Daisy practically skipped out of the theater, a golden certificate in her hands. She couldn't believe she won her first fashion show! And it was a big fashion show. The prize was completely unbelievable! Daisy had to tell someone. No, not just someone.

Daisy pulled her phone out of her bag and dialed her boyfriend's number. The phone buzzed for a few moments, then Daisy heard the click of someone picking up the phone on the other side.

Daisy didn't even wait for a greeting, "Donald, guess what? I did it, I won the fashion show!"

"Oh, Daisy, hi!" a female voice responded cheerfully, "wow, you won a fashion show? That's amazing!"

Daisy facepalmed, "Della, why are you answering your brother's phone?"

"Well, funny story, Donald actually went with Huey, Louie, and Uncle Scrooge to the Money Bin. Something about bringing your kids to work day? For some reason Uncle Scrooge didn't want me or Dewey to come, so we're enjoying a mother son bonding day."

A high pitch voice interrupted, "we are not enjoying ourselves, we're soooooo bored. Save us…"

There was a scuffle on the other end of the phone, and Daisy internally groaned. Della and her son Dewey were nice and all, but they were energetic to the point of annoying.

The scuffle ended and Della spoke again, "Sorry about that. Just fun bonding time. Is there anything you want me to tell Donald for you?"

Daisy sighed, "Uh, sure, tell Donald to meet me at Duckling Street Mansion when he gets the chance."

"Oooh," Della admired while scribbling down the message, "did you buy a private tour for the two of you?"

"Actually no," Daisy smiled bashfully as she said, "It's my new home."

There was silence on the other end, but only for a few seconds. Daisy then heard a chorus on exclamations so loud she had to move the phone away.

"Are you actually saying you are now the owner of the Duckling Street Mansion?!" Dewey yelled.

"Well, yes," Daisy lifted her certificate and gazed at it, "I could hardly believe it myself when I heard the news. It was such a competitive fashion show, I couldn't even imagine making it in the final catwalk in first place. But apparently, the person who organized and made the whole thing was a relative of Veronica, the actress who originally lived in the mansion before the accident. He was the legal owner, and decided to make it the grand prize."

"Wow," Daisy could hear the elation in Della's voice, "Congratulations Daisy. Gosh, what a move, from an apartment to one of the biggest mansions in Duckburg."

"Yeah, I know," Daisy laughed, finally reaching her car and sliding in, "That's actually part of the reason I wanted to talk to Donald. To see if he could help me settle in."

"Oh, Daisy, you don't need to wait for Donald," Della started excitedly, "Me and Dewey can help you!"

"Oh, no, Della, that's not necessary," Daisy tried to reassure the two on the other side. That was the last thing she wanted, "I can manage on my own, I promise."

"No no no, Daisy, I can not let you take that giant old mansion all by yourself. We're coming over right this second," Della insisted, and Dewey cheered in the background, "I'll see you soon bye!"

"No, Della, wait-!" Daisy moved and looked at her phone. The call had ended, and Della and Dewey were probably on their way now. Daisy groaned, slouching her head on the steering wheel. Great. Just great. One amazing, dreamlike day just turned into a long, aggravating, annoying day.

Daisy exhaled, pushing herself up with her hands now on the steering wheel. This will be fine, she told herself. At least someone would help her move in. As long as she managed those two everything would be fine.

Daisy put her car into gear and pulled out from the theater, driving toward her new home. This was a new chapter in her life. Nothing was going to ruin this day.

Daisy pulled into the driveway of the old mansion. It was exactly the way one would expect an abandoned mansion to look. Worn, dull, and yet still regal, elegant, and historic. And big. Really big.

Daisy turned the engine off and opened the car door, stepping out onto the pavement. A kind faced duck in a formal black suit pushed the large, heavy front door open, a stack of papers in his arms. Daisy recognized the man as the organizer of the fashion show, and the one who was going to give Daisy a mansion.

The duck walked over, not even noticing Daisy over his papers. She quickly brushed her dress down and adjusted her hair, clearing her throat.

"Um, Mr. Quackson?" Daisy asked, finally getting the man's attention, "Hi, I'm, uh, the winner of the 52nd annual Fashion Forward contest?"

The duck's eyes lit up, "Oh, Daisy Duck, right? It's a pleasure to officially meet you. You, ma'am, are a fashion genius."

"Oh, thank you," Daisy blushed, "I'm honored you chose me as the winner."

"You deserved it, my dear," Mr. Quackson smiled, motioning toward the mansion, "allow me to show you your new home."

"Oh, okay," Daisy accepted his offer, following him to the front door. The duck thrust open the doors, a strong gust of musky air hitting Daisy. It was similar to the outside; old, rough around the edges, yet very impressive nonetheless. A large staircase in the center of the massive room led into another floor, and hallways on either side of them trailed off into other rooms and hallways. Daisy simply took it all in, a little speechless.

Mr. Quackson laughed softly at her reaction, "Beautiful, isn't it?"

"And big…" Daisy clutched her bag a little tighter.

"Yes, the Duckling Street Mansion is a 20 bedroom, 15 and a half bath home, over 20,000 square feet," The duck rambled as if he was selling the home, "Most of the rooms are exactly the way they were when Miss Veronica was still alive."

"Oh," Daisy looked around the house with a new appreciation.

"Just one thing before we can make this officially yours," Mr. Quackson fumbled with his papers and pulled out a pen from one of his pockets, "Just sign right here, and we'll be all set."

Daisy took the pen, staring down at the signature line as a moment of doubt passed through her mind. Then she shook it off. She was about to own a mansion. Why would she pass that up?

Daisy put pen to paper, writing her name in perfect cursive. Mr. Quackson beamed.

"Wonderful!" he took the pen back, but didn't bother with the paperwork now in Daisy's hands. He started rushing toward the door, "Well, that's that, then. Just remember, you may not sue for any damage or injuries regarding your mansion."

Daisy blinked, "W-why would I be injured-?"

"Alright, that's everything you need to know, enjoy your new home!" the duck opened the door, giving her one last smile before bolting out the door. Daisy walked up toward the window and watched him hurry into his car before speeding away.

Well that's not ominous. Daisy looked around nervously for a moment before calming herself down. No, everything was fine. She was just grappling with the fact that she now lived in a 20 bedroom… 15 and a half bath… old abandoned home…

Daisy swallowed. Hopefully Della and Dewey got here quickly. She wasn't quite sure why, but there was something ominous about the mansion. Like there was something Daisy didn't know about it. Almost like someone was watching her.

What Daisy didn't know was that someone was watching her. And she was about to be acquainted with her very soon.

Daisy wasn't comfortable exploring the mansion by herself, so instead she got busy unloading her car and bringing in her luggage.

She had just finished organizing her suitcases at the base of the staircase when she heard the doorbell ring. Daisy looked up. It was probably Della and Dewey here to help her. She was relieved and a little pessimistic about their arrival, but whether she wanted them here or not, she opened the door.

Della greeted Daisy with a warm hug as soon as the door was wide enough, a hug that was a little too tight. Daisy gently pushed her off, "Hi, Della. It's good to see you too."

Della paid her slightly sarcastic tone no mind, "Oh, we're going to have so much fun getting you moved in here!"

"Yeah…" Daisy put on a smile.

Then Della's son Dewey slipped past Daisy, holding a camera, "And this is the Duckling Street Mansion… on the inside. Only on Dewey Dew-night!"

Daisy whispered to Della, "Um, what's he doing?"

"He's filming a special episode of his tv show, Dewey Dew-night!" Della informed proudly, "He puts it up on his channel, Lets Dewey It. Even though he only has two subscribers, I'm sure it'll be a big hit one day."

"Right," Daisy sighed, "Just make sure he doesn't break anything."

"Of course, of course," Della promised, glancing over at all the suitcases, "So, where do we start first?"

"Oh, well," Daisy pondered, "I suppose I need to figure out which bedroom is my bedroom."

"Well that's easy," Della scoffed playfully, "It's the master bedroom."

"10 of the 20 bedrooms in this house are master bedrooms," Daisy replied blandly, holding up one of the papers Mr. Quackson had left her, "It says so in this very descriptive sketch of the mansion."

Della scanned it, then her face lit up, "Perfect! I'll go upstairs and pick out the perfect bedroom for you, and you and Dewey and unpack down here."

"Oh, Della, you don't need to go alone," Daisy felt a pit of nerves form thinking about the unexplored areas of the mansion, "We can go with you."

"No, that'll spoil the surprise!" Della has already started climbing the stairs, "I'll be fine. It won't take long, I promise!"

Before Daisy could argue otherwise Della had disappeared to the next floor. Daisy couldn't ignore the ominous feeling she felt, leaving Della alone upstairs. But before she could think anymore about it Dewey was shoving a camera in her face.

"Daisy, can I call you Daisy?" Dewey asked, looking away from the camera lens to make eye contact with her.

Daisy sighed, "Sure kid."

Dewey continued, "What would you say to rumors that the Duckling Street Mansion is haunted?"

Daisy perked up at this, "Haunted? What, by a ghost?"

"Not just any ghost, the ghost of the one who lived and died here," Dewey answered dramatically.

"You mean Veronica the actress?"

"Precisely!" Dewey confirmed, "It is said when Veronica died her ambition turned her into a ghost, her desire to be a star kept her waiting for someone she could use to regain her former glory. So how do you feel about sharing a home with a ghost?"

Daisy scoffed, "Oh don't be silly. There's no such thing as a ghost. Sure, it's a little frightening that the previous owner passed away in the mansion, but there's no one who can turn into a ghost."

Dewey turned the camera so it was now focused on him, "So the mansion owner is a non believer. But will it stab her in the back when the ghost strikes?"

Daisy tried to shake off this child's crazy theories about the mansion, but… she couldn't. She kept having that nagging feeling… she just couldn't shake it off.

Dewey repositioned his camera, focusing on the suitcases, "So, what are we unpacking first?"

Daisy sighed, "Um, well, I believe the nearest room is a dining hall conjoined with a kitchen… maybe we could unload some of the kitchen supplies."

"Stupendous!" Dewey cheered, "To the Dinning Hall of Horror!"

Daisy hated the childish nickname, but forced herself to push that aside. Daisy grabbed two suitcases that she knew held her dishes, pots and pans, irked the kid didn't offer to help, just kept filming her every move.

As Daisy suspected, the dining hall was the first door on the left, and they walked in. There was nothing in the room besides a long wooden dining table with matching chairs and a dusty chandelier.

Daisy kept walking toward the kitchen, which was separated from the kitchen by a peninsula. It was a beautiful white room, covered in a thin layer of untouched dust. The important machines, like the refrigerator, oven, and dishwasher were a deep, shiny black.

Daisy stopped, opening up her suitcase, "Alright kid, here we are. Time for the fun adventure of unpacking. Aren't you excited?"

Dewey didn't react, just kept filming. Daisy rolled her eyes and started unloading the dishes in her suitcase, and the planner in her kicked in. She divided up her pans and dishes into the correct cabinets. There was something satisfying about organization to Daisy. Everything was put away in a matter of minutes. Dewey stood stock still, amazed.

"Wow," he said, "do you enjoy unpacking?"

"Kind of," Daisy answered truthfully, "I like the organization."

Dewey frowned, "It'd be more entertaining for my viewers if you didn't."

Daisy was so fed up with this kid, "How would it be more enjoyable if I hated unpacking?"

Dewey's shoulders fell, "Oh, I don't know. I guess I need some more excitement. Something no one's expecting. Something like…"

Suddenly the boy gasped, refocusing his camera on something behind her.

"What? Something like what?" Daisy blinked in confusion, turning around to see what he was filming. It only took a moment for Daisy to register what was happening. The dishes and kitchen utensils Daisy had just put away were hovering in the air, a light green fog wafting around them.

Dewey pointed, "Like that!"

With those words the floating objects flew toward them at an alarming speed. Daisy immediately ducked, grabbing Dewey to avoid the kitchen supplies crashing into them. The dishes shattered on the opposite wall, and the pots and pans simply clattered onto the ground. A terrifying cackle filled the room, and Daisy and Dewey stood, trying to find the source of the noise.

A female voice began to speak, "Ha ha, you're even easier to scare then I thought!"

Daisy swallowed her panic down, grabbing Dewey's shoulder and pulling him toward her, "Who are you?"

"Who am I? I should be asking you the same question," the voice sounded irritated now, "What are you doing in my house?"

Dewey whispered, "It's the ghost."

Daisy gripped Dewey's shoulder tighter. As much as she wanted to deny it, Daisy was starting to think Dewey was right, "I am the owner of this house."

"Ah," the voice laughed softly, "so that old fool Quackson finally sold the place and ran away. Good riddance. I suppose I should thank you," She now said sweetly, "I've been waiting for an opportunity like this."

Daisy did not like where this was going, "Opportunity? To do what?"

This was the question she was waiting for, "To have some fun!"

The second she said those words, Daisy and Dewey were pushed backwards, floating in the air for a full second before falling onto two chairs that had been placed there by the ghost. Before either of them could react the chairs levitated off the ground, keeping them where they were.

Then the chairs started moving, circling around the long table with terrifying speed. Daisy held back a scream to keep from giving the ghost the satisfaction she wanted. She gripped the bottom of the chair as tightly as she could to keep from falling off. Dewey was suffering the same fate. He was holding the back of the chair with one hand and still trying to film everything happening with the other hand.

"Now if you'll excuse me," The voice said with an arrogant tone in her voice, "That's my cue. It's time to return to the spotlight. Have fun!"

The chairs stopped circling the table and flew into the hallway, turning down hallway after hallway after hallway. Daisy couldn't stop herself from yelling now. She should have listened to her gut when she knew something was wrong. Now she couldn't imagine what was in store for them.

But even worse, Daisy knew exactly where the ghost had gone off to. She was going to the only person alone in this mansion to 'have fun' with, or who knows what else. She was going to Della.

Della grabbed the brass doorknob. Okay, she thought, last bedroom. She opened the wooden door, revealing an absolutely gorgeous bedroom. Della walked in, admiring it's elegance. It had a large bed on the left with a red velvet sheet and large and well decorated wooden frame. On the right was a black painted dresser with a gigantic vanity mirror with three sides. The back wall was split between a small window with vases of long dead flowers and lavish curtains framing the side, and a shuttered wooden door that Della assumed was a closet. Scattered around the room were small accessories and other various items of someone's former life. Overall it was a grand room, with a lot of potential. There was a bathroom just across the hall too.

Della folded her arms and nodded, smiling. This was definitely a good bedroom. Oh, this was going to be a hard decision.

The first sign that something was wrong was the cold. It was the kind of chill that crept down into the skin. Della rubbed her arms, an edge of concern on her mind. Then she saw the green mist wrapping around her feet. That was definitely not normal.

But before Della could do anything, she froze. Her hands stopped rubbing her arms. Della frantically tried to get her limbs to move, but she couldn't. She blinked, and relief flooded in. She could move her head. She was only frozen from the neck down. That still wasn't much of a comfort.

"Well hello, Della, is it?" A voice murmured with a confident slur, "I wasn't expecting guests at my room this evening. Well, anyway, welcome to my mansion."

Della turned her head to try to find the source of the voice, "Who are you? What did you do to me?"

"Oh, getting down to business right away I see," The voice tisked, "Very well. I'll skip the pleasantries. My name is Veronica."

Della gasped, "Veronica… no, it can't be… the actress?"

The voice chuckled, "Oh, now you're catching on."

Della shook her head, "But that would mean… you're a ghost?"

"That's right!" Veronica said, and Della saw a pair of sunglasses float in front of her. The frames were a deep red, and the lenses were a shiny black. They looked fancy. And really expensive, "This is what I've been reduced to. A shadow of who I once was. I'm invisible to the world. I've been a ghost for so long now… I can hardly even remember what it feels like to eat, to touch, to be alive. But you know what's worse," Della could hear the voice say this sharply in her ear, "I had so much potential. I was becoming someone people had heard of. I was almost a star. But it was striped away from me! It was too soon. I don't deserve it!"

Della didn't like where this was going. She started struggling again, fighting to regain her movement.

Veronica noticed, "Oh don't fight it, darling. While I may have lost much of my former glory, I've picked up a few handy tricks throughout the years."

The green mist that had settled near the floor started to rise, moving toward Della.

"I've been planning this for a long time," Veronica now had a dark tone in her voice, "Say hello to your new life, Della Duck."

The mists rushed toward her, Veronica doing the same. But they didn't just hit Della's skin. They penetrated into her. She could feel what little control she had left slip away, and a new presence took form. Della gasped out one last breath before losing complete control, collapsing onto the floor. She heard the sunglasses that were in the air before fall to the ground.

Then, to Della's horror, she saw her arms moving to push herself up, but she wasn't moving them.

Her hands brushed her hair out of her face, and she felt herself smirk, "Ah, yes! Much better."

That was her voice, but it wasn't her. It was Veronica.

Della stood up. She was examining her hands, "Not bad, not bad. I can work with this."

Della walked towards the mirror, eyes scanning her body.

"Oh girl," Veronica said disapprovingly. "You were wasting your potential with this whole... aviator costume. Well, nothing I can't fix. Let's get you a makeover."

Della was spun around and was led towards the closet. She watched herself thumb through several outfits before settling on a long, red dress covered in sparkles. It was a shoulder split dress, not at all Della's style, but she couldn't refuse. Next, the ghost bent down to look at the shoes on the floor of the closet. To Della's dismay, she picked golden heels. Heels. Della took one wobbly step before falling over.

"Oh dear," Veronica looked at her feet. "We need to work on this walk."

Della pushed herself back up, trying to regain her balance. She knew her feet were going to kill her later.

Then, she was off to the bathroom.

"Darling, I think you'll—I'll— look gorgeous with wavy hair. But first, these goggles have got to go." She tossed Della's pilot cap in the trash. Della could only watch as her own hand grabbed a curler and began running it through her hair. Finally, a painstakingly long time later, Della had a gentle curl to her hair, but she didn't like how it looked on her. Veronica seemed to disagree, smiling happily at Della's reflection.

Then, she reached for the black tube of mascara, applying it to her eyelashes. Della had only used this stuff once for her highschool prom and she hated it. Then she reached for eyeshadow. And not just any eyeshadow, purple eyeshadow. Who puts purple on their eyelids? devas, and this ghost, she supposed. Lastly, came the eyeliner in sharp lines that gave her a cat-like appearance.

She blinked, showing off her new make up. "Much better, darling. Just needs one more thing."

Della was whisked back to the bedroom. She plucked a dead rose from a vase before bringing back to life. Then she tucked it behind her ear. "There. Now for the accessories."

Della was getting tired of being dressed up like a doll, and it seemed there was no end sight. First came a large, diamond necklace, followed by golden cuff arm bracelets, black evening gloves and a white fur boa. She grabbed a bottle of perfume and sprayed some all over her. It smelled like roses, but not the fresh ones, like artificial commercialized perfume. Della hated the smell. Then she snatched the pair of sunglasses Veronica had been wearing before off the floor, setting them on top of her head and threw a red purse over her shoulder.

Della cat-walked over to the mirror, throwing a hand on her hip. "Oooh, darling. I look like a star! Yes, this will do just fine," She blew a kiss to the mirror, "Thanks for the new body, Della. I'll put it to good use."

And with that, Veronica walked out of the room, and Della grew hopeless. This was actually happening. Della had been taken over by this deva ghost. She realized she couldn't get herself out of this. Her only hope lies in the two people downstairs. Surely they would notice Della had changed. But even if they did, how could they stop Veronica?

Daisy's voice was growing horse from all the screaming. They'd been on these chairs still at high speeds for what felt like ages. Her hands ached from holding the chair so tightly. And Daisy could only imagine how Dewey was still holding on with only one hand. He had also been narrating for most of the ride.

"Welcome back to Dewey Dew-Night, where the ghost of the Duckling Street Mansion has sent guest star Daisy and I on what seems to be a roller coaster ride on chairs, giving us quite the tour of the mansion."

Daisy finally spoke up, "Dewey, stop filming your TV show and focus on not falling off!"

"Eh, I'm fine," Dewey said nonchalantly, "It's actually kind of fun. Better than walking around the entire mansion."

"No, this is definitely worse!" Daisy called back.

Suddenly, the chairs turned a corner and were in front of a large staircase, similar to the one near the front door. Or maybe it was the same staircase. Daisy could make out through the blur of speed a figure on the steps. It must be Della!

Daisy called out, "Della! Della help!"

The figure turned, "Oh, you two. I guess I should put you down now, shouldn't I?"

With those words the chairs stopped, slowly floating down back to solid ground. Daisy felt so relieved, getting off the chair immediately. But then, the strangeness of the comment struck her. Daisy turned back to Della and got a huge shock. Della had completely changed her look. She had a long red dress on, and makeup and hair and all different types of accessories. She looked like a deva, or…

Daisy couldn't hold back a gasp, "Della… that is you, right?"

Della smirked uncharacteristically, "In a way, yes."

Daisy did not like that answer, but Dewey spoke up, his camera forgotten for once, "Mom, why are you wearing all that fancy stuff?"

Della glanced down and twirled her dress, "Oh this? It's the new me, darling."

Dewey visibly cringed, "Yeah, Mom, I think it's a little too early for you to be having your midlife crisis."

Daisy put a hand in front of him, "Dewey, I don't think that's your mom."

"W-what?" Dewey looked back at Della.

Della chuckled, "Daisy, you are a clever one, aren't you?"

Her tone made Daisy sick, "Veronica, let Della go! You can't possess her like this."

"Oh really?" Della scoffed, "And what can you do to stop me?"

Daisy clenched her fists, unable to answer.

Dewey stepped forward for her, "Please, don't take my mom. You can possess me instead, just don't hurt her."

Daisy stared down at the boy, whispering, "No, Dewey-"

"Not a chance, tiny," Della waved him off, walking to the right a few steps, "One, you're a child. I am not interested in becoming a child actor. Two, you are not deva material. I think I'll stick with what I've got," Della smiled down at herself, very pleased.

"What are you even going to do with Della?" Daisy argued, "She's a pilot for Scrooge McDuck, not an actress."

Della shook her head, "Darling, it doesn't matter what Della was. I am the one who's going to be in the spotlight!" Della's eyes grew far away, "I'm going to be a star again."

Daisy felt so helpless. There was no changing Veronica's mind. How could they get Della back? Could they get her back?

But then a voice spoke up, "Is that all you want? To be on TV?"

Daisy turned to Dewey, who had his head cocked slightly to the side, very genuine.

"Well, that's a very simple way to put it, but yes," Della folded her arms.

Dewey grinned, "We can help you with that."

"We can?" Daisy questioned.

"Yeah!" Dewey said brightly, running over to his camera on the ground, "Lucky for you, ghost mom, I happen to host one of the best TV shows of our time."

"Really?" Della's face had lifted.

Daisy face palmed, "That's a bit of an exaggeration."

Dewey lifted the camera up onto his shoulders with a smirk, "Veronica, how would you like to be the first ever ghost guest star on Dewey Dew-night?"

"Welcome back to Dewey Dew-night! Well, I think we can all agree that this has been one heck of a tour. But things are about to get even better, because our next guest is sure to raise your spirits! But be careful, she might come back to haunt you! Please welcome, Veronica Duckling!"

A red dress with red rimmed sunglasses floated to the other end of the couch, "Thank you Dewey, happy to be here."

Dewey nodded with a broad smile, "So, I heard you've been a little lonely for the past few years, is that right?"

The invisible ghost cleared her throat, "Yes, I've been living alone in this mansion for some time now."

"Well, not 'living', am I right?" Dewey joked.

Veronica laughed, and Dewey continued, "So, Veronia, what do you think motivates you to keep going when times get tough?"

"Well, it's been my dream to be a super star in the entertainment industry," Veronica started, "I was getting there when I was still alive. But, unfortunately, things didn't work out as planned. But all I wanted was to get another chance at fame. I didn't want my life to be meaningless. I was willing to do anything to get another chance."

"Whoof, yeah, we don't need to be reminded of that," Dewey pulled at his shirt in a dramatic show of nerves.

"Yeah, I was definitely desperate," Veronica admitted, "But I'm very grateful to you, Dewey, for giving me this opportunity to be on this show. Thank you for helping make my dreams come true."

"Aww, looks like someone has a sweet side after all," Dewey beamed, "We love having you on our show! And thank you viewers! Please hit the like button and subscribe to our brand new channel, Dewey Dew-night and Veronica the Ghost!"

The video ended, and Daisy turned to Dewey and Veronica, "So, what do you guys think of your debut?"

"I LOVE IT!" Dewey pumped his fists in the air.

"Me too," Veronica agreed, "I like showing that 'nicer' side of me, rather than an evil deva."

Della snorted in the back of the room.

Veronica tisked, "Della, how many times do I have to say I'm sorry for possessing you and trying to use you to make me a star?"

"More than two times," Della glared and looked away.

Daisy felt bad for Della. Once Veronica left Della's body in exchange for a moment in the spotlight, Della was a little shaken to say the least.

Daisy rolled her chair out of the desk the laptop was sitting on and stood, "I'm gonna talk to Della. You two stay here."

"Alright," Dewey jumped right into the chair and started typing, Veronica's dress leaned down and covered the back of the chair, showing where her attention was focused; on her video.

Daisy walked over to Della, "Hey, are you doing okay?"

Della sighed, "For being possessed by a ghost? I'm doing alright."

Daisy nodded, asking gently, "Are you mad at Veronica? I mean, I wouldn't hold it against you if you were, but…"

Della rested her head against the wall, "No, I'm not mad at her, but… I might be visiting this place a little less often than I thought I would."

"I understand," Daisy looked down at her shoes, realizing she probably owed her an apology too, "I'm sorry I was a little cold to you two. I can't imagine what would have happened if I had tried to deal with all this without you."

Della's face brightened, "I'm glad we came too! We have a lot to catch our family up on. And Dewey finally gets to put his video's up online!"

"GUYS GUYS GUYS LOOK!" Dewey suddenly shouted.

Della and Daisy exchanged a look, rushing over, "What? What is it Dewey?"

Dewey turned with a huge beam on his face, pointing to the laptop, "We're going viral!"

"Really?" Daisy put her hands on the desk to get a better look. Sure enough, the likes were going up by the millisecond. 10,000, 50,000, 100,000! "Wow, Dewey, Veronica, congratulations!"

"YES!" Veronica cheered, her dress and sunglasses dancing around the room, "It's happening! We're becoming famous!"

"Yeah we are!" Dewey held up his hands for a high five. Veronica did, though the only thing everyone else could see was Dewey falling backwards because of the force of it.

"Oops," Veronica laughed.

Everyone else started cracking up. The excitement and energy overflowed into the moment. Daisy couldn't have imagined a crazier day if she tried.

Veronica stopped laughing momentarily, "Thank you all so, so much! Dewey, I assume we're coming back for more episodes?"

"How could we not with this reaction?" Dewey pointed to the laptop with enthusiasm.

"Great! I look forward to it," Veronica turned to Daisy and Della, "Della, I promise I won't try to possess you or anyone else ever again! Being a ghost is way cooler anyway," she giggled, "And Daisy, have fun unpacking into your new home!"

Daisy's heart fluttered, "So, you're okay with me living here?"

"Yes I am," Veronica said while floating out of the room, "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to enjoy my new fame! Woo-hoo!"

Daisy chuckled, turning to the mother son duo, "What do you say, guys? Want to put off unpacking for a little bit and just relax?"

Dewey gasped, "You'd give up unpacking to relax?"

"With two of my new favorite ducks?" Daisy put a hand on each of their shoulders, "Anytime."

Della pumped her fist in the air, "Whoo, alright! Let's go to the beach!"

"Beach party!" Dewey cheered, running out of the room.

Daisy blew a sigh of relief. The beach sounds really good right now.

Daisy started walking out of the room with Della, but paused to stroke the wooden frames. Yeah, this is home. A crazy, haunted, possibly cursed home. But it was hers. And she can always count on her family to come help her if… no, let's be honest, when something goes wrong again. Lucky for Daisy, she has one heck of a family.