Discliamer : I do not own anyone in this story.. even though I wish I owned Stretch! But Idon't... pff.. just know that.

Ok so I know you are all wondering what the 'ell is going on.. .well I forgot to vaildate my old e-mial and it got lost... so I created a new one... I have all this story done andI am just going back and editing it.. .so enjoy!

The next morning Casper still felt like he was going to throw up. He always felt this way after he had the dream. It was like the horrible sticky feeling right after you break a high fever. Every time he had the dream, the next day felt as though he was trying to swim through wet cotton balls. And today was no different.

As the sun streamed through the sheer curtains, Casper lazily opened his eyes and rolled over. Kat must have already went down stairs, because the small bed beneath him had already been made.

"Why do I even bother anymore, ghost don't really need sleep." Casper mumbled to no one in particular, as he ran his hand over his face muffling the sigh of frustration.

Casper flopped down onto the bed. He could stay there all day. His bed had always made him relax. Just the way it was positioned next to the double doors that overlooked the ocean and how you could just sink into the feathery down. It was pure heaven. But he didn't ever get to just lay on his bed and relax anymore. He had the mansion to take care of, his uncles to feed and plus Kat sort of just took over his old room anyway, not that he minded, what teenage boy would?

Noises from down stairs snapped Casper out of his day dreaming.

" Everyone is probably already up, time to start another fun filled day," he said, sarcasm filling his voice, which had gotten deeper and more accented over time.

With a sigh Casper floated through the floor and into the kitchen below.

" Where da heck ya been, Shortsheet? We're wastin away 'ere!" said a whiney nasally voice.

" Sorry uncle Stinkie, I over slept. I... didn't get much sleep last night and I— " Casper was interrupted by his uncle Fatso's large meaty hand slapping him on the back.

" Well, you're up now. So feed me, I am wasting away, I look like Mary Kate Olsen." Fatso laughed at his own joke spewing what food he did have in his mouth all over the place.

" If you're Mary Kate then I am the king of jolly o' England." piped up the third and final installment of the notorious Ghostly Trio.

" Nah, Stretch you couldn't be the king, you don't gots the ears for it." Stinkie said, as he slide a piece of rotten egg into his mouth, having it pass directly through him and land on the hard wood floor below.

" Yea but he sure makes up for that in the nose department!" cracked Fatso.

" You twos better such the 'ell up, before I shut ya up myself!" growled Stretch in return.

The other two just kept laughing, enraging their older brother all the more. After a few more cracks at his well puportioned nose, he finally could take it no longer so while shooting daggers at his brother Stretch floated out of the room, not even taking notice to his nephew.

" Aw man, Stretch ain't fun no more since the Doc has been giving him anger management." Stinkie said with a sigh.

" Nope...so anyway Bulbhead you gonna make me breakfast, or what?" Fasto said

" Um, sure. I do every day don't I?" Casper replied.

He numbly went over to the refrigerator, and began to get out what he needed to fix breakfast. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. The eggs seemed to cook slower and the pancakes just wouldn't flip. Even his uncles seemed to be in slow motion. Their conversation just a jumble of words to him.

Finally, after getting Fatso and Stinkie's food on the table, Casper slumped into a chair, laying his head onto the smooth wood.

" Why the long face, Casper? Where is the "friendly ghost " act that you have perfected?"Fatso leaned in and studied his nephew.

" Um...I just don't feel like being too firnedly today... maybe its the weather." Casper said yawning.

"Or maybe you are just snapping out of it and learning ghost ain't suppose to be friendly!" Stinkie said through his sardines. " Wait til I tell Stretch! "

" Ha! Next thing you know, he will drop the fleshy girl and go partying with us. Stinkie, our little boy is growing up! " Fatso boomed, putting his arm around his nephew.

Casper just looked up at his stout uncle and sighed, they will never understand, he thought to himself, and they should of all people, they were there that day.

"No Fatso, I think there maybe something actually wrong with a little nephew.Maybe we should get Stretch." Stinkie said, a look of worry actually crossing his face.

" No! I am fine," Casper said in a hurry, " Really, I'm fine,I just didn't get alot of sleep last night. "

Before his uncles could ask why, Kat came bursting into the kitchen, with Stretch trailing right behind her, wearing her dicarded mittens and scarf wrapped tightly around his nose and mouth, Kat have putting them there to shut up his ranting.

" Casper, you're finally up! Guess what, it snowed. Its so beautiful!" Kat exclaimed, all her words rushing together to form oneexcited gush, "Oh maybe they will cancel school and we can go and ice skating and sledding and... Casper? What's wrong? "

The room suddenly went silent. Stinkie and Fatso's forks froze in mid air and Stretch turned a knowing look towards his nephew.

Casper had gone paler than usual and looked as if he were about to faint. Oh no... not this... not now, he thought.

" Casper, are you ok? What's wrong? Did I say something?" Kat turned a pleading look on the trio's horror filled faces, " Someone answer me! Casper?"

" Um... no, no it's ok... I-I... thought I left the.. . oven on and I um... never mind. Just forget it" Casper turned slowly, not looking at his uncles, knowing they were looking at him with the same numb expression he wore.

" You guys, all I said was it was snowing. It's not like someone died!" Kat exclaimed.

For the first time since Kat had known them, the trio went completely silent and unmoving. Pain flashing in each of their oddly colored eyes.

"I think I just need to be alone today" Casper sighed before he disappeared into thin air.

" What happened just then?" Kat turned around to look at the trio.

" Well..err... um... take it away bro."Fatso said, as he pushed away his plate in disgusted.

" Ok Kitty Kat... it looks like the kid didn't exactly tell you the WHOLE story that day. Casper," Stretch began, looking very distant but very close all at once, "well, he ain't as happy go lucky as he appears to be. He's got demons of his own, so to speak. Sit down. You, of all people need to know what happened all those years ago."

And as the eldest McFadden brother sat down to tell Katthe old story, an emotion flashed in his violet eyes so heart wrenching that Kat wanted to cry even before the story began.