It was damn near impossible to keep up with the ghost darting around the entire house turning things upside down and turning taps on and off. Luckily he hadn't figured out how to plug the sinks and make them over flow yet but Dani was positive he would eventually. He had discovered he could make the ceiling fan in the living room spin if he flew around the blades and was presently entertained with that fact. Occasionally casting glances down at where she sat on the floor keeping an eye on him.
Every now and then he would try and speak to her but it only came out as jumpled words and static crackles. Sighing she shook her head, there had be no word from Skulker in over three hours and she was wondering if he would ever come back or if he had decided that it was a better idea to just abandon her and the new ghost to try and figure everything out on their own.
There was a hiss from up above making her jump and break out of her thought looking up at Danny confused. The ghost had paused, the blades of the fan slicing through his ethereal form as he stared out the window with such an intensity his eyes were burning brighter than they had been.
"Danny what is it? What are you looking at?" Dani asked, she couldn't see anything out the dirty and smudged window but apparently Daniel could. That or he could sense something on the other side of it.
"BaaAAaaAccckkk…." He hissed out as he stared into the dirty glass, "MuuuuUuUUuust…" He continued still frozen stock still as ice began to form on the blades of the fan as they finally stopped spinning.
Frosty patterns forming on the ceiling and spreading, a noticeable chill in the air as the temperature dropped making her see her own breath.
"Danny, what are you talking about?" She asked him standing up trying to understand what he was so transfixed by.
"NO!" The ghost shouted voice reaching a pitch that cracked the clouded glass in the window and made her cover her ears. "BACK!"
Without another word he was gone shooting through the window and out into the night sky heading towards the edge of town.
Danielle jumped to the air flying after him as fast as she could not wanting to let him get out of her sight. It was already to late though as he was gone all she could do was follow the direction she had seen him take and hope the ghost had a one track mind and didn't veer off his path.
It was so bright here, thousands of souls hovering above the stone markers that held their bodies. Not ghosts but so unwilling to let go of their mortal confines that they stayed strapped to the earth no more than glowing orbs of energy.
He had never been able to see it like this before, he knew that but how he wasn't sure.
Nothing was the same anymore, like he was losing his mind and everything he had been holding on too that made him human. He knew he loved someone so badly it hurt when he was alive but he couldn't remember who it was anymore.
He didn't even know how long he had been dead for. This grave yard was beautiful though. He didn't want to leave it, not when there was so much life to be looked at here.
Great black iron gates and fence stood around the property protecting the dead from anyone that wished to vandalize their graves. Keeping this resting place simple and calm.
It was an odd sort of peace that Daniel found as he floated amongst the stone markers, each one so different but yet so similar to the one before it. Some were carved in different materials, some statues, and some no more than plates in the ground.
He wondered if he had a marker somewhere in the grave yard and slowly as he meandered around the other markers he made his way to the family plot. A sudden sadness growing over him as he saw the oldest and most worn of them all was Jazmines. It was only a flash of memory of how she died but he knew with absolute certainty that it hadn't been natural. His parents markers stood next to hers still holding up well against the years they had been standing. There was none for him though, no recognition that he had died.
Daniel wondered to himself if that meant he had ever even lived. After all what was a life without a death. How could he have ever really lived if he had never died. Who even cared if he died now.
Everyone else was dead!
A shriek of pained anguish left his lips as he circled the graves of his family earning a few startled jumps from the orbs and whispy figured perched on surrounding graves.
Snarling like an angered animal he coasted over to one of the above ground tombs. Artfully decorated for the one buried inside of it. There was no orb or whisp hanging around this one and he turned on his back staring up into the sky and his beloved stars.
Only they were so much more beautiful than he had remembered them. Entire constellations he had never been able to see with his human eyes were now revealed him in bright magnificent colours. Galaxies seemed to appear out of no where and he couldn't stop the amazed look of awe from falling on his face.
Transfixed as he was by the night sky he barely noticed the orbs gravitating towards him from the graves. Tiny balls some more wispy and transparent than others and some glowing brighter. They congregated around him gently pressing up against his sides with their tiny glowing lights. Placing themselves on his chest and legs resting like they had been on a long journey and finally found rest.
Daniel didn't seem to notice them as he stared at the sky hands slowly moving though as a few brushed across his fingers and caught his attention. Looking down at the amassing of lost spirits he slowly sat up still hovering above the tomb legs crossed now as he looked at them.
They all glowed different ever changing colours and he smiled cupping his hands around the orbs feeling the different sensations of their own barely formed cores. Each one so unique and different from the others.
He couldn't help but laugh a bit holding them close as they circled around him resting on his shoulders and in his lap, butting against his hands. Daniel felt a pang in his chest an overwhelming desire to keep them all safe from harm.
He could feel the confusion and sadness that radiated off them from not understanding why they weren't alive anymore and why they couldn't move on. Danny understood but he was different from them. He could tell he was even if he couldn't remember why.
Holding them close he chirped garbled ghost speak at them promising that he would protect them and keep them safe as long as they were around until they found a way to move on to the next place.
Dani watched from afar the display Daniel was putting on. She had heard the shriek of rage and had followed it as quickly as she could only to find him circling around hid parents graves looking furious and she was certain she was going to have to confine him with the thermos.
He had stopped though to stare into the night sky and now he was talking to thin air. She couldn't see whatever he thought he was talking to and it confused her. But the look of happiness and contentment that rested along his features was enough for her.
If Danny wanted to sit in the graveyard and talk to his imaginary friends than he could do that all night as long as he wasn't reeking havoc around town or destroying things she was happy. Setting herself down on the edge of the bus stop bench across the road she watched the ghost playing by himself and the static chirps and crackles of happiness that came from him. With any luck he would stay that way until she figured out something to do with him. Any way to get him back to his normal self. If that was even possible anymore. She was truly starting to have her doubts.