Here's the more extended summary: Danny and his friends are finally ready for a much needed vacation, until Danny accidentally sets a free a mysterious curse that's literally hundreds of years old, and it threatens the lives of everyone! With a little help, Danny may be the only one who can stop the curse and destroy it for good. To do that, he'll have to keep a sharp eye out, discover the origins of the curse, and look for the one way to destroy it. However, to destroy the curse, Danny might have to kill Sam and Tucker…
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They were alone in the dark house. Megan and Denise should have listened to their parents about not going to the haunted house on the hill. Now, they were trapped inside the dark house. It was almost pitch dark, there was a full moon, and the clock was just about to strike midnight. Megan and Denise were terrified as their eyes filled up with tears. There was obviously something in that house with them.
"Denise?" Megan asked in a terrified voice. "I'm…scared. I think there may be a ghost in here."
"I'm not going to hide it any longer," Denise said. "I'm frightened too. There's no doubt in my mind we're not alone."
The two girls continued to slowly make their way through the dark house. Just as they were sure the creeping noises died down, the old house started creaking. A loud creak was heard, loud enough that both Denise and Megan jumped at hearing it. They were tiptoeing so slowly throughout the house that some people with weights attached to their feet would be able to move faster. It was just so frightening for both girls, and their instincts said that when in fear, you move slowly.
Suddenly, a light shone in from the full moon. Both girls gasped when they looked at the moon's light gleamed on the wall. As they looked at the wall, they were sure they saw the shadow of a ghostly figure standing in the moonlight. Both girls screamed in fear as the ghost figure simply popped out from the wall and out of sight. They continued to scream in fear and angst as they walked backwards, not taking their eyes off the spot where the ghostly figure appeared before their very eyes.
Their biggest fright, yet relief, came from when they were walking backwards. They bumped into someone…or something. Both girls turned around and began screaming louder until they saw it wasn't a ghost or a monster that they bumped into, but a police officer.
"What are you girls doing here?" the police officer demanded.
Both girls squealed in delight and embraced the officer.
"We thought there was a ghost or a monster here!" Megan yelled. "Thank you so much for coming to save us from it!"
"Ghost or monster?" the police officer asked. "Are you talking about that stupid myth about this house?
"Well, yeah…" Megan said. "I mean, we saw a ghost; it was up against the wall only a minute ago!"
"That was probably me," the officer said. "Look, you girls are in big trouble."
"I know," Megan said, glumly. "I know we weren't supposed to be in this house. I'm sorry."
"It's not the fact you're in this house," the officer said. "It's the fact that your parents have been worried sick about you. Come on, I'm taking you kids home."
The two girls didn't hesitate for a moment. They gladly accepted the police officer as he led them out of the "haunted" house and into his police cruiser. It was a very dark night. The air was stiff and cold, and the pale white moon was hidden behind thin, dark clouds that slowly covered it. Occasionally, there was a soft breeze that rustled the dead, brown leaves on the ground.
As the girls walked with the officer over to his police cruiser, Megan turned around to take one more look at the haunted house before she went home. She never wanted to go back to that house again, but ESPECIALLY after what happened when she turned back.
As Megan turned back, she looked at the very top window in the century-old house. Looking out at her from that window was a tall, dark, intimidating figure. He had a cold expression on his dark face, but she couldn't see any part of him other than his white, gleaming eyes. Then, as she looked at him, the white eyes turned even brighter, almost like staring into halogen headlights.
Megan gasped at the figure.
Then there was a dark picture with four spotlights spinning around in random circles over the darkly lit stage. The camera cut back to a man in his early forties, standing on a set to a television show. The set resembled a haunted house itself, or an extremely frightening looking scene. The show was Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction, and the man was Franklin Jones, a relatively new actor to showbiz.
"What exactly happened on that night?" Jones asked to the camera. "Was it REALLY a ghost Megan saw when she turned back to look at the house? Perhaps it was just an illusion, or an image projected by the moonlight? If so, then how do you explain the fact that it appeared just moments before the officer showed up? Could it really have just been the officer's shadow, or was there actually a ghost in the vicinity that wanted to scare away unwanted visitors? You be the judge."
"We'll tell you if this story is true or false at the end of our show. Next, a battle of the supernatural when Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction returns," said the announcer of the show just as they were cutting to a commercial break.
"Uh, I'll say 'fact'," Madeline Fenton said as she watched the television show. The premise of the show was to tell five stories; some were real, and some were made up by the writers of the show. The viewer's goal was to determine which were real and which ones were made up. At the end of the show, the ones that were real and which ones were not were revealed, so the viewers scored themselves at the end of the show. And the story Madeline just saw was the fourth one, meaning there was one more to go.
"Madeline! Are you ready to go yet?" her father asked. Her father was a man in his mid thirties, and he had just made reservations and the family's favorite restaurant for dinner. He had his dark hair combed straight to make it look the best it could.
"Dad, couldn't I watch the last story on this show?" Madeline asked. "It'll be over in about fifteen minutes."
Madeline's father stammered for a little while. Finally, he said, "All right, Maddie, I guess it would be okay if you watched the last story. Man, you sure like that show a lot, don't you? Besides, it looks like it'll take your mother another twenty minutes to dry her hair."
Madeline turned her attention towards the television as she finished watching a commercial for the upcoming twenty-ninth James Bond movie.
"Come on, Sam, Tucker!" Danny yelled as he ran out of the hotel and onto the stone passage way leading to the beach. "Tucker, we're missing all the girls!"
It was school vacation week, and Danny could tell this was going to be the best week ever! He waited anxiously outside in beach clothes, waiting for Sam and Tucker to come out of the hotel so they could party.
It was a clear, beautiful day. The kind of day that people dream of seeing their entire lives but never to get to actually experience it. The sky was deep blue without a cloud in sight, the sun was bursting with golden light that shined down upon the beach and hotel, the ocean was clear blue and the beach sand was soft white, creating a very picturesque atmosphere. And Danny had absolutely no problem with that.
"Tucker! Sam! Get out here, we're missing all the fun!"
In no time, Tucker and Sam walked out of the hotel, dressed like they were ready for some fun in the sun. Well, Tucker did, anyway. Sam, on the other hand, was wearing all black and was wearing a dark cape to "protect herself" from the sun's rays. Danny and Tucker never quite understood what it was exactly that she had against the sun, but they didn't care. They were ready to take a break from school, getting bullied and picked on, and Danny was especially happy about getting a week off from all the ghost attacks.
Here's how it all happened: a few weeks before, Danny's parents found they had a little extra pocket change, so they decided to buy a scratch card with it. The result: the Fentons won five-thousand dollars, and everyone in the family was excited. Jack wanted to spend all the money on ghost equipment, but Jazz ruined his fun and said that she thought the money should be spent on something that would benefit the whole family. In the end, everyone agreed to a week-long vacation to a seaside hotel, and lucky for Danny, there was enough money left over from the four of them that his parents let Sam and Tucker come along. As it turns out, Jack never did get to buy that ghost equipment. In fact, Maddie and Jazz didn't let Jack bring any ghost equipment at all, and they made sure he didn't sneak any. Danny had no idea how much that would help him later on in the vacation.
As the three kids headed to the beach, they all stopped to take in the amazing view. Danny knew that he could possibly never get another chance to experience such a great setting and pure happiness, so he wanted to make the most out of this vacation as he possibly could.
As they got down to the beach, Tucker jumped immediately in the water. Danny considered going in as well, but he saw that Sam wasn't going anywhere near the water. She liked it much more lying in a shaded area, like under an umbrella only a few feet from the ocean.
Danny went over to Sam and lay down on a towel right next to her.
"Well, Sam, I'm pretty stoked about this entire trip. How about you?" Danny asked with a perfect smile over his face.
"To be honest, I can't really complain," Sam said. "With no school or stupid tests to worry about, we can finally relax a little. You know what I mean?"
"Oh, I know what you mean, all right!" Danny said loudly.
He and Sam started inching closer towards each other, until Danny felt cold water splash on him. He looked up and was snapped awake, and saw Tucker standing just barely over his ankles, and he was splashing water at both of them.
Sam put her arms up to block the water while Danny jumped in after Tucker and began splashing him. In no time, Danny and Tucker were in the water and splashing each other savagely, but in a playful manner as well.
The splashing continued until Danny took one more step in the water. That fatal step.
"Ow!" he screamed loudly enough to get Sam and Tucker's, as well as a lot of other people's, attention. Danny lifted up his leg and cuffed his right foot in his hands.
"Danny, what is it?" Tucker asked.
"I stepped on something."
Tucker strolled over to where Danny was and stuck his hand in the water. He pulled out what looked like a regular bottle, but inside it was a swirling dark cloud that gave someone an uncomfortable feeling just looking at it.
"Danny, what is it?" Sam asked, still wearing the dark cape to keep the light off of her skin.
"Danny stepped on a bottle, and there's something really weird about it," Tucker replied, showing Sam the bottle.
"For once, Tucker, I think you and I are on the same page," Sam retorted. "This bottle definitely looks like bad news. Maybe we should turn it into a lifeguard or something."
"Tucker, don't!" Danny yelled, grabbing the bottle from Tucker. Tucker was just about to pop the cork out of the bottle, but Danny didn't think it would be a smart idea. If they opened the bottle, they would let out the black cloud inside, whatever it was. "Sam's right, we need to get this to a lifeguard. Maybe they'll know what to do with it."
The three kids agreed. They went to the nearest lifeguard and showed him the bottle. The lifeguard didn't look like he had any idea what it was either, but he told Danny, Sam and Tucker that they made the right decision about giving the bottle to him and not opening it.
They all went back to playing in the water or relaxing on the beach. Danny tried his best to forget what was in that bottle, but for some reason, he couldn't. There was something about that bottle that deeply disturbed him.
"What was that dark cloud in the bottle, anyway?" Danny whispered to himself shortly after they went back.