Danny woke up the next morning with a strange feeling in his stomach.
It was like he was dreading something, but he didn't know what. He shook
his head, trying to rid himself of the nagging feeling, and went
downstairs.
As usual, his sister was reading some psychiatrist reference book and writing notes, his dad was working on a new project, and his mom was making coffee.
"Morning, Danny," Mrs. Fenton said.
"Morning, Mom," he replied, yawning and sitting down at the table.
"Danny, did you talk to the new neighbors yesterday?" Mrs. Fenton asked, pushing a bowl of cereal in front of him. "I heard they had a daughter about your age."
"Uh, yah. I talked to her yesterday when I went over," Danny replied. "She seemed nice enough."
"Are you two talking about the German family next door?" Mr. Fenton asked excitedly. "Aren't they werewolf hunters?"
"Yah," Danny said. "Why?"
"I saw the gear getting unpacked out of their van. It's very impressive."
"Dad, what does ghost-hunting have to do with werewolf hunting?" Jazz asked, putting down her book.
"I remember reading somewhere that werewolves and ghosts have some sort of connection," Mr. Fenton said. "Maybe they have some ideas to help find ghosts!"
"Right..." Jazz said, picking her book back up. "But if you ask me, I think you're stretching it a little too much."
"Oka-ay...I better get ready for school, or I'll be late for the bus," Danny said, backing out of the room. When he ran up to his room to grab his stuff, he caught a glance of Cassie out of the window, waiting for the bus.
Just then, a blue...no, GREY...whiff of smoke came out of his mouth.
"What the...?" Danny mumbled out loud. He shook his head. What was happening to him never happened to him before. "What the heck's going on?" He grabbed his school bag and ran out the door.
"Bye Mom! Bye Dad!" he said quickly as he opened the door.
"Have a nice day, son," Mr. Fenton called after him.
(((((((-)))))))
As she waited for the bus, Cassie picked up a familiar scent. She turned around. It was Danny Fenton. She suddenly got the same uncomfortable feeling that she had yesterday.
"Hi," Danny said, almost cautiously. Cassie just nodded.
Just then, the bus pulled up and they walked on. Danny walked up the aisle where an African American boy with glasses and a gothic-looking girl sat. Cassie followed.
"Hey, Danny," said the boy. "Who's your friend?"
"Oh, this is Cassie. Her family just moved here from Germany," Danny explained.
"Hey Cassie. I'm Tucker," he replied.
"And I'm Samantha. Call me Sam, though. Everybody does," the girl said.
"Hi," Cassie said a little shyly. She sat down in the seat beside them. Tucker cocked his head at her.
"What?" she asked raising an eyebrow. "Do I have egg on my mouth or something?" Cassie wiped her cheeks.
"Er...no. I'm just..." he stuttered. He looked at her closely. "I've never seen eyes like yours. They're..."
"Wolf-like?" she finished. "Yah, I know. My mom and dad have no idea how I got them. The bad thing is, they sometimes think that I might be possessed by a werewolf or something." She laughed. She looked at Sam and Tucker, who looked confused.
"My mom and dad are werewolf-hunters," Cassie explained.
"My dad thinks my sister is possessed by a ghost," Danny said, also laughing. "I mean, how crazy is that?"
Tucker and Sam laughed, but gave each other a quick glance. Cassie noticed this, but didn't say anything about it.
"So...what are your classes, Cassie?" Tucker asked. She took out her schedule and gave it to him.
"Hey, you got almost every class as Danny! Except for choir," he said. For some reason, Cassie's stomach fell.
'Oh great. I'm going to be paranoid for the whole day,' she thought. 'Something about him sets me off. In a bad way.' Then she remembers she brought her folklore book to check up on ghost-hunters. She got it out of her bag and opened it to the index.
"Ghost-hunting...ghost-hunting...where is ghost-hunting?" she muttered under her breath as her fingers ran down the page. Her finger stopped at the title 'ghost hunting...how to, pg. 159'. She flipped to the page. A picture of a ghost with red eyes stared back at her from the page. She skimmed the page, not exactly sure what she was looking for.
Suddenly, the word 'werewolf' popped out at her. She read the paragraph.
"Ghost's enemies would be any animal in the canine family," it said. "But more importantly, the werewolf. Werewolves can actually see and even physically touch a ghost, unlike animals like dogs and wolves, who can only feel a ghost's presence. No one is really sure why this is, but some people think that it is because some ghosts become a werewolf if one scratches or bites them, much like the affect of a werewolf bite on a human. Ghosts and werewolves alike can sense each other's presence, and therefore instincts take over, which usually means either the ghost gets turned into a werewolf, or the werewolf dies and lives for eternity in Hell." Cassie shivers with fear, then realizes...
'Could Danny be a ghost?'
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have no idea if this is true, but go along with me, people, okay?
As usual, his sister was reading some psychiatrist reference book and writing notes, his dad was working on a new project, and his mom was making coffee.
"Morning, Danny," Mrs. Fenton said.
"Morning, Mom," he replied, yawning and sitting down at the table.
"Danny, did you talk to the new neighbors yesterday?" Mrs. Fenton asked, pushing a bowl of cereal in front of him. "I heard they had a daughter about your age."
"Uh, yah. I talked to her yesterday when I went over," Danny replied. "She seemed nice enough."
"Are you two talking about the German family next door?" Mr. Fenton asked excitedly. "Aren't they werewolf hunters?"
"Yah," Danny said. "Why?"
"I saw the gear getting unpacked out of their van. It's very impressive."
"Dad, what does ghost-hunting have to do with werewolf hunting?" Jazz asked, putting down her book.
"I remember reading somewhere that werewolves and ghosts have some sort of connection," Mr. Fenton said. "Maybe they have some ideas to help find ghosts!"
"Right..." Jazz said, picking her book back up. "But if you ask me, I think you're stretching it a little too much."
"Oka-ay...I better get ready for school, or I'll be late for the bus," Danny said, backing out of the room. When he ran up to his room to grab his stuff, he caught a glance of Cassie out of the window, waiting for the bus.
Just then, a blue...no, GREY...whiff of smoke came out of his mouth.
"What the...?" Danny mumbled out loud. He shook his head. What was happening to him never happened to him before. "What the heck's going on?" He grabbed his school bag and ran out the door.
"Bye Mom! Bye Dad!" he said quickly as he opened the door.
"Have a nice day, son," Mr. Fenton called after him.
(((((((-)))))))
As she waited for the bus, Cassie picked up a familiar scent. She turned around. It was Danny Fenton. She suddenly got the same uncomfortable feeling that she had yesterday.
"Hi," Danny said, almost cautiously. Cassie just nodded.
Just then, the bus pulled up and they walked on. Danny walked up the aisle where an African American boy with glasses and a gothic-looking girl sat. Cassie followed.
"Hey, Danny," said the boy. "Who's your friend?"
"Oh, this is Cassie. Her family just moved here from Germany," Danny explained.
"Hey Cassie. I'm Tucker," he replied.
"And I'm Samantha. Call me Sam, though. Everybody does," the girl said.
"Hi," Cassie said a little shyly. She sat down in the seat beside them. Tucker cocked his head at her.
"What?" she asked raising an eyebrow. "Do I have egg on my mouth or something?" Cassie wiped her cheeks.
"Er...no. I'm just..." he stuttered. He looked at her closely. "I've never seen eyes like yours. They're..."
"Wolf-like?" she finished. "Yah, I know. My mom and dad have no idea how I got them. The bad thing is, they sometimes think that I might be possessed by a werewolf or something." She laughed. She looked at Sam and Tucker, who looked confused.
"My mom and dad are werewolf-hunters," Cassie explained.
"My dad thinks my sister is possessed by a ghost," Danny said, also laughing. "I mean, how crazy is that?"
Tucker and Sam laughed, but gave each other a quick glance. Cassie noticed this, but didn't say anything about it.
"So...what are your classes, Cassie?" Tucker asked. She took out her schedule and gave it to him.
"Hey, you got almost every class as Danny! Except for choir," he said. For some reason, Cassie's stomach fell.
'Oh great. I'm going to be paranoid for the whole day,' she thought. 'Something about him sets me off. In a bad way.' Then she remembers she brought her folklore book to check up on ghost-hunters. She got it out of her bag and opened it to the index.
"Ghost-hunting...ghost-hunting...where is ghost-hunting?" she muttered under her breath as her fingers ran down the page. Her finger stopped at the title 'ghost hunting...how to, pg. 159'. She flipped to the page. A picture of a ghost with red eyes stared back at her from the page. She skimmed the page, not exactly sure what she was looking for.
Suddenly, the word 'werewolf' popped out at her. She read the paragraph.
"Ghost's enemies would be any animal in the canine family," it said. "But more importantly, the werewolf. Werewolves can actually see and even physically touch a ghost, unlike animals like dogs and wolves, who can only feel a ghost's presence. No one is really sure why this is, but some people think that it is because some ghosts become a werewolf if one scratches or bites them, much like the affect of a werewolf bite on a human. Ghosts and werewolves alike can sense each other's presence, and therefore instincts take over, which usually means either the ghost gets turned into a werewolf, or the werewolf dies and lives for eternity in Hell." Cassie shivers with fear, then realizes...
'Could Danny be a ghost?'
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have no idea if this is true, but go along with me, people, okay?