Disclaimer: The following chapter is entirely fictitious. Any similarity to the history of any person living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional. Except when noted otherwise in the cast and crew credits, all celebrities voices are impersonated and no celebrities have endorsed any aspect of this fic
Author's Note: There is none, because no one cares.
Chapter 19: House of Horrors.
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Danny had been in a daze since earlier that day. It was ten o'clock and the rain hadn't rested at all that day. If anything, it seemed that it wasn't raining, but a faucet in the sky somewhere had been left running. Danny told himself that if the weather calmed down tomorrow, he would go to Ri's house like Toyo instructed. The encounter left him wondering things. Ri said he was dead, and now he's alive. They told Toyo that Hebi was dead, and he gave a look, saying he wasn't. Now that left them with Ri's mother, who Danny never found out the name of. Was she still alive? It made him wonder. But Danny didn't let that cloud his mind.
The next morning, his room was unusually colder than it usually was. Danny groggily walked out of bed and looked out the window to see the streets and sidewalks covered in an ocean of snow.
Danny got ready for the day and walked downstairs. That morning was another lazy Sunday. Danny spent most of the day moping in his room instead of outside, like most of the other kids his age playing in the snow. Danny suddenly remembered that Ri wanted him to get something from her house. He grabbed his jacket, made up an alibi for his parents and left to the forest.
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The house looked like a setting of any old horror movie. Right in the center of the forest, the house was surrounded with an old Victoria, rough Iron Gate that stood within fifty feet or more away from the house. Vines were eating away at the gate, leaving nothing but ivy. The ivy slowly made their way to the gate entrance, which was the oddest thing Danny had ever seen. Along with the typical bars standing vertically and held together by two horizontally laid bars, but there was a symbol that looked like AA. He had no idea what that meant. The wind blew a chill throughout him, and gently opened the gate a bit. He left himself in.
He was walking in an ocean of leaves and snow. The sidewalk and grass was barely visible. Danny stopped and looked around. He was imprisoned in the gate, like a hamster, peering out to the world. The trees swallowed any view beyond its borders, only allowing the people look at it and nothing else, leaving him in an abyss. He continued walking.
As Danny walked on, the winds were whispering to him. Their words were jumbled as each of them attempted to speak to him at once. The trees rustled in the wind, the leaved crunched under his snow damped convers, and the dirt and dust dancing together in harmony to the singing of the wind.
Danny stopped about ten feet away from the house and looked out to it. If you scanned over the forest, you would miss the house. It was a soft brownish earth-toned, one-storied house. It was very brittle, like a dirt clod. The paint on the wooden box was chipping, fighting its way from the dreaded death hole. The windows were now decoupage, and the birds had taken over the attic. Looking into the window was looking in a well. Danny felt something would pop out any minute. The shutters gad been taken down and placed on the plain, dusky porch. The house's roof was shedding worse than a snake. The roof was A shaped, with a coat of arms. It had the same symbol as the gate. The house looked tawdry with the window, even though it was very plain.
A rock sat on the porch. But it was no ordinary rock. It was a peculiar rock. That looked out of place. Something urged him to pick it up, so he crouched down and lifted it up. It was abnormally light. No wonder, Danny thought. It was a hollow, plaster rock that had been concealing a silver Slage key. He picked it up and placed it into toe gold key hole. I hope this works,he pleaded silently. Danny dramatically turned the key 360º and placed his hand on the gold handle made of ice. He inhaled deeply and opened the door.
The inside of the house was no better. The house was darker than black. Danny groped for a light switch, finding one somewhere on the left. When he turned the light on, he wished that he hadn't. The inside of the house was just as bad as the outside. What looked like knife marks penetrated the wall under the light switch. A splatter, of what Danny prayed was paint, was over the wall. Danny tore his eyes from the wall, and looked around. The house was peculiarly warm and plain. White walls and oak floor paneling. Other than the 'paint', the house was pretty plain. It was any common setting for a horror film. Cobwebs festooned the corners. A rustling came from behind him. He swerved around to barely see a mouse scurry into a hole. He sighed a breath of relief and made his way into the living room.
The living room had the same interior of the hall. The air was stale and dusty. Danny coughed and looked at the tattered beige armchair. It looked like it had been sheared with a pair of scissors, or something else. There was nothing else other than the couch, a small mantle, and a lamp from the ceiling. Danny walked into the kitchen that looked like the rest of the white house, to be greeted by growling.
Danny looked around to see nothing, so he continued walking. But before he could get his foot to even take another step, the growling emitted again. Danny looked down to see a scrawny miniature chocolate dachshund. The dog was little, but it made itself look tough.
"Ha, what a tough little dog" Danny teased. He reached out to pet it, but the dog backed away from him, attempting to nip at him.
"Hey, watch it" Danny said, jerking his hand away from the dog. It continued barking at him, but every time Danny tried to touch it, it would back up.
"Fine" Danny stated. "I don't want to talk to you anyways." Danny stood up and started walking to another door. The dog whimpered and trotted behind him.
"What?" Danny almost shouted. The dog cringed back. Danny sighed. "What do you want?"
Like you'll get an answer Danny thought. But the dog made a run to an empty bag of NeuroMax. Danny sighed again. "You're hungry aren't you?" Not expecting an answer, the dog barked at him again. "Well, I don't have anything for you, so sorry." The dog whimpered again. Danny groaned. He fished into his pocket and retrieved a container of Lemon Altoids. Can dogs eat these? But the dog had already run up to him, keeping his distance. Danny finally opened it and tossed one at it. The dog attacked it, which gave Danny a chance to grab at the collar for a name. Hoshi.
Well, Danny thought. What a very peculiar name. The dog called Hoshi realized that Danny had a hold of him and tried to pull away. Danny let go of him. "Fine, but I'm gonna look around." Danny walked through the door he saw earlier, into another small, seven foot long hall. Another door was on the other end. Danny made his way to the door and turned the cold iron doorknob. The room he had entered was dark and he fumbled for a light switch. A small bulb that swung from the spinning sealing fan flickered on and continued to do so. The walls were a dark forest green with the wood floor. A small queen size bed sat in the middle, neatly made with the green sheets. A closet was on the other side. But Danny was more drawn to the other door that sat on the side. Danny tried to open it, but the door was locked. Danny fazed his hand through the door to unlock it, to be startled by Hoshi, who was barking his head off. Danny quickly unlocked the door and walked inside.
The room was dark. Danny went looking for another light switch. When Danny finally found one and turned it on, he thought he had walked into his own nightmare.
Pictures of him in not only human form, but ghost form festooned the walls. Walls with video documentaries covered one wall while a large screened, plasma television was on the other. A computer was at the far end of the small room. The computer had shut itself down, but it was still on. Danny swiftly moved the mouse. The computer restored itself, to reveal what had crashed his entire life:
Halfa discrimination
By Hebi Ama
A demon hybrid walks among the halls of Casper High. The ever famous 'Danny Phantom' is local Sophomore Danny Fenton. A while back, around a year and a half ago, a freak lab accident caused this teen to undergo a DNA change. The 'ghost' energy charged his DNA and nearly killing him. He is still half dead, thus letting him be a ghost. In human form, life is in control, but when transformed into the famous Danny Phantom, death overcomes. He has obtained ghost-like powers and uses them to destroy other ghost. Others who know are Samantha Madson and Tucker Foley, two of his best friends. They help him in catching the ghosts that remain around Amity, Pennsylvania.
Local ghost hunters, Jack and Maddie Fenton are the cause of this. A portal which they refer to as the 'Ghost Zone', an entrance into what the Greeks believedto be Hades,had mechanical failure, so they left it, unattended. Danny, spotting their error, went to fix it. But unfortunately, caused him to experience a near death. But that also turned the machine on, allowing ghost to run amuck in Amity.
Danny Fenton's very peculiar way of capturing these ghosts involves a container which he refers to as the 'Fenton Thermos'. This is a cylindrical container that draws in these apparitions.
So the next time you see Danny Fenton or his alter ego, be very cautious. Ghost can be very deadly when they're angry.
Danny was petrified. He ran out of the room, Hoshi trotting behind him. Danny locked the door and ran out to the hall. Danny was about to leave, but before he could leave Hoshi started scratching at the wall on his left.
"What are you doing?" Danny asked. But he didn't listen. Hoshi kept scratching at the wall and barking at it. Danny inched closer to see a break in the wall. It formed the outline of a door. Danny tried to open it, but his attempts became fruitless. Hoshi found a way in. A string was attached to the bottom of the door. The dog tugged at it and opened the door. A small staircase made up of five steps lead Danny into a small room. A small bed that as neatly as it might have been made, it was still creepy, sat in the far corner of the small, dirt made room. A small dresser was in the other corner at the foot of the bed.
Was this Ri's room? Danny asked himself. Hoshi made himself at home and curled up on the bed, making him look like a pile of brown felt. Danny was about to leave, but a box looking thing caught his eye through the stairs. Danny stepped down and looked under the staircase to see another computer, shut off, but still on. Danny was afraid to touch it. Hoshi jumped up and onto the seat. He nudged at the mouse with his nose and the screen quickly restored. Microsoft Word had appeared at the screen, revealing something that Ri had typed up. It looked like some kind of journal.
Don't look at it, that's personal! Danny was about to leave again but Hoshi growled at him.
"What?" Danny turned to see the dog fishing under the computer to retrieve a box of 3½ floppy disks.
"What, do you want me to save this?" Danny asked. Jeeze, I've sunk so low, I'm talking to a dog. But the dog stared intently at him, which Danny assumed was a yes. Danny muttered to himself, shoving the disk into the drive. When he finished, he spotted a rack of CDs. Danny seized the stand, to view the CDs she had.
Linkin Park, Evanescence, System of the Down, Vanessa Carlton, Barlow Girls, Disturbed, Switchfoot, V-6, Boa, Every Little Thing, and Dream. Danny heard of half of these bands. He was aware of Linkin Park, one of his favorite bands, Disturbed, another favorite, and Vanessa Carlton, he didn't like her, but Jazz did. But the rest, he was clueless. He remembered that Sam liked Evanescence, but he didn't know the rest. Danny was about to put them back when he heard voices coming from upstairs.
"So, what are we going to do Brian?" a woman's voice said. Hoshi started to bark, but Danny shut his mouth.
"What was that?" the guy called Brian asked.
"Dunno. But this house gives me the creeps" the girl replied.
"That's 'cause you're a sissy, Calleigh."
"I am not a sissy. You get more scared than I do. You have to admit it. It looks like we just walked into Vlad's house."
Danny's blood froze.
"Who?" the guy asked.
"Vlad. He was the original Dracula. Hailing from Walachia, today a region in Romania, Vlad III was known as "Vlad Tepes" or "Vlad the Impaler." He was known for his brutal means of torture, specifically the act of impaling victims with long, dull wooden stakes inserted fully through the body, from one end to the other. The name "Dracula" is derived from a family name and means "Son of the Dragon," the dragon being Vlad II."
Danny sighed a sigh or relief.
"Never heard of him. Well, there's nothing much in this house to take. Boss" the man was talking on a walkie-talkie. "What should we do?"
"Just get out. If the house is as bad as you say it is, we'll just tear it down –bleep-"
Danny had to get out of there. He transformed into his ghost form. The dog started barking like mad, but Danny grabbed his muzzle, picked Hoshi up, and flew out of the house.
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Danny was now near the foot of the forest, when he remembered that he had a dog and a floppy disk in one hand and a CD rack in the other.
Why did I take this? Danny asked himself. He shrugged and flew the rest of the way home.
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Two of those CDs will have a part in the next chapter. But one will have affect in this story and a crossover I'm planning in the near future. And the Vlad story id true. He was the original Dracula. Signing Off!!