Hi everyone. Thanks for taking the time to read this story, because I like it when people read my work. Anyway, I'll gladly take any reviews, whether they're compliments, suggestions for what I could do better or any flames. Just one thing to not put in a review: DON'T tell me what characters to change, who should get killed off, or any ideas you have that would change the plot. I outlined this entire story and I know exactly what's going to happen in it, and nothing you say will make me change what's been planned.

Anyway, you know all that legal stuff. I don't own Danny Phantom or anything related to it.

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Danny stared as he watched the moving trucks sitting outside the house across the street. His blue eyes were bored, but they also seemed a little depressed, for some reason. Just staring at the moving trucks across the street gave him a weird feeling, but he couldn't tell what it was. He saw two people standing outside the house with the moving trucks: they were middle aged people and looked like normal, everyday kind of people.

"Danny!" Jack yelled from downstairs. "Come down here and greet your new neighbors!"

Danny turned around and looked down the stairs as his parents were running around the entire house, trying to make everything look perfect inside the house. Maddie was putting bowls of potato chips and salsa out while Jack was vacuuming with something a device made from parts he claimed "once made up toilets".

The fourteen-year old slowly walked down the stairs, not looking very excited. It only took more excitement away when his "perfect" sister Jazz came running down the stairs after him. Her bright white teeth where shaped into an excited grin as her long red hair flew in the breeze she created when she came running down.

"Come on, little brother!" Jazz tried to encourage. "We're going to be meeting our new neighbors for the first time today! I never thought someone would want to move here, especially across the street from mom and dad, but I guess some people are…"

Jazz cut herself off as she looked at her brother's bored expression. He looked like something was on his mind.

"Danny, what's the matter?" Jazz asked, turning her happy tone into a serious one. She put her hands on her hips and got ready to raise her voice.

"Jazz, you know how randomly a ghost attack can come!" Danny said with a concerned look on his face. "The last thing I need is more people to hide my secret from. One person sees me go from ghost to human, and I'm toast!"

"Oh relax, Danny," Jazz tried to say in a comforting voice as she gently rested her hand on Danny's shoulders. "I've seen these people unload their moving vans, and they look like really nice people. I'm sure you'll grow to like them."

Danny was about to say something, but his ogre of a father jumped at the foot of the stairs and looked at both of them.

"Danny! Jazz!" Jack yelled in an anxious tone, looking at both of them. "Are the rooms completely clean?"

"Yes, dad," the two kids said in unison.

"Is everything lying around on the floors stored in the closet?"

"Yes, dad."

"Okay. Sorry if I seem a bit insecure, but these are new neighbors of ours, and we want to make the best impression we can!"

"Dad," Danny quietly moaned, "did you have to invite them over the very day they moved into their new house? Shouldn't you have waited a day? Or week? Or something?"

"No time like the present, Danny!" his father said with a huge grin on his face. "Don't you want to get to know these great people!"

"Yeah, I don't really care."

"Great! They'll be here any second now!"

A few moments later, the doorbell rang. Everyone started acting all crazy and excited until Maddie finally just opened the door and greeted their two new neighbors from across the street. Their neighbors were a middle-aged couple. Most people would think they were friendly, but Danny thought there was something creepy about them.

"Good day to you, good sir," the man said. He put his hand out, ready to shake Jack's. Jack grabbed the man's hand and nearly crushed it when shaking it.

"Good day to you, too! So, what's your name, my good man?"

"My name is Paul Compton," the man said. "But you can just call me Paul, or Mr. Compton if you wish. This is my wife, Nadine. She and I have been married for over twenty years now."

"Oh, great," Danny moaned when his parents as Jazz were making small talk. He was just sitting back on the couch, watching everything play out and not really get involved. "They're British. Our new neighbors are British. It's going to be pretty hard for me to talk to them without laughing."

Danny continued watching as he put his right elbow on his leg and supported his head in his hand. He had the kind of blank stare that he only gave in school. "Oh well, I suppose it could be worse. They could be…"

"GHOST HUNTERS!" Danny yelled. Now, everyone was either on the couch or in a chair around the couch.

"Yes, we're ghost hunters," Mrs. Compton said with a smile on her face.

Even though her red goggles were covering her eyes, it was obvious Maddie's eyes were lighting up with happiness and excitement. "Ghost hunters for neighbors! Oh, that is so much more than I could have ever hoped for!"

"I know!" Jack yelled with excitement as well. "Well, if you guys are ghost hunters, you have definitely come to the right place. Maddie and I are ghost hunters ourselves, and we could really use some help trying to track down one particularly nasty one."

"Hmm?" Mr. Compton asked.

"Him!" Jack yelled. He pulled a wanted poster out of his orange jumpsuit that had a picture of a ghost they had been hunting for a long time in the center of the page. It was the Ghost Child; it was Inviso-Bill; it was Danny himself. "We've been after that lousy ghosts for months, but every single time we get close to catching him, we end up losing him and he gets away! But we'll get him one of these days!"

Jack's face was getting very excited, and Danny tried his best not to look too nervous. But now, he had four ghost hunters to avoid. Danny could tell life was going to be a lot harder.

"Come on!" Jack and Maddie yelled with delightful excitement. "Let us show you our lab!"

The two Fentons led the two Comptons down to their basement. The Comptons seemed evidently impressed with the equipment Jack had made for Ghost Hunting purposes. He showed them all the inventions he had made, from the ones that Danny could use to save someone's life to the inventions that never seemed to catch on.

"What might that thing be?" Mr. Compton said, pointing to a giant circular wall of steel in a far corner of the lab next to a bunch of dials.

"That, my good man, is the Ghost Portal! It opens up and can lead you to another dimension! That's where ghosts go when I capture them in the real world!"

You mean, that's where they go when I catch them, Danny mumbled to himself. He was really not in the mood for new neighbors to keep his secret from, especially if they were Ghost Hunters. His parents were the most incompetent ghost hunters he knew, and sometimes he could just barely sneak under their radar. Imagine how hard it would be trying to keep his cover from these British people who were probably much more sophisticated in ghost hunting than his parents.

The Comptons stayed for another few hours. Mr. Compton was a man who was only an inch or two taller than Danny and had a fair structure. His hair had some streaks of brown in it, but now it had mostly turned gray. Mrs. Compton was wearing glasses and was a little shorter and pudgier around the middle. Her hair was tied in a bun, but was also showing its age.

"Well, it was great to meet you, neighbors!" Jack said when the Comptons were leaving after the van unloaders just took all the furniture from the moving trucks and put it in the Comptons' new house. "Maybe we can go hunting together some time! Wouldn't that be spectacular!"

Mr. Compton just nodded his head, and then walked away and into his house. Jack just stared at them as they entered their house with a dopey grin on his face. He thought he and Maddie would get along really well with their new neighbors.

Danny was another story. He wasn't too big on the idea of having two more people to evade, but the fact they were ghost hunters made things all the more worse. He had to fight several ghosts almost every single day, and it would only be a matter of time before one of them found out and told everyone else that Danny Fenton was really Danny Phantom.

Later that night, Danny was getting tired and had to head up to bed soon.

"Remember, Danny," Maddie said, "you've got a curfew now! No staying out in the streets passed 9:30, or you'll be grounded until Jazz gets a B."

"Sounds like a long time," Danny said in a sarcastic, yet serious voice. "All right, I'll see you guys in the morning then."

Danny walked into his room and went over to his drawers. He started pulling out his pajamas, and just as he got ready to start changing into them, he opened his mouth and a thin blue mist came spurting out from his lips.

"Oh no," Danny moaned. He dropped his pajamas on the ground and clenched his fists. Instantly, a white circle formed around the center of his abdomen, then simultaneously started breaking apart from each other as they traveled in different vertical directions. Danny's casual white and red t-shirt changed to a black jumpsuit (same with his jeans); white gloves and boots appeared on his hands and feet; his dark black hair turned to a piercing shade of white, and his blue eyes turned to the color of slime. He had transformed into his alter ego, Danny Phantom.

Danny flew out the window and started looking around for where the ghost was that just triggered his ghost sense.

"Come on out," Danny said. "Wherever you are, can you please come out here so I can kick your butt and go to bed?"

There was silence for another second, then Danny saw a ghostly figure hop in front of him. The ghost had pale green skin, but looked very human. He had an eyeglass over his left eye and had a black cape tied around him. He looked like he was wearing very expensive clothes.

"Hah, what a whoosy ghost!" Danny mocked. He held out his hand and a green ball of energy started forming in it. After only a second or two, Danny launched the ball from his hand and it erupted into a thin stream of green ectoplasma. It hit the ghost right in the chest and sent him flying back.

"My, you seem quite strong," the ghost said in an almost Romanian-sounding accent.

"I don't know if I'm quite strong," Danny started, "as much as it is that you're quite weak."

"Oh, you must think you're so hilarious, don't you?" the ghost asked. With a flick of his wrist, his own blast of ectoplasma got sent flying at Danny. Danny was knocked backwards, but wasn't in nearly enough pain to give up.

"You know what, I'm not in any real mood for this tonight," Danny complained. He reached into his jumpsuit and pulled out the Fenton Thermos. "Now hold still so I can blast you to the ground and suck you into this and have you out of my life forever."

As soon as Danny finished unscrewing the lid from the thermos, he saw that the ghost had flown away. Danny saw the ghost, now over a hundred feet away. Danny wanted to go get him, but he was tired.

"Ah, who cares about him?" Danny asked, putting the lid back on the thermos. "He's a weakling, he can't really do anything. Now to go home and get some shut eye."

Danny reverted back to his human form and opened the door to his house, but as he touched the doorknob, a thought came to him.

Gee, I've never seen that ghost before. I wonder who he is?

Danny opened the door and was staring at the angry faces at both of his parents. Danny's curfew was 9:30, and he remembered that as he looked at the clock in the living room. That clock said it was 9:45.

Danny "stayed out" past his curfew. He was in some trouble now…