I do not own Danny phantom!

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We had entered the city limits several minutes ago and were now driving through a residential district. It has been really quiet both inside the car and outside. Thankfully, the argument we had has finally cooled down. I had taken to sightseeing hoping to find some place to get away from anything and everything if I so desired. We had passed a fairly large park I wasn't expecting to see in such a small city. There even was a museum that was worth checking out later. Salazar had even nudged me when he saw the school we would be going to. Casper high, it was pretty much deserted today due to it being a Sunday. I could just imagine it however, kids milling about talking about their weekends, sports, or whatever. And they would be doing all this with their friends. I won't be able to take part very quickly in this. But my brother will have no problem about this I'm sure. Socializing has always come easier to him when it comes to large groups more than me.

I divert my attention from outside and redirect it towards my mom and ask, "Are we nearly there?"

There is a GPS on the dash of the SUV. I can't see the coordinates or time till we reach our destination because of the glare of the sun and my position in the vehicle. My mom steals a glance at the device and responds curtly," Were several blocks away. We will get there in 5 minutes."

We ease to a stop at a stop sign. Both mom and I look down the streets to make sure it is safe to cross. My parents had wanted us to develop some degree of driving competency before we even reached high school. So we would take part in activities such as this. Satisfied that no cars that were a threat to us we ease forward. I heard the shriek sound of tires skidding across the black top of the road was unmistakable. If I had been out on the sidewalk I would likely smell the foul odor of hot rubber. When I finally saw the auto-mobile out of the corner of my eye. It was a fast big and shiny RV. Looking directly at it I realized it was at least foot longer than my mom's SUV and the shine from it was due to a lustrous chrome paint. It wasn't just chrome though there was also stencils of neon green. I could not see what they were of because the shiny RV was definitely going to crash into us and its exact paintjob didn't seem to register that high on my need to know list. Just before it crashed into us it made a sharp left and was now driving on the oncoming lane. Just before it had fully pulled ahead of us I saw a man at the wheel. He was a big man that could put a certain Saint Nick to shame. He also seemed to have a flair for bright colors just like the mythological figure if the bright orange shirt was any indicator.

My mom was furious with this man. Hell I was furious, he had nearly skilled us. Sure we were in an SUV but that behemoth he was driving had at least several hundred pounds over our vehicle. Not counting that man himself!

Mom screamed and cursed," You stupid orange GLUTTON! Watch where you are going!" she stuck her arm out the window and displayed a rather obscene gesture in the man's direction. Muttered a few more curses and refocused on getting us safely down the street.

"So can I make that hand gesture when I get my license?" I made a thrusting thumb motion behind us indicating to the past place and time of said gesture.

My mom laughed. "Honey, you could have done it right now and I would not have minded"

I laugh with her and imitate the gesture with both hands and bring them up and down while swiveling in the back seat. This causes Salazar who was terribly stunned from the whole ordeal to laugh. He is not as macho when something like a TON of RV nearly rams us into an adjacent building. At least he bounces back pretty fast.

"Hey were nearly there kids." She indicates with her index finger ahead of us." Looks like our truck we rented to move all our stuff is here…" the words die in her throat when she see a huge neon sign that reads Fenton Works across from our home." We're going to need some thick curtains or speak to the neighbors about that monstrosity"

"Why? That thing looks awesome. I wonder how they managed to secure so much weight to the side of the building?" it looked like a regular brick two-story home from my seat discounting the large green luminescent flair attached to the side.

Salazar grunts towards the top of the building which I can't see because of the blind spot from my seat and says," Great" he drawled "we have aliens as neighbors."

I scoff," what are you whining about? They got a big sign who cares, but how does that make them aliens?"

"You haven't seen the flying saucer that's mounted on the top of the house yet." He says as if such thing is common.

Still in disbelief I shove Sal aside and brace myself with my hands against his armrest so I don't fall. I look up and see the thing and am stupefied. I look the building up and down and come to a similar conclusion about the home's occupants. If they were little green men who wore space suits it would surely tie it all together. Finishing my musing I begin to sit back into my seat. But then.

"Mom! Look it's that oafs RV that nearly smeared us on this town's obituary before we even moved in."

"You are right… I will have to rip him a new one about his recklessness. I'm going angry momma bird on him" I get excited about the prospect of seeing my mom tear down this reckless man" after we finished moving all our belongings inside." Goodbye excitement I lost you before I knew you.

"Fine" I pout.

We pile out of the car and move to the furniture hauling truck and see the movers are nowhere to be seen. We see a note on the windshield. Salazar gets to it first and reads," we're on our union mandated 1 hr. lunch break"

"Well that's fine I guess did they say when this break started?"

"About two minutes ago. We just missed them. Great."

"Well we might as well get started." Mom moves to the back of the truck and using the copy of the key she got from the moving company allowed Salazar to pull up the door. Big clunky furniture that only should be moved by at least two people greets us." Or not"

"Can we at least open the door to the house?"

"Hmm… yeah sure catch." She tosses the keys to me which I deftly catch. I bound up the stoop to the house and slide the key in the door's lock. Turning the key and knob with a fluid ease and step inside. I turn back to see if Sal is interested in exploring with me. Nope. His back is faced towards me looking at different angles at the truck. Maybe he might be able to get some of our stuff out of the truck. Disappointed he doesn't want to join but still excited about a new home even if the town lacks certain qualities I continue inside. My mom said it was a two-story with a master bedroom and two regular bedrooms. There was also two bathrooms one connected to the inside of the master's and another between the two smaller bedrooms. These would likely be mine and Salazar's. The entry into the house had a hallway that had a staircase on the right that led up to the bedrooms and lavatories. From the entry past the stairs there was a living room. Just before the ascent into the 2nd story there was an open archway that led to the kitchen. Satisfied with seeing the downstairs I move towards the stairs. Quickly climbing the stairs three at a time I open the door in the way back. The master bedroom bare as to be expected except for the door to a closet and another to the bath. Uninterested in both doors I step back out. Opening the next door I see one of the bedrooms me or Sal may occupy. I frown seeing the window. A brick wall greets me.

"Bleh. I do not want this room. Maybe Sal would prefer it though. He likes the dark as much as me. But I prefer my room bright and dark respectively during the appropriate time. Although I'm rarely even at home at night."

Moving to the final room the one closest to the stairs I step inside. I immediately notice that it is partially bigger than the other room. This may be a problem if Sal wants this room as well. Maybe I can find something I can use to convince him this is a terrible room for him. The walls and roof seem clean. There is no apparent odor that can't easily be masked with living in the room. Sighing I move towards the window. And I see it. My mom's room had a window to the back yard and the other had the serene landscape that only a brick wall and alley could have in the other. But this one opened up onto the street. With the giant neon sign glaring back at me. The light didn't bother me in the day since there was so much other ambient light. But would have surely have kept Sal up at night. Not a problem I would have thanks to my dad.

I had a sudden feeling of suffocation. I needed air, grabbing the window and wrestling with it for what felt like an eternity, I clumsily wretch it up. Tightly gripping the window sill I stick my head out and get several gasps of air. My eyes are tightly shut. After the feeling finally subsides and take one last shaky inhale, I look up and down the street we will be living on. I look back down towards the truck and see that none of the movers are back yet. But there are two boys talking witth my older brother by the truck. Unless these boys were the movers we hired they must be other Amityville residents.

"I suppose I should greet them as well."

Hopping down four steps at a time down the stairs I make short work of the obstacle in three hops. Stepping out of the house to see who my brother Sal was speaking to.

"eah, we nearly died getting here."

"Yeah the ghosts in this town are dangerous. Thankfully no one has died yet." An afircan American boy has just said this. I am perplexed by the statement. What could these guys have been talking about? Surely from the bit from my brother was describing was our earlier encounter with our neighbor?

Salazar appears just as confused as me. The other boy Salazar is speaking to is another boy with a similar skin tone and hair color as myself. But he has a brilliant blue eyes in contrast to my nearly silver gray eyes. The one trait I got from my father. Well the one trait isn't entirely accurate there was one other.

"Ghosts?" my brother questions." What nearly killed us was a car accident. Why would you even suggest something so out there as ghosts?"

The Caucasian boy responds," O. Right you're new here so of course you haven't seen any yet. Honest mistake on the near-death encounter. ghosts are very common in this town." Great my brother is speaking to a couple of occult fanatics. "Don't worry you will see them. This area gets a bunch of paranormal activity for several reasons. Thankfully most ghosts only bother certain people in this area so you and your mom should be safe." The boy seems to notice me standing on the stoop listening in on the conversation.

Sal notices and says." Right. Tucker, Danny this is my little sister Lu-mi-no-sa. Whenever speaking to her ensure you use her whole name. Okay? She hates nicknames." I don't try to hide the pout he caused on my face.

"Better be careful brother it is unwise to mistreat a person with so much… info about your past." The reaction is immediate. The smile slides off fast. His back stiffens and takes a few steps back." I have video, pictures, and mom you will wish this conversation never happened."

"Um. Right nevermind what I said guys call her whatever she demands or you will be hearing from me." He sends a half-hearted glare at them. Looks back at me gulps moving off to speak to our mom.

"Right. So that just happened." The white boy says. Salazar failed to point out which was which. Great introduction Sal. "Don't say or do anything stupid Tuck" well that was helpful the one speaking must be Danny. "that guy is bigger than Dash."

"Pft. I know how to deal with protective older brothers and their sister thank you very much." Tucker or Tuck to Danny it seems says.

"Hah. Like I need protecting from that big lug. He likes to think I am a fragile little kid still. I have not been week for years. My name is Luminosa but I prefer Luna."

"Hi Luna. Well I'm Danny again. Looks like there is another member of the kids who hates their full name eh Tuck?" He smiles and extends a hand in greeting. I grasp it and we make a curt shake.

"And I am Tucker Foley, or TF" he takes a few steps forward and takes my hand in his. Danny seemed to see this to be going in a bad direction for his friend's health and quickly swatted the back of his head knocking his red beret off his head." Ouch, Danny what was that for?"

"I was correcting your behavior. I don't have many friends and the few that I have I would prefer not seeing in an emergency room." Tucker stiffened at the mention of emergency room. What is this kid afraid of doctors or something? Danny motions to the side and I look in the direction he indicated. My mom's back is towards us but I can see Sal's head looking in our direction. Tucker seemed to realize something and took several steps away from me. If I had still been looking I would have seen Sal make a nodding gesture of approval.

Danny rubs the back of his head and directs his gaze to our feet and says," Please forgive tucker he still hasn't learned the dangers of hitting on a girl with their brother within earshot even girls who say they don't need such a thing."

"Its fine" I say trying to get his apology for his friend to stop. "Although it is quite kind of you to care about your friends to such a degree. Even if it comes to blows." Me and Danny laugh at this but Tucker seems put off by the humor linked to his sore head and dirtied beret.

"Well I hate to cut this conversation short but daredevil here and I are short on time. We are meeting another one of our friends, Sam. So we got to go. We'll see you in school Luna" He is already backing up and hand raised in goodbye.

Tucker sighs and says," It was a pleasure meeting you Luna cya in school." And begins to jog to catch up with Danny.

Those guys were pretty nice I suppose even if that Tucker guy seemed a bit too forward. But I'm forgetting something? Wasn't there something else about them that made them seem strange? Whatever, it's probably nothing. The movers are finally back and are apologizing to my mom and brother for their disappearance.

I easily convince my brother to hand over the bigger room without even needing to point out that huge neon sign. We manage to get everything inside and sorted and begin to relax into the living room on our black couch.

My mom looks towards me and Sal on the couch and says," lets save that orange oaf's ripping for tomorrow. Kay?"

"Sure, a little more consciousness will make the encounter more interesting."

Sal says," I don't really care I am going to go sleep."

"Sleep" It hasn't been the same since dad was hospitalized" Sweet dreams brother."

"Thanks you to… o right nevermind good sleep I guess?" at least partially satisfied with the conversation's end he climbs the stairs one at a time and disappears into his room. The faint click of the bolt sliding in place can be heard. This house has great acoustics. I rise and stand at the base of the stairs and look up. I wanted to sleep earlier but now… I think I am dreading it.