A/N: FINALLY, I decided I should probably continue this now. Heh. For those of you who have been waiting so long..if there are any of you...here you are!

Nope, don't own Danny Phantom..I do own Amy, though. She is made purely from my imagination.

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"Put your hands up, ghost!" bellowed the man holding the large gun.

I gulped. The man was the biggest man I'd ever laid eyes on. He had black hair on top of his head, and behind his ear gray hair, blue eyes, and a large nose and mouth. His face was screwed up in concentration. Strangest of all, he was wearing an orange HAZMAT suit, with a black collar and pockets in several places.

"Jack honey, the Fenton Finder says it's not a ghost," a new voice said. The gun lowered.

A woman appeared at the door. She had short red hair, and purple eyes. She wore, like her husband, a HAZMAT suit, but it was blue with a black collar and belt. A hood lay behind her with red goggles.

"Hello, sweetie, and who are you?" she asked me kindly.

I quickly recovered from my shock, and said politely, "My name is Amy White, and I am your new neighbor."

"Oh, it's nice to meet you!" she smiled, and shook my hand. "Please, come on in."

As I walked inside the house and shut the door behind me, the woman introduced herself.

"I'm Maddie Fenton, and this is my husband - "

She was interrupted by said husband, who boomed, "I am Jack Fenton, ghost hunter extraordinaire!"

"Ghost hunters?" I asked, surprised. "You hunt ghosts?"

"Yep!" Jack puffed out his chest proudly. "We hunt 'em down and put 'em back where they belong!"

"Yes, we are ghost hunters." Maddie explained, "We protect this town from the constant ghost attacks that occur here."

"Ghost attacks?" I asked, surprised. "But ghosts don't exist!"

Jack and Maddie glanced at each other, then burst into fits of laughter.

"Ghosts - ha ha - don't - ha ha ha - exist! Ha ha.." Jack choked through laughter.

Maddie sighed, and wiped a tear of laughter from her eyes. I was more confused than ever. But ghosts didn't exist! There was no proof!

"But there's no proof that ghosts exist!" I exclaimed.

"That's what I said when they first told me that they were starting a career in ghost hunting." a new voice came from the stairs.

I turned around, and saw a girl looking about in her late sixteens, with red hair and a light blue headband to keep it out of her eyes. She had bright turquoise eyes, and wore a black long sleeved shirt and light blue jeans. She had a certain "know-it-all" look about her.

"Oh, Amy, this is Jazz, our eldest daughter." Maddie said to me, then to Jazz, "This is Amy White, our new neighbor."

Jazz smiled brightly, "Nice to meet you," and shook my hand too. "So, you don't believe in ghosts?"

"And you do?" I retorted.

"Well.." Jazz said slowly. "What with the ghosts attacking every day.."

I groaned. Why was everyone so sure that ghosts existed?

"Jazz here is always right!" said Jack. "Except this one time when - "

"Well they weren't constants!" Jazz exclaimed. "You've never done it before! I was I supposed to guess that you'd actually change!"

I stared at the two blankly as they continued to argue about some "divorce" and "apology". When they didn't seem to be stopping at any point to explain, I cut in, "I'm just going to pretend I know what you two are arguing about."

"Never mind," Jazz muttered. She brightened a bit, and said, "I'll give you a tour of the house!"

I nodded, she bounded up the stairs, and I followed. That's my mom's and dad's room (It had a large bed in the middle, with several weapons stacked neatly on the shelves, and a ghost shield activation button next to the bed. Anders was right, they really do make ghost weapons..), and that's my room (there was a bed, and on the right to it, shelves filled with heavy books, dictionaries, encyclopedias..How can she believe in ghosts and be such a bookworm?), and - " she stopped in front of a door that was across from her room and froze for a moment, before going to the next room.

"What was that other door?" I asked her as I caught up with her. "And why did you stop in front of it?"

Jazz's eyes hardened, and she didn't say anything for a while. When she spoke, however, she spoke coldly, "Don't ever go in that room."

"Why?" I asked, confused at Jazz's sudden change of heart. "Who's - "

"Just don't." Jazz said shortly before going to tour downstairs.

Maybe it's a dead sibling's room, I suggested to myself, and walked down the stairs after Jazz. And she doesn't want to mess anything up in it.

Suddenly remembering Julie and Ander's conversation in the car, I asked Jazz, "Jazz, is there a ghost called Inviso-Bill that haunts this town?"

Jazz paled slightly, and her voice quivered as she spoke, "No, not anymore. His name was Danny Phantom, not Inviso-Bill."

I frowned. I'll have to ask Uncle Paul about that, I noted to myself. But why had Jazz reacted like that to his name? And why did she freeze in front of that door? I decided to leave it, as it was Jazz's business and not mine.

"This is the kitchen," she led me into the kitchen, where a bare table stood in the middle of the room, and on the left there was the counter and the fridge.

"The living room," she led me to where I had first stepped in, where there was a rug in the middle and a TV in front of it.

"And that's it for our tour." Jazz concluded.

"Hang on, what's in there?" I asked, pointing to a door which she had not yet shown me.

I walked over to it and opened the door. A staircase leading down into some sort of..lab? I walked down the steps, and saw that it was, indeed, a lab. There were all sorts of things - a shelf with books on them, a microscope with what seemed to be DNA samples, files, ghost hunting weapons, and a hole in the wall that had a green swirling substance in it, which was framed with a thing piece of metal going around the circle.

"This is the lab in which my parents spend most of their time working on studying ghosts." Jazz said, coming down behind me.

"Why is it that everyone believes that ghosts are real?" I asked her, walking around and examining the different ghost hunting material.

"Because they do," Jazz replied simply. "If you've been in this town long enough, you'll agree, you'll see."

There was one that looked like a metallic belt with green in it, there was a large gun, a - was that thermos?

"What are these?" I asked her, gesturing towards them.

"That," she said, pointing to the belt, "is the Specter Deflector. It weakens any ghost that comes in contact with the wearer. That - " she pointed to the large gun, " - is the Fenton Bazooka. When you shoot it, it creates a portal that sucks all ghosts near by into it. And finally, the thermos is the Fenton thermos, which is a sort of containment device used to keep ghosts inside."

I sighed, but decided not to comment. Let the fools play their game, but that doesn't mean I have to follow them. But it was a rather waste of brilliance to build weapons against some dead spirits that don't exist.

Suddenly, a loud beeping filled the room. Jazz whipped around to face a device I hadn't seen.

"What's that?" I asked loudly over the high pitched beeping.

"Fenton Ghost Finder," Jazz replied, equally as loud, but was glaring suspiciously around the room as she spoke. "Detects all ghosts."

And, as suddenly as the beeping had started, it felt much colder in the room, and I heard maniacal laughter behind me. Slowly, I turned around.

"BEWARE!"

I screamed.

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A/N: Heehee, Amy's scared of the Box Ghost. Now that's just sad. Ah well, now she knows that ghosts exist, right? Or is it? Muaha. Don't worry, it'll get more interesting as it goes. At least I hope it will. I also don't own "I'm just going to pretend I know what you're talking about" line. A..kinda friend of mine does.