiently.

"Ahh," I said with a loss for words.

A knock sounded on the door interrupting my lack of excuse. Lancers along with the other students' attention went to the closed door. Lancer left our petty conversation to speak with whoever lay part at the door. I watched along with my fellow classmates as Lancer whispered in secrete to the visitor. From my seat in the room I could not see who was outside the opening, I could only make out hands that handed my teacher a folded up note. Lancer studied the letter and then looked at me. My face turned a pale white as he told me to walk out into the hallway. All eyes on me to see why our strange messenger had wanted to speak with me. I stood from my seat in confusion to the request, I followed Lancer's jester into the seemingly empty hall. I waited until I heard the door behind me close and the muffed lesson begin again.

"Hello?" I asked in confusion. I was given no instruction to go anywhere and there was no one here.

I searched the empty hall way until I had found who I was looking for. There she stood in black with long white hair who bangs cover her eyes. She was only a few feet from me waiting for me to act. I said nothing and did nothing. Fear and cold once again filled my body and once again there was no reason for it.

"Sir Phantom," she spoke, her tone was smooth and very quiet yet auditable.

"What do you want?" I snapped changing into my ghostly form.

The Woman bowed before me and once again rose, "Sir Phantom I wish to speak with you about meeting my master. He has taken quite a liking to you."

I was all in shock. I found myself in a lack of words; for the past few hours I have dreaded the mere thought of this woman and yet here she is bowing before me.

"You seem amiss, I do apologies if I have done anything to upset you that was not my intent."

"Your master want to meet me?" I asked dumfounded.

"Indeed and if you would be so kind as to meet me here later tonight," she handed me a paper with a crude drawn map and a red x, "I could give you more details answering any questions you might have."

"Why not now?" I asked.

"It would be rude of me to take you from your studies," her voice seemed calm and truthful.

"Trust me I'm not missing anything," I joked.

"Even so I see it as duty to inform you that I cannot last in daylight long and would appreciate if you would meet me once the sun has set." Only noticed then that she was holding a black umbrella as well.

"What are you so kind of vampire?" I asked jokingly thought that would explain why my ghost sense hasn't be going off.

"I am not a bloodsucker but merely a shadow much like the one's you've already battled such as Spectra or Jonny 13's pet." She smiled in amusement to what I would guess calling her a vampire.

"How come my ghost sense didn't go off then?" I asked.

"Both shadows where with their masters who are ghost."

I hadn't thought of that but it does explain it. But then who is her master and why is she away from him?

"So what come's next are you going to knock me out cold or throw me in a sack to carry me off to who knows where in the ghost zone to meet him?" I asked annoyed.

"Sir Phantom I am no hunter and will not fight you," she laughed a sweat laugh.

"Ok then?" I didn't know what to think but at least I don't have to worry about being kidnapped for the thousandth time.

"I must take leave Sir Phantom I can assure you all questions will be answered tonight, until then." With those words she vanished.

"Wait! What is your name?" I called into the empty hall.

A faint whisper said "Lucy….."