The back room of the cabin was surprisingly large. Danny had expected bunk beds and a nightstand crammed into a virtual closet. Instead, there were two twin sized beds, each with their own nightstand on either side of a large window and even enough room for two full-sized dressers. The bathroom had both a hot tub and shower stall with a separate room for the toilet and sinks.

"Wow, this place is actually fancy," Danny said, taking note of the real marble counter and what looked like ivory faucets. "Are we sure this place is haunted?"

"I'm still hoping it's not," Jazz replied. She was much less moody now that she was certain they wouldn't be staying in some decrepit, rat-infested shack.

Cujo was still sniffing around the rooms and didn't seem to have realized that this house didn't have ghost shields to keep him from phasing through the outer walls.

"Well, I'm taking Cujo outside. He hasn't been off leash in ages." Danny said, heading back into the living room.

At the word 'outside' Cujo immediately ran for the door and started barking and pawing at the wood. Danny pulled it open and the green pup threw himself past the porch and proceeded to do sprints around the clearing. He shoved his nose into a few holes and inhaled whatever scent he found inside before he proceeded to sprint excitedly around the clearing again.

Jazz watched from inside while Danny searched for a stick. He discarded a few twigs before finding something decent and chucking it into the woods. Cujo pelted after it and came back with a completely different and much bigger stick. Jazz watched Danny shake his head and motion at the trees. Cujo responded by shaking the stick furiously and then running away when Danny tried to grab it.

Jazz turned from the window and pulled out her phone. A place this nice had to have decent wifi.

"Are you kidding me," Jazz moaned. "This place has a fancy bathroom but no wifi!"

Jazz proceeded to search the rooms. Maybe there was a router but it had just been turned off.

After several minutes she realized that not only was there no router, there was also no phone and no tv.

"There's not even a radio in this place." Jazz complained to the empty air.

She pulled out her phone again and sighed when she saw there still weren't any bars. This place was completely cut off from any and all outside communication.

"Great," Jazz muttered sourly. "At least I brought a book."

…

That night Maddie started a fire in the hearth while Danny and Jack went out to collect extra wood from the pile out back. Cujo had gone with them and even carried a log of his own into the house. On seeing the fire the ghost dog curled up on the rug in front of it and seemed content to nap.

The rest of the family each settled into a comfortable chair.

"Hey, dad," Jazz started, "this place is way nicer than I thought it would be. How did you find it again?"

"There was an article about it in Cryptic Campsites magazine. It even had a pamphlet to rent the place out."

"Isn't that one of the weird magazines you and mom read?"

"One of several," Jack said proudly. "This one's especially great though. Vlad recommended it!"

Danny and Jazz both stiffened in their chairs and exchanged a look.

"Uh, dad," Danny said tentatively, "this cabin wouldn't happen to be owned by Vlad, would it?"

"Of course. Good old Vlad. He was so nice when I asked him about it. He even gave us a discount on renting it for the weekend."

Jazz and Danny exchanged another look.

After several minutes of silence, Jack slapped the arms of his chair and rock forward.

"Welp, time to hunt ghosts. Common Cujo."

Cujo's ear perked up at his name but his head tilted sideways in confusion. His confusion change to excitement when he saw Jack reach for the leash by the door.

Maddie collected the ghost gear while Jack attempted to hold the excited pup still long enough to hook the leash to his collar.

"You kids be good," Maddie said sweetly, as she and Jack headed out the door. "We'll probably be out late so don't wait up."

Danny and Jazz waved them off with stiff smiles as they watched the glow of their family pet fade into the tree line. They stopped once only darkness was left.

Danny glanced up at Jazz. "We'll probably need the spectral scanner."

"Did they leave one behind?" Jazz replied.

"If not I still have my ghost sense."

With a nod, they began searching for anything suspicious or dangerous that may have been hidden within the cabin walls, ceiling or floor.