They arrived at Fentonworks.

"Wow! It's not so bad, huh?" Uther said.

Christy groaned, sensitive. "This place is haunted alright. I can sense the aura."

"That is what I am hoping you can fix." Vlad said. "I'm Vlad Masters. This is Rachel, my assistant."

"Well my daughter Christy and I are a team." Uther said. "I'm Uther Warren. This is Christy. She is highly sensitive, and can dispel spirits. I'm afraid I'm rather mundane, and all I do is reason with them."

"I see." Vlad said. "Well then. Should I pay her?"

Raye laughed.

Christy glared at her.

"No no. Of course not." Uther said. "We will stay in the house for about a week. It shouldn't take long."

"Yes." Christy said. "Every ghost will be dispelled by then. And remember, never interrupt us. It could end in your death."

With that the Warrens strode up to the upstairs.

Xxx

Christy walked past the master bedroom. "Jack and Maddie."

"Dad I found a room for you!" Christy gestured to it, then smacked an ofuda on the door.

Danny, following her, floating, felt a sharp pain as he passed his parents room.

Whoa. She really did have sacred power. Hopefully he could reason with her.

Christy, tacking up ofuda on every room, causing Danny to cringe, finally found Danny's room.

Opening the door, she noted the posters of Dumpty Humpty, a band that honestly didn't suck, and some of NASA, which she found interesting.

Distracted, she forgot to put the ofuda up, allowing Danny to float in.

Christy was staring out the window when she tensed. She whirled, holding an ofuda—and smacked it on Danny's head.

He opened this mouth to scream but before he could the pain stopped.

Christy was holding the talisman. "Gomen, Zashiki-warashi."

"What?" Danny said.

"Your classification." Christy said. "You are a friendly, albeit mischievous, ghost. Obviously, because you are around my age. I'm so sorry I hurt you. Don't worry. I may be a miko, but you have nothing to fear from me. I'll help you relocate so that creepy Vlad guy can't suck you into a thermos and dissect you or something."

Christy rolled her eyes and held out her hand.

Surprised, the ghost boy took it and shook it, though he felt a sharp zap. With the zap, remembered words.

Going ghost.

What did it mean? Why couldn't he remember?