Danny's POV

Danny breathed a sigh of relief and allowed himself to relax, leaning his back against a nearby tree stump. Thank god he left. Mason had come close to finding out his secret. Ghosts in Spittoon are hardcore. He shuttered at his memories of his battle with 'Randolf'. A few minutes later Mason came trampling through the brush with an armful of twigs.

"Doin' alright?" Asked Mason, tossing the sticks into a pile.

Danny grunted. "How're you gonna light that?

Mason pulled a small book of matches from his pocket and set the pile ablaze.

"Oh…" Danny said, trailing off.

"Ya know, I wonder what happened back there…" Mason said, laying on his back, looking at the stars. "The explosion, I mean."

"I dunno… gas leak?" A year ago Danny would've winced at the poorly constructed lie, but he'd gotten used to half-baked fibs.

Mason sat up suddenly. "Of course!"

"Of course what?" Danny asked, anxiety building in his gut.

"The old mines! I mean I've heard stories, but you're the only one to find it!"

"Like landmines?" Danny asked, slumping back onto his elbows.

"Kinda… do you know the history of Spittoon?"

"No…"

"Well, Spittoon was originally a mining town. Nothing special, small amounts of coal, diamonds, iron… but there were rumors of oil. The original mayor was insane and decided to use bombs to find oil. An obviously flawed strategy, but the townsfolk went along with it. So they put bombs down wherever they could, buying them with the minerals they had mined. Recently after the bombs had been placed the mayor killed himself. The new mayor canceled the program and the bombs were removed. However, the previous mayor hadn't recorded all the bombs. In the next few years, people walking through the forest would get exploded. It got so bad that no-one would walk in the forest. But, people forgot, as people do… and the bombs just became another piece of spittoon lore. Lots of people report seeing phantom explosions and stuff, but nobody's been exploded in the last hundred years. It's weird."

"Well... that explains a lot," Danny responded, dumbfounded. "So this mayor, what was his name?"

"Ummm, I think it was Randolf… yeah, Mayor Randolf. Why?"

"Dunno… just curious," Danny said as calmly as he could despite his excitement, it was a rare occasion knowing the previous identity of a ghost.

"So, how long are you staying in Spittoon?" Asked Mason.

"All summer."

"So you're staying with Alicia?"

"Yeah. Me, my sister, my parents."

"Cool. Wish I had a sister. I live with my cousins."

"How many do you have?"

"Three."

"Wow I only have one," Danny said, wondering how Danni was.

"Didn't know Alicia had kids," Mason said, his brow furrowing.

"Dad's side. Wish I had more cousins though."

"Eh. They're not that great."

Danny chuckled, "Don't I know it."

"You better be getting to sleep. I'll keep watch."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, get some rest. I'll wake ya up at sunrise."

Danny closed his eyes. It had been quite a long day.