"You know he betrayed you, don't you?" A whisper in the darkness of her sanctuary resounded around her. She couldn't see the source, as she hadn't willed the lights to go on, preferring to remain in the dark

"I told you to leave me alone!" She stood and turned around, throwing an ectoplasmic blast in the direction of the voice, but instead of a thump of soft flesh, she heard a shattering... "NO!" She screamed at the sound, horrified at the implications.

"HE BETRAYED YOU!" The harsh whisper echoed around the room, and she clamped her hands over her ears. "He's a murderer!"

"NO!" She screamed and fell to her knees, covering her ears. "No..."

Danny woke up with a start, and sat up, his heart pounding in his chest. Willing himself to calm down, he glanced over at his clock. 2:13 am. No ghosts, as far as he could tell, so what had brought on that dream? All he remembered from the dream was the darkness, surrounding him, suffocating him, although he'd been the girl...why? What would a psychiatrist say to this? He shook his head, making a mental note to avoid to telling Jazz. He laid back against the pillow and drew the covers up to his chin, suddenly cold. The dream had been so real...so real...

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"Jack?" Maddie walked into the front room, obviously looking for something. "Where did you put the Fenton Finder?" Her husband never looked up from the pile of metal scraps he held in his lap, rummaging through them on the sofa.

"Um, I put it away, honey," he replied.

"Well, it's not there," Maddie put her hands on her hips.

"That's where I put it," he said, still immersed in sorting through the pile that currently held his attention. Maddie sighed and sat next to Jack.

"I'm still worried about Danny," she said, changing the subject. Jack stopped poking around, but still didn't look up. "I mean, he looks happy enough, but he still hasn't told us what that secret of his is. He's so much more quiet than he ever was before he left..." She sighed.

"Honey," Jack said, still refusing to look at her, "I'm sure he'd just going through a phase. He'll be fine." She shook her head and glanced at the clock.

"Jack! It's past midnight!" She put a hand to her head, "I didn't notice the time. Are you coming to bed?"

"Um, maybe in a little while, Maddie," he replied, his mind once again on the collection of objects. Maddie sighed and walked up the stairs. Slowly, she pulled on her pajamas, and turned down the covers. Shrugging, she brushed her teeth, and crawled beneath the blankets, suddenly realizing how tired she felt.

"Good night, Jack," she yawned, forgetting that he remained in the living room. Sighing, she fell quickly into sleep.

'Where am I?' She asked herself. She walked through a large room that looked more like a smoothed over, underground cave. Vague shapes grew from the floor and ceiling around her, and while she couldn't make them out clearly, she knew they weren't natural.

"Hello?" she called out, but the only sound she received was her own echo bouncing off of the walls. "Hello?" For the first time, she recognized the greenish tint, and realized she was in the Ghost Zone, although this was unlike anything she'd ever envisioned or seen of it.

"Hello," a voice behind her said quietly. She jumped and whirled around, holding her hands in a defensive position, but no one stood there.

"Who's there?" She called, moving to a more aggressive position.

"Someone with your best interests at heart," the voice whispered soothingly.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Why does your husband treat you the way he does?"

"What?" Maddie found herself completely taken aback.

"He ignores you, he says he loves you, but he never shows you, and he never gives you any real credit...why does he treat you like that?" The voice asked curiously. It sounded like a child...a young child.

"I...I guess I don't really know," Maddie answered. "He just gets a little wrapped up in his work sometimes."

"All the time," the voice continued. "You put up with it better than I could."

"Who are you?" Maddie asked again.

"I'm you," a figure replied, and appeared in front of her, the spitting image of herself...except she had glowing red eyes, fangs, blue skin, and an even lighter shade of blue hair. Not really knowing why, Maddie screamed, and woke up in her sleep. No one lay next to her, and no one came running.

Sorry if it's a bit confusing, but it will all come to light later. :D

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