That night, Danny's dream was a confusing one. Over and over again, he
heard the box ghost shouting, "It's what ghosts do.... It's what ghosts do....
It's what ghosts do!!!!" Danny was spinning in a whirl of color, seeing the
faces of all of the ghosts he'd ever beaten, when suddenly...
He was walking down the road when he saw a ghost. A big, scary one, unlike anything he'd faced before. Of one, it had no body, and was made entirely of a pure white mist, and had a bright red scarf about its neck. There was something delicate about it, but at the same time, Danny could tell it was more evil than anything he'd ever faced. He started chasing after it, but it blew him away like a dry leaf. It was too powerful.
But it was only when he crashed into the ground that Danny realized something was amiss. "Ow...that hurt." He muttered. "Wait. That...hurt? I'm not dreaming? Oh no." Danny knew he had to beat thins ghost, and soon, so he could find his way home. He flew towards the ghost, faster than he'd ever flown before, thinking to slam it to the ground. Instead, the moment Danny touched it, it enveloped him, and when he breathed in, it forced itself into Danny lungs, taking control of him, causing him to twitch and scream uncontrollably.
Danny felt like he was on fire. Pain worse than anything he'd ever experienced was forcing its way though his body. He screamed, and fought to gain control. He reached out, and grabbed the scarf around the ghost's neck, and then, as it totally gained control of him, he screamed again, louder than any human could. It was ghostly, really, a horrible moaning of pain and terror no human could ever have felt. Then everything went black.
"Daniel Fenton, get out of bed this instant. You are going to be late for school, and I'm not calling again!" Maddie Fenton yelled up the stairs.
"Wha-huh?" Danny awoke with a start. He suddenly remembered what had happened. "Oh, it was just a dream, only a dream. Whew." As he jumped out of bed, he didn't notice the scrap of red cloth that hovered, if only for a moment, before falling to his bedroom floor.
He was walking down the road when he saw a ghost. A big, scary one, unlike anything he'd faced before. Of one, it had no body, and was made entirely of a pure white mist, and had a bright red scarf about its neck. There was something delicate about it, but at the same time, Danny could tell it was more evil than anything he'd ever faced. He started chasing after it, but it blew him away like a dry leaf. It was too powerful.
But it was only when he crashed into the ground that Danny realized something was amiss. "Ow...that hurt." He muttered. "Wait. That...hurt? I'm not dreaming? Oh no." Danny knew he had to beat thins ghost, and soon, so he could find his way home. He flew towards the ghost, faster than he'd ever flown before, thinking to slam it to the ground. Instead, the moment Danny touched it, it enveloped him, and when he breathed in, it forced itself into Danny lungs, taking control of him, causing him to twitch and scream uncontrollably.
Danny felt like he was on fire. Pain worse than anything he'd ever experienced was forcing its way though his body. He screamed, and fought to gain control. He reached out, and grabbed the scarf around the ghost's neck, and then, as it totally gained control of him, he screamed again, louder than any human could. It was ghostly, really, a horrible moaning of pain and terror no human could ever have felt. Then everything went black.
"Daniel Fenton, get out of bed this instant. You are going to be late for school, and I'm not calling again!" Maddie Fenton yelled up the stairs.
"Wha-huh?" Danny awoke with a start. He suddenly remembered what had happened. "Oh, it was just a dream, only a dream. Whew." As he jumped out of bed, he didn't notice the scrap of red cloth that hovered, if only for a moment, before falling to his bedroom floor.