Re-edited chapter three. Enjoy! :D
When Jazz and I came in the house, my eyes scanned the room. No panic. Did they even know I was gone?
"Hi Honey!" I heard my Mom say to Jazz before looking at me. "Aw! Who's this?"
"He was walking in the streets when I found him, so I figured we should keep him for now-"
"Hey Maddie!" I heard my Dad call. "I think I finally found a way to fix the Fenton Finder without it locking on Danny!"
The Fenton Finder? I haven't seen anyone use that since the Fright Night incident. I can only hope that it won't catch me as a dog. Come to think of it, could I use my ghost powers as a dog? I guess I could try it out later.
As we made our way upstairs, Jazz began to mumble about something.
"I wonder how long until Danny gets back? I guess it was kind of smart of Sam to calm Mom down and say that he was at a sleepover. He better get back soon. Who knows how long this act will last…?"
I sighed with relief. Clever. At least Mom thinks I'm safe.
"First things first, you need a bath!"
WHAT? ARE YOU SERIOUS?I tried to protest. Listening to my own voice, a whimper was heard instead. That one remark made Jazz gape at me.
"You can understand what I'm saying?" she asked.
I replied with another bark. Yes, I can. She pulled out an extra Thermos and pointed it directly at me. I froze.
"Are you a ghost?" she inquired. I tilted my head to the side, like I was confused. Jazz looked at me again and calmed down little. She also lowered the Thermos and sighed aloud.
"Now I really wish Danny were here." She groaned. "His ghost sense would've gone off if you were a ghost."
I laughed at that. She doesn't know how close she was to the actual truth.
"Hey!" Jazz shouted as her cheeks began to turn a shade of red. "You just wait until my brother gets back! If you're a ghost, we'll see who'll the last one laughing!"
I only continued to laugh harder! Is she's threatening me with myself!
Jazz sighed. "Let's just give you a bath, okay?"
She and I continued toward the bathroom (after I had finished my laughing fit). While she was getting the bath ready, I took the time to check the mirror examining my appearance.
I really couldn't make out what kind of breed I was (A/N: This might be the best time to use your imagination. I couldn't decide on what dog he should be). I can only describe myself as a white, overgrown dog.
The collar I had was, no doubt, the Thermos (in a collar form). It still had the same designs of green lines.
"Are you coming or not?" I heard Jazz call.
After my "bath", I headed out into my bedroom. Jazz wanted to keep and eye on me, so she came with me. I sat on my bed, but was more concerned about how to get back to normal.
"If I ever see that dog again, I'll-"
"Ghost up ahead" I could hear the familiar voice of the Fenton Finder say behind my bedroom door.
"Freeze, Ghost dog!" I heard my Dad yell at me, as he bust through the door, pointing a gun in my direction. Jazz glared at me.
"So you really are a…" Jazz began.
She couldn't finish because I started to run. Since I had no idea where to go, I only had one option: The window. I leaped through the opening, only hoping that I could still use my ghost powers…
WAAA? Is Danny gonna get away?