It's late for Halloween, but my film class had a horror movie night as a fundraiser on the first (day after Halloween, even), which I did not go to. They showed three horror films, one of which they did not finish. So, in 2nd period yesterday, I did not get a choice in whether or not I got to stay and watch The Haunting in Conneticut. I am VERY squeamish, so I had to avert my eyes the whole freakin' period, but just the sounds and the plot got this idea churning in my head.
Status: Adoptable
-Phanny
Danny stared boredly ahead as he sat in his desk. Mrs. Mims, his algebra teacher, had to have one of the most droning, emotionless voices he had ever heard. Even Mr. Lancer's usually sleep-inducing lectures had a little bit of effort put into them, but Mims just acted like she didn't care about algebra, her students, or…anything.
Danny looked sideways at the new girl who had been introduced at the beginning of class - even though he hadn't really been paying attention. When he looked at her, he realized that she had been looking at him. He quickly turned back to the front of the room - the class didn't need two freaky staring people. Danny tried to remember the girl's name, because it looked like she was showing some sort of interest in him. He caught sight of the bracelet on her arm, engraved with the word "Heather." Well, that solved that problem.
The bell for lunch rang after what seemed like an eternity, and sure enough, Heather approached him at the door. She blushed, but wasn't afraid to look him in the eye.
"Hey, uhm, I'm Heather. You know, I just moved here a couple of weeks ago and…well, you're Danny Fenton, right?"
Danny nodded. Heather looked relieved and continued.
"People told me that your parents hunt ghosts for a living…" she trailed off.
"Yeah…?" Danny prompted her to continue.
"Well, I was wondering - and feel free to call me a freak or a crazy person but…I was wondering if I could talk to them because I think…" Heather moved closer to Danny and lowered her voice, "I-I think my new house might be haunted."
Heather obviously wasn't aware of Amity Park's "ghost capital of the world" status, or she wouldn't expect Danny to call her crazy. Danny sighed - nowadays, haunted houses were so normal that it was depressing.
"I don't think you're a freak or crazy, but I think my parents wouldn't mind if I came to check it out first-" and took care of it, he thought to himself, "-just to see. Would you mind that?"
"Anything," Heather sounded a little relieved, "just…a lot of weird stuff is going on. Thank you."
Danny nodded and went to lunch. It was probably just a mischievous poltergeist, but he couldn't rule anything out. He needed to tell Sam and Tucker that they would be going on a little field trip after school.
"Creepy, isn't it?" Heather asked as she, Danny, Sam, and Tucker arrived at her new home.
Even Danny had to agree. Of all the homes in Amity Park, who on earth would rent this one? The paint was peeling, the wood on the porch was moldy, and some of the windows were cracked. Something about it - Danny couldn't describe it - just made it feel eerie.
"They said it was a fixer-upper," Heather said dryly.
"If by 'fixing it up' you mean 'demolishing and starting from scratch,' then I agree," Tucker said, looking suitably freaked out as well.
"Well, the outside isn't as bad as the inside…" Heather walked up the creaking steps, and the door creaked so loudly that it actually resembled a baby's cry. She walked in, her sneaker's making a racket as she walked across the hardwood floors. Sam and Tucker followed, but as soon as Danny crossed the threshold, he didn't feel the cold presence of any ghost he'd encountered. His ghost sense didn't go off. He felt a burning sensation under his skin, but pushed himself further inside the house. It only took a few steps for a hot, choking mist to build in his throat and exit his mouth - but this mist was deep blood red, almost black. He felt Sam, Tucker, and Heather surrounding him, asking him what was wrong, but he could barely hear them. A frightening growl was ringing through his ears, blocking out any other sound, and it felt like there was pressure all around him, squeezing him to death.
Danny realized at that point that there was no poltergeist, no mischief maker, or even anyone he perceived as a genuine threat, like Skulker or Vlad. What he was dealing may not even be a ghost - but something truly, inherently evil.
I don't even LIKE horror stories/movies, but you can't tell me that a story like this wouldn't be freakin' awesome.
SPOILERS BELOW:
For those of you who don't know exactly what the movie was about, a family moves into a house that was formerly a funeral home, the former occupants of the funeral home were Satan worshippers or something, the teenaged boy keeps getting visions and is sometimes possessed by the spirit of a young man who was a seer, spirit boy was trying to release the spirits but the demonic dude who ran the funeral home tried to kill the family (for once, nobody really died during the movie), there are bodies hidden in the walls, things burn down, but, for ONCE, the story gets a semi-happy ending.
