The Donaldson museum was built in 1900 and was the grandest building in Amity Park at the time. The main entry hall, through it had lost some of it's grandeur, was still impressive. It's ceiling was fifteen feet high and decorated with ornate patterns. The hall itself was about fifty feet long and ten feet wide. It looked dusty and more than slightly haunted, especially considering what could only be display cases covered in white sheets littering the sides of the halls. The floor was solid wood with rugs thrown over it in areas. None of them were sure of the exact room count, but they all knew it sprawled over an entire city block and rose a towering six stories. Rumor had it that there was even a basement.

"I really don't think you have enough stuff to fill up this hall, let alone the entire place," Tucker commented.

"That's okay. My boyfriend and I…" Blake suddenly hit himself on the forehead as the teens looked at him. "Sorry. I hope that doesn't bother any of you. If it does, I'll pay you and you can leave." He offered obligingly.

"No, we're fine," Jazz said dismissively. "So, what were you saying?"

Blake blinked. Four teens that readily accepted different lifestyles, who knew? "Oh, well. He and I are just going to move into the rooms in the top floors. About half of this stuff is going to go in displays, though. Man, I really got myself in over my head in this one."

"You mean, you're going to reopen it?" Sam asked, amazed. It was a fantastic idea.

"Maybe. I should have the first floor done after…eternity?" Blake guessed.

"Hey? I wanted to ask before. Didn't the last owner's want any of this stuff?" Danny asked gesturing to the tarps.

"There weren't any living relatives so it was closed down circa '45. The city took ownership, but there weren't any taxes to sell it off for, since a fund was set up to cover that, so it was just filed away. That is, until about a month ago. First I had to convince the city that they actually owned the place, then that I really wanted to buy it." Blake said, looking over a few boxes and sorting them into groups.

"So, what's in these boxes?" Tucker asked.

"Weapons." Blake answered casually.

"Kidding, right?" Sam asked.

"Nope. This stack," Blake gestured to a pile of boxes his height. "Is swords. This one," He pointed to another. "Guns. Unloaded, of course. Did you notice the family name? Derringer?"

"Oh," Jazz said simply. The others nodded.

"Listen," Blake said after a moment. "I know kids like you have a lot of better things to do and I can't pay much at all, but would you like to stay on and help me clean out this spooky old place?" All four teens looked at each other and huddled.

"Please?" Sam asked.

"I'm okay with it. We could probably even have a sleepover or two," Tucker said.

"I think that we should ask him if he's willing to play host to a few members of the paranormal kind in exchange," Jazz said, bumping Danny conspiratorially.

"This place does have all the right attitude, and no current ghostly occupants," Danny nodded. "Let's go for it."

They all turned to face an anxious-looking Blake. "Mr. Derringer, we'd love to." He looked relieved. "But." His face darkened. "We know two ghosts that don't have a place to call haunt currently. If we help you, could they stay here?" Sam asked.

His face brightened again. "Of course. I'd love to have more company. And here I was worried that this place would be lonely."

"We'll send them by later," Danny said, "But we've got to go now."

All of the teens waved goodbye to their new friend, who was all smiles.