Suddenly, Stan had no idea as to where he was now. The house changed into some kind of mixture of Ghost's house, the Fitzgerald residence, the mental hospital, and his own room. Also, all the color has disappeared. The only colors left were black and green. Even his own skin had some shade of green.
"What the hell…?" Stan couldn't understand.
Out of the shadows came Ginger. She didn't look human, but didn't look like a wolf either. It was like she was somewhere between being human and being the beast.
"Your job's done!" she said.
Stan kind of expected her voice would echo, but instead it sounded deep, dark, and like some kind of growl. Almost like a wolf would sound.
"What do you mean 'Your job's done!'?" Stan asked her, surprised.
"I asked you to go see my sister." Ginger explained, "Well you have! And now I don't need you anymore!"
"What!?" Stan didn't know how he should feel about this.
"Let's face it!" Ginger reasoned, "Your head just isn't big enough for both of us!"
"Is that how you repay me?" Stan couldn't believe he was hearing this.
"After leaving us for ten years..." Ginger replied, "... possibly able to prevent this whole thing to happen? Among other things, yes!"
After having said this, she growled and ran at him. In his defence, Stan raised his fist and punched Ginger in the face.
Ginger fell down, but as she was trying to get back to her feet, she cried: "How could you do this? I'm a woman!"
"There's no point in crying wolf now, Ginger!" Stan shouted at her, "You're the wolf!"
Ginger suddenly kicked him in the guts, before she scratched him in the face, causing him to 'fly' throught the room, onto a couch, which belonged to the Fitzgeralds. Not knowing what else to do, Stan started throwing one of the pillows, which lay there, to her. Direct hit! Or not!? It went right through her, like she was a ghost.
"Nice try!" Ginger laughed.
She approached him really slowly, almost provoking Stan do try something else. It worked, as Stan kept throwing more pillows, but they never really hit her. At some point she was a ridiculous close range. Ridiculus in the sence that if one would miss her now, one would have a really bad aim. Ginger was, in fact close enough for Stan to touch her. The last pillow that he threw went right through Ginger. His hand however did not!
"HA!!!" Stan laughed, "Bet you didn't see that one coming!"
Ginger was about to scratch him again, but Stan defended himself by holding his hands in front of him. She scratched his palms, but he was really lucky she didn't cut his whrists. That was the moment Stan thought he had enough of her, and strok back. An eruption of hits and kicks was the result. Eventually Ginger had not much power left to do anything. Stan grabbed her by the neck, and started strangling her.
"Selfish bitch!" he screamed at her, "You probably hadn't been beaten up at school! I have! Only because of you girls! If it weren't for my parents, I'd never left, I don't care how many times I got beaten up! You were the only reason I wanted to stay in Bailey downs, and this is what I get?"
Before her last breath, Ginger managed to say something: "When you make it in hell, you'll regret this!"
"Whatever, Ginger!" Stan replied.
That's when she faded away, and the environment turned back to normal. Stan was still bruised, but he was back in Ghost's house, and Ghost's house only.
"And I did have the last word that time!" Stan called after her.
Suddenly he heard a tapping.
"Stan! Stan! Open up!" it was Brigitte, who was still inside the basement.
Stan, returning to Earth, took the key and opened the hatch. He was surprised to see Brigitte, for she looked normal again, if it weren't for the few scratches she had.
"She must've been some oponent, even tied up." he remarked.
Brigitte noticed he had some wounds of his own: "What happened to you?"
"Had my own ghosts to fight." Stan replied.