The Fenton RV resembled a tank, or some armored vehicle riot cops might use in high threat situations. Considering it was sometimes called the Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle this was probably an accurate description. Today the entire Fenton Family, dog included, were heading for the mountains.

"Remind me again," Jazz groaned, "why we're taking this trip?"

"Camping, sweetie," Maddie replied cheerfully. "We're going to do some good old fashioned family bonding."

"Then why did we bring all the ghost hunting equipment?" Jazz accused as she pointed to the abnormally large piles of weapons, traps, and other ghost related tools.

"That's because we're also going to be ghost hunting!" Jack proclaimed excitedly. "We even rented a cabin that's supposed to be haunted."

Jazz looked horrified. "What! Why would you do that?"

"Well," Maddie began, "we know you kids like having time to do your own thing, so we thought it'd be a good idea if during the times we're not bonding as a family your dad and I would also have something fun to do."

"And you chose ghost hunting?"

"Of course," said Jack enthusiastically. "What could be more fun than chasing after and capturing ghosts? Besides, we thought this would be a good chance to see how well Cujo's training has paid off. Since we'll be far, far...far away from anyone else there'll be less damage if something goes wrong."

"Danny!" Jazz exclaimed, turning to her brother, "say something."

Danny was busy keeping an eye on Cujo who had stuck his head through the side of the Fenton RV. From his wagging tail, he seemed to be enjoying the feel of the wind in his face on the other side.

"Sorry, what? I was a bit distracted."

Jazz groaned.

"Now, now," Jack said gently. "This was all Danny's idea."

"What!"

Danny was now wishing he had paid attention to the conversation, that way he'd know why Jazz was suddenly so fuming at him.

"Why?" Jazz demanded. "Why would you think combining camping and ghost hunting would be a good idea?"

"Now hold on," Danny said defensively. "All I said was the first time mom and dad take Cujo out to track ghosts they should do it in a controlled environment. Preferable away from the city."

"And," Jack added, "we just so happened to read this article about a haunted cabin in the mountains. Naturally, the only logical conclusion was to turn this into a family trip."

"I think it's good we're going as a family," Maddie chimed in. "It's been too long since we did something together."

"Common, Jazz," Danny said reassuringly as he pulled Cujo back inside the RV. "It'll be fun."

Jazz moaned and hunched over in her seat. This was far from her idea of fun.

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The cabin was surprisingly nice. The furniture was all new and it even had running water and electricity.

"Are you sure this place is haunted?" Jazz asked as she admired the workmanship of the fireplace.

"It better be," Jack growled. "I paid good money for a haunted cabin."

"Why don't you kids go unpack. You'll be sharing the room at the end of the hall." Maddie pointed past the kitchen to the door at the end of a short hallway. "Our room will be upstairs if you need us."

Jazz dragged her bag to the backroom while Danny let Cujo off his leash. The pup immediately started running around the room and sniffing everything. He seemed especially interested in the fireplace and started digging at the stone.

"Great," Danny mumbled. "this place probably has mice."

"Is it a good idea to let him off the leash," Jazz asked as she returned from the back room. "We haven't set up any ghost barriers to make sure he doesn't run off."

"Nah, it's fine," Danny said waving the worry away. "We're too far from anywhere else for Cujo to cause harm and the only reason people keep their pets locked up in places like this is so the pet doesn't get eaten by a wild animal. Luckily Cujo's bigger...well he can be bigger than anything out there."

"Fair enough, but if this comes back to bite you I will be saying I told you so."

Danny shrugged. Cujo had been cooped up for so long it would be good for the pup to stretch his legs. Besides, the chances of something actually going wrong were pretty slim. "I think we'll be fine."