The dreams returned again that night. Danny could see a green glow around him, and that voice...it kept moving. It kept taunting him...well, at least he was himself in this dream...but he wasn't supposed to be. He knew that he was him, but he wasn't at the same time. When he looked back on it later, he could only shake his head in confusion. He kept throwing ectoplasmic blasts at the voice, but he always missed, and usually hit something that would shatter or crash to the ground. With each crash, he felt more pain, and yet more satisfaction. Soon, he began to miss the voice completely, and started just throwing blasts at random, hoping to hit something...and yet dreading it...

xoxoxox

Maddie found herself running...running from whatever that was she had been forced to face. The creature simply glided along behind her, whispering cruelly.

"NO!" She shrieked as she tripped over something and went sprawling. Just as she clamped her eyes shut and braced for impact, fully expecting to fall flat on her face, something caught her. Barely daring to hope, she opened her eyes, and looked around. She found herself about an inch from the ground, hovering, but undamaged. She couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. As soon as she relaxed, she felt herself being lifted and carried away...but there was no one there. Looking back, she saw the blue figure look up, longingly, but she was no longer following. Then, to her horror, the blue figure began to grow and change. An orange jumpsuit appeared beneath a balding head with salt and pepper hair along with blue puppy dog eyes and a square jaw.

"Jack," she whispered, and saw him look away just before he disappeared from sight.

Her eyes popped open and she sat up in her bed, her heart racing once again. "Jack," she whispered, and looked over to see the bed once again empty beside her.

xoxoxox

No sooner had Jack fallen asleep then he found himself floating again. No more figures appeared, they didn't need to. They had all burned themselves mercilessly into his mind. He just sat there, cowering as the laughing continued.

He finally woke himself up, looking around in the familiar atmosphere of his bedroom. Trying not to wake his sleeping wife, he moved silently to the door, and walked downstairs. Perhaps he could find more solace in some other activity. The echo of the laughter echoed down the hall behind him.

"Hey dad," Danny said quietly as Jack walked into the living room. His son sat on the couch with the television on, very low. To Jack's surprise, the teenage boy had put on a Disney movie, dug up from the depths of the movie shelf. He spotted the cover on top of the television and saw the fingerprints in the thick layer of dust covering it, showing it's history of disuse. "I couldn't sleep."

Jack shook his head, "Me neither, son." He could have been wrong, but when he addressed his son, Danny seemed to relax a little.

Jack took a seat on the sofa and sat quietly for a few minutes. "So," he tapped his fingers together nervously, why was he so afraid to talk to his son. "Why are you watching this one?" he nodded to the show.

"Lion king was one of my favorites when I was little," Danny said, his voice void of emotion. "I just felt like watching it."

"Bad dreams?" Jack asked, his tone matching the teenager's. Danny raised an eyebrow at him, a slight smile touching his lips.

"That's perceptive of you," he replied after a few minutes. Jack returned the smile and shrugged. Danny opened his mouth to say something else, but his eyes suddenly focused on something behind Jack.

"What?" Jack asked and turned around, to see nothing there.

"I guess I'm just tired," Danny stood up and stretched. "I think I'll go back to bed. 'Night dad." As he walked past, Jack could have sworn that he could see Danny's breath...but it wasn't even that cold outside at this time of year...

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Danny walked into his room to see Alesha standing there, looking nervous. He quickly shut his door before looking back at her. "What's wrong?" He saw her bit her lip in the dark.

"I'm sorry about the whole scene downstairs," she said quickly. Just a few seconds after his father had seated himself, she had appeared behind him, waving her arms wildly and trying to get Danny's attention.

"That's okay," Danny waved his hand through the air. "What's going on?"

Alesha looked relieved at his words, and pointed out the window. "There's a ghost attacking downtown," she said. "I just saw, but I don't think I can take him by myself."

"Who is it?" Danny asked as the disks of light appeared at his waist once again.

"I don't know," Alesha shook her head. "But he looks rather mean...and powerful." Danny nodded and grabbed the Fenton Thermos.

"So what are we waiting for?"

I've gotten so many compliments on the dreams, that I have say thank you. I didn't think I'd get that kind of a response. :hug:

Oh, and just so you guys will know, I looked up the word "brainwashed' and that is the real definition. I wouldn't have actually known that though if you hadn't questioned me, so thanx:hug:

LaBOBruen:evillaugh: Bwahahahaha!

Seekio: No I don't have a million lackeys typing for me to get things up so fast. ;) I already had most of the chapters typed already...actually, I just caught up...So update is probably going to be slower now. sigh Thank you for reading, welcome and :hug:.