A/N: I sort of forgot this existed.

he went to bed and bumped his head and couldn't wake up in the morning

Rain pounded on the windows and roof of Casper High School, unrelenting and merciless. The students felt its oppressiveness, darkening their already glum moods while they passed from class to class. No one dared step outside; even Tetslaff spared her students from an outdoor gym class with such a raging storm.

Except for one lone soul: a pale, lifeless looking man, whom on closer inspection, was not a man at all but only the ghostly remnants of a man. He wore a shark skin suit and a monocle, as if he had died in the middle of afternoon tea in the 50s. He was frantically moving a giant machine, unlike any ever invented, across the roof's concrete floor, muttering slightly to himself. The machine had a long, thin needle protruding five feet from the top. The specter could not seem to find a satisfactory spot for the machine to rest; he continued to drag it across, ignoring its horrid banshee-like screeches caused by metal on concrete.

"Then they'll see," he proclaimed, still pushing. "They'll all see!"

Inside, safe from the rain and thunder and lightning, it was currently fourth period for the students. Tucker, Sam and Danny, having just finished lunch, were making their way to their class, the last one they had to suffer through before attempting to run to the buses without potentially drowning.

"This is the last time you're letting me eat all those cheeseburgers, Danny," Tucker spit out through wheezes. "And God, why does this school have so many steps?"

Danny reached over and held on to Tucker's bag. "Stay strong, buddy. Just a few more to go-"

"No," Tucker breathed. "I don't think I'm gonna make it. The end is nigh." They wheeled around to the next step of stairs. "Go on.. without me.."

A flash of purple and black interrupted their tragic farewells. It was Sam, hardly breathless, even after running up 3 flights of stairs with a heavy backpack. "Tucker, it's the third floor of our school, not the last floor on the Eiffel Tower."

"Sam. You were always-" He broke off to take a deep breath. "-so kind and thoughtful to your friends. I'll always remember that about you."

Danny and Sam shared a look over Tucker's beret and, simultaneously taking hold of his arms, proceeded to lug him up the last few steps.

Tucker's eyes opened slowly to the hustle and bustle of the third floor hallway. He raised his arms up and shouted, "VICTORY! THY NAME IS TUCKER!"

All three had classes on the third floor, but not the same class. It would've been highly improbable and a little too lucky for them to get into the same exact classes. (Even with Tucker, computer whiz.) So Sam and Danny bid Tucker farewell and walked to English, while Tucker continued his laborious journey to Calculus.

"So," Danny started as they pushed through the crowd towards their classroom.

"So."

"I think Tucker really needs to invest in a good inhaler."

Sam smiled. "Or just cut back on the meat. But we both know that's impossible."

Danny laughed, but stopped abruptly when a stream of icy cold mist escaped his mouth. He sighed. "Great."

It didn't escape Sam's notice either. "Lancer's gonna kill you for being late again."

"I know.." Danny rubbed the back of his neck, slightly irritated in this new ghost. "I swear, if it's the Box Ghost again-" He broke off when his ghost sense went off again.

They were nearing their classroom now. "You know, doesn't the ghost usually show up by now?" Sam noticed.

"Yeah.. Must be hiding somewhere." Danny pursed his lips in concentration. Should he risk Lancer's wrath or risk a potential ghost threat? "Screw it. I need to at least try to get a passing grade in English." With that, he marched rather determinedly into English, Sam following closely behind.

"It's not that cold outside, I think if you start breathing frost someone's going to notice," she remarked wryly as they took their usual seats in the back.

The room was filled with bored teenagers, already half-asleep and unwilling to pay attention. Lancer was in the middle of writing something on the board, and as he stepped away, Danny could make out the words: Test on The Crucible today!

"Crap," he muttered. "Hey, Sam. What's The Crucible about?"

Sam shot him a sympathetic look. "Hypocrisy, revenge, mass hysteria, theocracy-"

Danny buried his face in his hands, groaning slightly. "I should've gone after the ghost."

Lancer called the class to attention, and began handing out the quizzes. Danny woefully took the paper like he was being handed his death sentence. After about ten minutes, the class settled into a comfortable silence, punctuated only by pencil scratching on paper, the occasional feet shuffling and of course, the battering rain.

Danny glanced down at the paper. He hadn't slept in over 40 hours, courtesy of Skulker and a few other tiny annoyances. The effects hadn't really taken their toll until now, when he realized that the words were swimming above the paper in hazy swirls. Danny sighed in frustration, and started bracing himself for the inevitable F he would soon receive.

Screech. SCREECH. The class, or at least the ones not absorbed in the test, looked up with matching befuddled looks. The sound was irritating, like nails on a chalkboard.

Lancer cleared his throat. "Nothing to worry about. They're probably just moving some desk in the class above. Concentrate on the test; its 100 points and worth about a fourth of your grade!"

Danny continued to gaze up, but at the walls instead of the ceiling. Sam was right: usually, the ghost would make himself or herself clear by now by bursting through the walls or the door or at least making some students scream in the hallway. Danny desperately needed a distraction.

SCREEEECH. Jesus Christ, that noise could drive anyone insane.

And that anyone seemed to be Lancer. As Danny watched, Lancer's face steadily changed from pale to a bright, livid red, a vein in his forehead pulsing wildly. Slamming one hand on his desk, he declared, "The Tell-Tale Heart! I'm going to find out what that infernal noise is. Class, finish your tests. Do not cheat or I will fail you all." He marched out, but not before glaring at all the troublemakers (including Danny).

The class held their breath, waiting for his footsteps to fade away, before bursting into hushed whispers about practically anything but the test.

"Do you think he'll go all Psycho on the class above and kill them for disrupting him?"

"Wow, its raining like a bitch out there, isn't it?"

"Hey, what's for dinner, Mom?"

Feeling as though his prayers had been answered by some spirit, Danny turned to Sam. "Talk about luck, huh?"

Sam shook her head but smiled nevertheless. "He'll be back soon."

Danny leaned back in his chair, stretching. "Yeah, but at least I get a little bit of peace until then." He cracked his neck, feeling satisfied when all the air bubbles popped. "I haven't been able to sleep lately. Damn Ghost Portal."

"Do you need our help? 'Cause Tucker and I have no problem with that." Sam sounded worried.

"Nah." Danny waved her concerns off. "Just a part of the job description, I guess."

Sam still looked dubious. "If you say so."

"Anyway, what happened with the whole ghost sense but no ghost thing? Do you think the ghost left or somethi-"

SCREEEEEEEEEECH. The unholy wailing that seemed to be coming from upstairs cut him off.

"God, those desks are driving me-" Sam broke off mid-sentence. "Danny?" Her voice suddenly held a hint of fear.

"Hmm?"

"The sound is coming from upstairs, right?"

"Yeah, so?"

"We're on the top floor. There is no upstairs."

Danny's eyes widened infinitesimally. "Ghost on the roof?"

"Ghost on the roof."

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