A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this one. It´s a bit short though. Many thanks to my reviewers!

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom

possessed

The ghost that was once Earl Turner made himself as small as possible in his host. He didn´t want to be detected and didn´t want to be found by that ghostly boy with the green eyes. He wondered if his host knew he was there, he felt him shiver a couple of times. For a while he was content by just being there, moving around with his host, listening to people talk.

At one point he heard a loud voice blabbering about ghosts and he paid close attention to that, because allthough he was a ghost himself he really didn´t know much about them. He learned that all ghosts were basically evil and should be hunted down and ripped apart ´molecule by molecule´. Earl thought that sounded disgusting. Then he chuckled to himself, as he realized the guy talking had no idea that a ghost was hiding in the person he was talking to.

He lost track of time after that, lost in his own thougths for a while. He was a ghost. Ghosts were what, ectoplasmic manifisations of unfinished business? So he had unfinished business. He started chuckling again. Unfinished business indeed. He hadn´t finished his quest. They had interfered. He had interfered. Earl spent some time thinking very dark thoughts about the cop who had finally managed to catch him.

He had been there at his execution, looked him straight in the eyes. Earl hadn´t been able to see him through the darkened glass window, but he had known. Somehow he had known he had been looking at him. The cop had actually stumbled backwards when he realized. That had struck Earl as very funny and he had laughed. He had been laughing when they had put the cap over his head, covering his face and he was still laughing when the electricity went through him, killing him. No, not killing him, making him different. Better. He could see that now. He felt like laughing again, but caught himself just in time. No reason to let his host know he was there. Yet.

After a while the hidden ghost noticed it had quieted down, the sound of chatting people gone. He felt his host moving around, picking things up, humming to himself. It was a shame he could not see what was going on, only hear. Then he wondered. Carefully he reached out, touching the host´s brain tentatively. His host gave a violent jerk and jumped up, wide eyed and panting.

Earl quickly pulled back and waited for his host to calm down. Wich he did eventually, convincing himself it was nothing, he had imagined it, that cold finger that had touched him in the back of his skull. Earl felt his host getting up and then lying down, putting out the light. He waited untill he felt his host´s body relax. Then he waited some more, untill he was absolutely sure he was asleep.

Again Earl reached out to his hosts brain. No reaction. He reached some more, trying to gain control somehow. And then he was there. He was the host. Now that was almost too easy. Slowly he opened his eyes. He was in a room, by himself. It was dark, so it must be late. Quietly he got up and looked at the alarm clock standing on a small table beside the bed. It was almost twelve o´clock.

He stood there for a while, unsure of what to do and then noticed the guys clothes on a chair by the window. He walked over and dressed quickly. Then he saw the mirror on the wall and peered into it. He was looking at his host´s face in the dark. He coudn´t help himself. He started to laugh. He managed to do it quietly though, he didn´t want to wake the other people in the house, if there were any.

Then he looked in the mirror again, at the face of his host with glowing red eyes. His own eyes.