Erik tossed in his sleep all night. Somewhere between all that was happening something was trying it's hardest to break free. Repressed memories, perhaps. Nothing was coming clear in his dreams, flashes upon flashes of moments all passing by in less then a second for each. Names, faces, memories were burning in his skull until they seemed to conflict and began to wage the war on the truth and the lies.

"Danny!"

Erik sat upright in a cold sweat, he looked around the dark room. Then his eyes fell on the red glow of his clock. It was two am.

"I got school tomorrow..." He groaned and threw his head back at the pillow with a dull thud. He shut his eyes, but he seemed to have shaken all of the sleep from himself. With another loud groan he turned over. Maybe a walk would ease his mind and let him sleep again.

Erik strolled around the grand mansion no matter how many times he completed this ritual it still did not feel like home. It made him wonder if the absence of a full family might have been the cause. Erik's bare feet hit the cold hall way floors with a soft patter. He walked about in a bored manner. He was able to at least clear his head, but as he passed the armored soldiers waiting on the first floor he heard something. A cold shiver took him and it spread up his back and his breath became visible for a moment.

He slipped over towards the door to his father's study and leaned against the wall.

"Beware!" A voice shouted, it echoed in the most unnatural way.

"Get out of here!" Now that was most definitely his dad, but he also had the strange echoing sound. "I've told you once and I've told you a thousand times, you and all other ghosts are not allowed here!"

"I am the Box Ghost!"

"That's all well, but if you even dare come back you might bring up the memories of Phantom." He paused and made a strained sound like he threw something. "And we can't have that can we?" He muttered in a sinister tone.

Erik stood against the door, feeling even more confused then before. Ghosts? Ghosts in his house? They didn't exist did they? He inched away from the study as fast as he could, something was definitely wrong. The boy ran up to the second level before he finally calmed down, he closed the door in the library and sank to the floor in a limp slump.

At first his blue eyes scanned the red carpeted floor, looking for answers somewhere. So there were memories that he was suppose to repress. He came to that conclusion. It had to do something with a Box Ghost, and he wasn't supposed to know of a Phantom. Blinking Erik finally got back to his feet and began looking around at the shelves. There had to be a book or something that might tell him something.

It was a vast collection of strange books, but the few ghost books there did not shed light on anything he needed. But Erik finally grabbed a blue book aptly labeled ghosts and a thick yellow psychology book before he returned to his room. Glancing at the clock he stuffed the books into his bag before laying back down.

He was slowly drifting off into a sleep when he heard his door creak open. He squeezed his eyes shut and pretended to be fast of sleep.

"Just like I thought, my little badger is fast asleep." Vlad spoke, it seemed like he was proving a point to someone or something. But Erik was not about to find out who. The same shiver overtook him, but he refused to open his eyes.

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"Wait, wait, wait." Frankie laughed as they walked home from another day at school. "You're saying there was a ghost in your house."

"Yeah I-"

"But not just any ghost? A Box Ghost!" She exclaimed through laughter she fell down and rolled all over the path they were walking on.

Erik stopped and sneered at her. Her clutched the book closer to him he knew he was right. And he wasn't about to give up, this was his only chance to uncover his hazy past.

"My dad even said he didn't want any ghosts around me because he doesn't want me to remember someone named Phantom."

"You don't even know anyone, or anything named Phantom." Frankie pointed out after regaining her composure.

"Frankie, what kind of accident was I in?" He asked after a short interval of silence.

She wrinkled her freckled nose at his question. "Come on you don't really want to talk about that do you?" She asked shrugging hoping he would give up.

"Yes I actually do." He replied holding all seriousness,

"Surely your dad already said something." Frankie said with a nervous chuckle to follow.

"No he didn't. And I'm thinking this kind of accident has nothing to do with a car." Erik reasoned his eyes burning through the girl.

Frankie shifted eyes nervously around. She felt completely trapped and so she went with the best idea she'd had all day. She stared at her him letting her green eyes fill with tears before she looked away. Finally she burst out sobbing and ran from him.

"Frankie wait!" Erik called, but he had no intention of actually following her. Instead he watched her scrawny figure disappear down the way they came from and out of sight. "Great..." He sighed dejectedly.

Now Erik was sure something was going on.

Yay another chapter, it just came from no where. Anyway... I'm not sure if I'll continue the patern I've been following, I might. So either next chapter we'll g back to Amity or stay here with Erik. Whatever hits more first and the hardest.