Playing with the Dead
A fan fiction by Kate-chan 91
Disclaimer: This story is an alternative universe story. Therefore, there is no way I own Danny Phantom.
Kate-chan 91's tidbits (A/N): The final chapter of part three! Please note there's only about two chapters left in Playing with the Dead.
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Part Three
Chapter Nine: Playing with the Dead
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"You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave." –"Hotel California", performed by the Eagles
I can't believe I actually asked to do this, Keith thought as she sat in a chair surrounded by Doctor Burns, her seventeen-year-old daughter Claire, Officer Herb Broussard (her ex-husband), two paranormal investigators, fresh and Mississippian, and a self-claimed medium that went by the name Hadara Lupe. Nightfall had not started to claim the sun's territory yet despite the fact it was six o' clock on a cool November night, so a conversation or two were taking place to pass the time.
"So we got married in 1987, had Claire, and divorced seven years later, yet we still work at the same place on one condition: we just call each other generic names at work!"
"YOU MEAN YOU WERE MARRIED TO THAT SPINSTER!" One of the paranormal investigators yelled to Broussard as he started to chuckle a bit.
"Do you even know what a spinster is, son?" Keith yelled across the table.
"Okay, okay, you may be a divorcee, but you do act like one!"
"Grr… LUPE!" Keith yelled, "Why are we even doing this at freakin' night anyway?"
"Please, call me by my first name, first of all," Hadara said in a hushed voice. "The answer to your question, however is that while most of the living is most active during the hours of the day, it is the opposite for most of the dead."
About ten minutes later, it was pitch black and Hadara took out a board and placed in on the table.
"What the hell are we trying to do, play Candy Land or something with the dead?" Keith asked as her daughter simultaneously groaned.
"Mom," Claire groaned to her mother, "That's an Ouija board; we're going to use that to hold this stupid séance, remember?"
"Quiet you two!" Hadara snapped to the mother and daughter. "We're going to need some peace and quiet before, during and after we perform our séance!"
And with that, the séance began at exactly 6:15pm. Hadara asked the first question, which happened to be "Is… there… a… spirit… here?" and immediately afterward, a spirit was contacted.
"What… is… your… name?" Hadara slowly said as she and everyone else spelt out the words with the letters on the board. At that moment, a name was spelt out: D A N N Y.
"Danny who? There's a million Daniels and Dannys!" Keith pointed out as another name was starting to make out from the movement of the glass to the board: F E N T O N.
"Oh shit…" Keith slowly said as she repeatedly thought out the full name. Danny Fenton. It hit her in the head like the anvil from the Looney Tunes cartoons she used to vigilantly watch on Saturday mornings as a child.
Hadara continued. "How… old… are… you?"
1-4.
This has to be a joke…Keith shuddered at the mere thought of it.
"Why… are… you… here?"
This time, the made out answer was simply this: Good-bye.
Hadara tried again three times; the answer was 'Good-bye' each time.
Disappointed, they decided to conclude their séance a few minutes later. As they were cleaning up, Keith declared, "Well, that was a waste of my time! What does good-bye mean on that board anyway?"
"I believe," Hadara answered, "Danny has finally completed a task of his for now. He's probably going to rest in peace like he deserves to until another intruder attacks his gravesite."
"Good for him…" Keith answered back as she yawned and rubbed her bagged eyes.
Hadara chuckled. "Well, you sure are tired, Miss! I believe you should get some rest before you start working again. Drive safely and have a good night, Detective."
Yawning and leaving for home with Claire, she replied, "Thanks… I think I'll take your advice. It'll be a hectic day for me tomorrow…I just know it."
End of Part Three
End of Chapter Nine