"Well… which hall should we take first?" Sam asked, puzzled, as we all looked around at the five hallways surrounding us. I looked down them, all of them looking exactly the same, they must all be patient rooms, nothing new about any of them, except some had extra damage done to them, or whatever.

"That one?" I asked, pointing to a random hall, not really caring where we went, it was a best guess any way around anyhow.

"Yea, fine by me," Jazz smiled, and she led us down the hall, Sam and I trailing a ways back. I looked in the rooms as we passed by them, all of them old people, in which, kinda freaked me out. I wasn't to fond of old people, especially not when they fit the creepy old hospital, that was probably the same age as them. I hadn't seen one kid the whole time we were here, which didn't make me feel any better about being here, of course, they could have a separate floor for the kids, but they were going to stick me with the old people.

"Where would they have gone?" Sam asked, after we had finished off the hallway, and started down a new one. She was trying to make sure we found them as quickly as possible, but I wouldn't have had a clue where they went either.

"Who knows, but I'm sure whatever they're doing, it has something to do with ghosts," I joked, but no one was in the mood for jokes right now, so I didn't really laugh at all. Everyone was tense and ready to leave the place, it wasn't fun anymore, everything had turned serious.

"Ok guys, we either go up the stairs, or down stairs," Jazz said, turning to us, expecting us to pick everywhere we went. Sam refused to pick anything, probably afraid she would pick the wrong direction, and something would go wrong.

"Down," I said, since maybe if we headed for the bottom floor, they could be out in the car or something, you could never tell with them. They weren't exactly people you would be able to guess where they were going, they usually went somewhere someone else wouldn't go, or do something someone else wouldn't do. Which left me to thinking, maybe they decided to go outside, and leave their kids worrying about them.

We walked down the stairs, the stairs creaking under our feet. The wood on them looked rotted out, and had holes in it, which wasn't safe at all. None of us seemed to care though, the most we did about it was be careful as to where we placed our feet.

I was happy once we reached the bottom of the steps, until I saw all the people on this floor. All of them old, hovering around and talking to each other. How many people needed to be in one hospital at a time? There had to have been at least a hundred people walking around, talking and having a good time. But… it looked like it wasn't a place for us to be at all, because once people saw us, they all stared, and I got a bad feeling about being here.

"Let's go back up the stairs…" I said slowly, and turned around to go back up them, but then someone called out my name.

"Danny!"

I looked around, and saw my parents, talking to all the old people. Well… at least that problem was solved, that wasn't hard at all.

"MOM! DAD! GET OVER HERE!" Jazz yelled at them angrily, and they shoved there way through the people, to return to us.

"What are you doing wandering around?" mom asked me, and I just looked at Sam and Jazz, and shrugged. It would have seemed stupid if I acted as though I cared about what happened to them, so I decided to keep quiet about it.

"Looking for you guys," Jazz answered anyway, and I just shook my head, at least she didn't care that she was being stupid about it.

"Why? What do you think would happen to us?" Mom asked her, and Jazz just shrugged.

"You kids got here to late…. You missed the ghost!" Jack yelled excitedly.

"What ghost?" I asked him curiously. He might be able to answer some questions about this place for me.

"He was wearing a cape, with spiked up black hair, and he kinda looked familiar…" He said, scratching his head, as though trying to remember what it reminded him of. I could answer that though… Vlad. He didn't have the best description, but I knew right away who it was, this was all a set up made by Vlad.

"Oh, sounds cool," I said quickly, and took ahold of Sam's hand, and began to walk back up the stairs. She came along without questioning, because she too knew what was going on.

Once we reached the top, I made us turn a corner, and we stopped there in another hallway, where there wasn't any people at all.

"Ok, now we have a problem," I said, then continued, "How are we going to get out of here? There is no way I am going to get my parents to let me go, they think this place is actually going to help! For all I know, Vlad could be finding a way to kill me!"

"Don't say that," Sam said to me half angrily, but in yet a little worriedly.

"Well, you can never tell. SOOO… the next best thing for me to do, is go ghost, and tell my parents I'm going to kill Danny Fenton, maybe then they will just let us go?"

"You can try," she said, but she didn't sound to full to the idea. I could see why, they might attack me or something, but I could at least try it out, see what happens.

Two rings went around my body, transforming me from Fenton, to Phantom, and I waved to Sam, and went through the stairs to the floor below. Jazz of course knew about my ghost powers, but she knew there was something wrong with this place to, so I'm sure she would let my trick slide.

I became visible in front of my parents, and they looked at me for a second, before yelling, "GHOST!" And they both pulled out all their artillery, which was odd to be carrying around a normal hospital… but this one was haunted, so it was normal for the junk they had.

"Hold on, I have to tell you something," I said loudly, and trying to make myself sound as serious about it as possible. I glanced over at Jazz, who was watching my every move, and my parents, making sure they weren't going to attack me. She also looked as though she thought I was nuts from coming out in front of them like that, which even I thought I was a little nuts for doing that… but it was my only chance to get out of this place.

"Your son, Danny Fenton, will be killed, by ghosts, tonight," I said seriously, and tried to make myself sound evil, and they loaded up their guns, but by the time they shot, I was already through the floor, and out of their way.

When I got back to Sam, I transformed back, and my parents turned around the corner while a ring was still around me, my stomach still had some of my ghost in it. I looked at them innocently, but the both stopped dead in their tracks.

"You all right?" Mom asked me, looking at me, blinking twice to see if maybe she had seen things. Right now, you could probably guess how nervous I was, I could even begin to feel myself quiver under the pressure.

"Yea… why?"

"I must have been seeing things," she said, placing her hand over her face, and shaking her head, thinking she was being dumb thinking I was the ghost. I was still quivering, because my dad continued to stare at me, so looked around me, and saw nothing was there, I couldn't understand what his problem was.

"Danny…. Your eyes," my mom said, and I looked away from her, what was it? I looked over at Sam, and she thought up the quickest thing to do.

"Oh my gosh, he doesn't look to good, I had better rush him somewhere fast," Sam said, grabbing my hand, both of us running as fast as we could down the halls. My parents watched us go down the hall, but they didn't follow.

"Sam, what's wrong?" I asked her, my eyes must have stayed green or something, which wasn't a good thing.

"Your eyes are still green Danny, change them back," she told me, and I tried, but nothing was happening, I didn't know how to. If they weren't changing back in the first place, then I didn't know how to fix it.

"I can't, they won't change back," I said, and she looked around, trying to find someone to ask them what was wrong. All the people here knew who I was, and most likely knew what was going on, so it was our best chance. Sam didn't have to go far though, because someone came up anyway.

"Daniel, it seems as though your sickness is getting worse," Vlad smiled evilly, as he came through the ceiling, staring at me.

"What do you mean? What's going on?" I asked him frantically, I wanted to know what was going on so bad, so that I could fix it if possible, but I didn't know if that was going to be easy, he probably knew how to fix it, but there was no way he was going to help me, this was a joke for him.

"You eyes are staying green, which means it's working. You will slowly be turning into your ghost self. That way, you will be exposed, and you won't ever be Danny Fenton again, you can just be a lonely ghost, or try and make some new friends, like me for instance," he said proudly, as though he had discovered the best thing in the world.

"How do I fix it?"

"Oh, you think I'm going to tell you? Your wrong about that one Daniel, it isn't going to happen. Oh, and what about your friend here, would she like to have the sickness to?"

"She can't have it, she isn't a halfa!"
"That doesn't mean she can't turn into a ghost," he laughed, but then left the room, leaving us both with questions running through our heads.

"I can't really get that, can I?" Sam asked me, and all I could to was shrug, nothing was making sense right now, but I would hopefully be able to find things out, and get us all out as our normal selves…

Short? I know. I've been so busy, this summer has been packed with me having to do junk, so this was the best I could do. I'm leaving again till my school starts back up, which will be the 22nd, so I might update again then, but I will make sure the next chapter is at least a couple of pages longer :P See ya later!