Characters aren't owned by me. Maybe the lady, but not the others.

-Part VII-

"Okay, Danny!" Jazz said happily on a Friday, a few hours after school let out. The four of them, Team Phantom, were at the library. After school, the younger teens raced there as Jazz ran in the other direction.

While there, Danny, Sam, and Tucker looked around the old newspapers for anything weird that had happened involving the house.

"Nothing," Danny said with a cough; the dust was unbearable. "How about you guys?" Tucker preferred to search the computer, so his lungs were clean. Despite this, he shook his head grimly.

"Sorry, Danny." replied Sam with a shrug. "I found out that the place was once named The Best Looking House in Amity Park in 1972. But there have been no known reported ghosts in the place. The most recent article just talks about the new owner, Chelsea Singer, part-time reporter. She doesn't seem to believe in ghosts, but what she told the police yesterday show otherwise. "

"You're right…"said Danny, thinking over the situation. That's when Jazz walked in.

"Okay, Danny!" she exclaimed as she walked through the doors of the library. After receiving a stern look from the librarian, she whispered, "Sorry." She looked around for the other members of Team Phantom.

"Okay, Danny!" she whispered as she sat down at the table in the back. "I got to interview the lady, but she was rather rude at first."

"Who wouldn't be agitated by being asked questions by a random person?" Sam said, placing the book of newspapers back on the shelf, taking a seat next to Danny.

"Anyway," Jazz said, ignoring Sam, "here's what she had to say." Jazz placed a paper in front of Danny, and Tucker got off the computer to see. The three of them looked at the paper Jazz had brought with her.

The questions on the paper had been typed out. "You were anticipated me agreeing to this interview, right?" Danny asked, receiving a happy nod from his older sister.

They read what the paper had to say concerning the mysterious house and the current owner. According to Jazz's research, the lady had just moved to Amity Park three months earlier and was going to apply for a job at the Amity Herald, the local newspaper, come summer. She was only twenty-seven and usually wrote articles concerning current events. At times, she wrote about myths and legends. When she heard about Amity Park's high ghost rate, she decided to see it for herself.

When asked if she believed in ghosts, she replied "Of course not!" But, in a question added right below, "Then why are you staying in a hotel?", she answered, rather taken aback, "Because I have a stalker!"

Danny, Tucker, and Sam chuckled quietly. "A 'stalker'?" Danny asked between laughs, one eyebrow up. Jazz nodded seriously.

"Seems that way. She just won't admit that there might be an actual ghost in her house."

"But if she's so convinced that there's a stalker, how come she didn't find a good hiding place?" Sam questioned. "I mean, you found her didn't you?"

"How did you find her?" Tucker asked. They all looked at Jazz inquisitively.

"Well, uh…" she laughed nervously, "I have my ways." She leaned closer to the trio and whispered, "It's better if you don't know."

Seeing as how it came out a threat, the three nodded.

"So all we know is that the owner of the house, Chelsea Singer, is doubtful of the existence of ghosts and that the only clue we managed to find was a nail?" Danny sighed.

Both his friends and his sister sighed along with him. Their mystery almost seemed impossible to solve.

"Wait, Danny!" Sam suddenly said, slapping her hands on the table, rising from her chair. "You forgot about the other clue. Remember?"

"Other…clue…?" He, Tucker, and Jazz asked in unison, looking at each other in confusion. Their eyes widened excitedly. "The other clue!" They, too got up from the table and heard the librarian shush them.

"Sorry!" the whispered the displeased worker.

-To Be Continued-

Yay! Ooh! What'll happen next? -Dire Moonstone-