Danny continued to stare at the massive house that he was floating in front of. It was hard to believe someone would actually live in this white house, especially with all the mold that seemed to be growing around it.

"This is the mansion of Count Xissil Van Horrick," Aria said in her normal, sad voice. (Zees-ill Vahn Orick, if you wanted to know how to pronounce it) "He is one of the richest ghosts in the entire Ghost Zone. But he gets that through power, and he just can't seem to have enough of it."

Danny slowly flew over to a window, but still listened to what Aria had to say. He peered in through the dusty window and he saw someone walking around in there.

"It's him!" Danny yelled. "That's the guy who fought me three times! It's him!"

"What are you talking about?" Aria asked.

"That ghost in that house! I've had to fight him three times this week!" Danny yelled. "The one with the eyeglass!"

"That's Van Horrick," Aria said, not looking at Danny. "He's a very brutal person. He wants staggering amounts of power that would bring anyone to their knees."

"That ghost is that Van Horrick guy?" Danny said, still looking in the window at the ghost as he continued pacing around.

"Yes," Aria said, now with a little fear starting to rise in her voice. "I simply could not take the thought of him gaining any more power, so I came to your world to look for help."

"And you found me?" Danny said, a little bit surprised.

"Yes. I was not looking for anyone in particular, but after I saw how you were able to fight off that ghost a little while ago, I knew you were the right person for the job."

"Job? What job?"

"Someone needs to teach Horrick a lesson," Aria said. "He is a very powerful ghost. He may look older and weak, but he is actually a very skilled fighter. No one in the ghost zone has the courage to take him down."

"And you want me to do it?" Danny asked, making sure he understood what Aria was talking about.

"Yes. After seeing your skill against that ghost when you were walking home, I knew that you probably had the potential to destroy him. Are you up to the challenge."

Danny didn't waste any time talking. "Duh, of course I am! That ghost has been giving me trouble all week. I think it's about time I showed him what happens when you mess with me!"

A smile spread across Aria's face, which was the first time Danny had ever seen it. Normally, he would have liked the feeling of knowing that he was helping someone out, but this time, he was helping ghosts out. Ghosts had now become his biggest problem, but he was still glad to be trying to beat that Van Horrick guy. After all, this was now a matter of revenge more than trying to help out others.

"All right," Danny said, "time for me to get my sweet revenge!" He was about to burst through the doors to the mansion when Aria grabbed him by the back of his jumpsuit and pulled him back. "Hey, what gives?"

"Van Horrick is so strong that he could actually defeat you quite easily now," Aria said in a sorrowful manner. "I want you to head back home and practice on your skills for you to fight him."

"Oh, come on!" Danny yelled. "You know how many ghosts I've fought that ultimately ended up beating me? None! I told you, I can take this sucker on now, so let me go!"

Aria seemed to pull harder to keep him back. "And I told you he's very powerful. How do you think he's gotten this entire area of the Ghost Zone to fear him if he isn't powerful?"

Danny just groaned. Now that he knew who the ghost was that had been causing him so much trouble over the past few days, he wanted nothing more than to run in there, rip off that ghost's face, stuff it in a package and mail it to him for Christmas. But, Aria insisted that Horrick was too powerful, even for him, so he had no choice but to go back for now.

"I want you to go home so you can train to battle him," Aria said. "I want nothing more than to see him lose his power and go down hard and painfully."

"All right," Danny said, not knowing what else to say. "Well, I guess I'd better be going home now."

At that moment, Danny leapt into the air and started flying through the Ghost Zone, trying his best to remember what way he came. After a few minutes, he found the entrance of the portal back to his house's basement.

Danny floated through the circle of light in the portal, and was now back in his own basement, looking as deserted and empty as ever. There was something really creepy about it now that Jack had forsaken his ghost hunting ways.

Danny reverted himself back to his regular form and was now ready to take a breather and try to understand everything that was going on now. But as soon as Danny walked up the stairs to his basement and sat down in an chair, ready to think things through, he heard a knock on the door. Groaning, he got up to answer it, and he didn't like it when he found out who was there.

"M…Mr. Compton?" Danny asked, surprised. He was afraid of Mr. Compton, now that he had seen the "Ghost Boy" face to face and knew for a fact he existed. He was officially a threat to Danny now.

"Good afternoon, Danny," Mr. Compton said with a pleasant smile on his face.

"Uh…hi," Danny said, not knowing how he should have greeted Mr. Compton. "What's up?"

"I'm looking for a ghost," he said. "You know, the one with the white hair and the green eyes?"

"Huh?" Danny said, freezing up. He didn't want to say something stupid and give himself away. "Uh, yeah I guess I know him. I mean, at least my dad does."

"Well, do you have any idea where I could find him?"

"NO!" Danny yelled with a burst of energy. He was trying to stay covert, but he had a feeling that screaming "No!" at the top of his lungs wasn't the best way to do it.

"You okay?" Mr. Compton asked. "You don't need to get defensive about it, I'm simply asking if you've seen him?"

"Uh, yeah…I know him," Danny said, not knowing what else to say.

"Well, I'm hunting him down," Mr. Compton said. "I saw him earlier today and I want to capture him alive. So, do you have any idea where I could find him?"

"You know, he's misunderstood!" Danny yelled. He knew that didn't answer Mr. Compton's question, and he hoped it didn't make him sound too suspicious. After all, having another ghost hunter looking for him was the last thing he needed.

"What are you talking about?"

"He's not a bad guy!" Danny insisted. "He tries to help people and save them, not hurt them! And you know, he keeps a lot of the other ghosts who attack this town at bay! He protects this town!"

"What are you talking about?" Mr. Compton asked. "All I did was ask if you knew where he was. If you don't know where he is, you just had to say you didn't! Now, just answer me: do you know where to find him!"

"No," Danny calmly said. "I don't."

"All right, then," Mr. Compton said. "All you had to do was say so."

Saying that, Mr. Compton walked out of the doorway and back towards his house. But as he was walking away, he saw something out of the corner of his eyes that seemed to grab his attention.

"Ah ha!" he yelled. "You're mine!"

Danny watched as Mr. Compton ran down the streets, pulling any ghost equipment out of his coat and running down the streets with it.

"Hmmm…my ghost sense didn't go off," Danny said softly to himself. "Oh well, if there is a ghost out there, it sounds like Mr. Compton has it taken care of."

Danny was sitting quietly for a while until he realized he had forgotten something: he forgot to tell Jazz that their parents knew his secret now. He looked up the stairs to where Jazz's room was, and he took a deep breath. Slowly, he started walking up the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible.

When he was at the door to Jazz's room, he quietly knocked. He didn't know why he was so nervous about telling her their parents knew, but for some reason, he was.

"Come in," Jazz said.

Danny quietly opened the door to find Jazz spread out across her bed, reading a book. "Oh, hey little brother," she said cheerfully. "How's it going?"

Danny was now really nervous about telling her for some reason. He tried to be as natural as possible, but it was only making the scene more awkward. He tried to make a conversation starter.

"So, uh…what are you reading?"

"Oh, this?" Jazz asked, looking at the book in her hands. "Oh, it's a great book called Lord of the Flies. You see, it's a political metaphor where…"

"All right, all right!" Danny said, loudly interrupting her. "Sorry, but after reading Animal Farm, I'm not in any mood for political metaphors in books."

"Uh…okay?" Jazz said, really confused with what was going on. "I'm almost done with it, you know. The ending is great! It has a kid named Ralph running from a bunch of savage kids who set a jungle on fire and…"

"All right!" Danny yelled again. "Look, there's something I kind of think I should tell you."

"Really?" Jazz asked, putting a bookmark in her book and closing it. She gently set it down on the floor and stared at Danny. "What's up?"

"Well…mom and dad…kinda found out about me being half ghost and all," Danny said, looking at the floor.

Jazz's expression looked completely shocked. "Since when?"

"A night or two ago," Danny said. "I was fighting some ghost, and…well, they saw me change into my different form and…yeah, that's just about." So much for a non-awkward way of saying it now.

"Well, what'd they do?"

"Dad's giving up on the ghost hunting," Danny said, still not looking at her. "And I don't know what mom's doing, but I guess she's doing the same."

Jazz was at a complete loss for words. She was silent for a while, until she finally found something to keep the conversation going. "Then, what are you going to do?"

"Same as always," Danny said. "I've got a responsibility, and I just gotta stick with it, whether my parents know it or not."

"What about our new neighbors, the Comptons? They're pretty serious ghost hunters. What are going to do about them?"

"I don't know the answer to that one," Danny admitted. "You know, when I first met the Comptons and I found out they were ghost hunters, I thought that it was going to be brutal, having to keep my secret from four ghost hunters now. But now that mom and dad know, that only leaves two ghost hunters to hide from. If anything, I'd like to think of it as a problem solved."

"Uh, okay," Jazz said. Clearly, both of them thought the situation was getting a little too weird and uncomfortable for their own good.

"So, I'll, uh…be seeing you later," Danny said, backing out of the doorway. Quietly, who closed Jazz's door and wiped a large amount of sweat off his forehead. "Well, that went tolerably well!" he said.

Danny started walking over to his room. He opened the door and plopped down on his own bed. He took a deep breath and didn't know what to do. A few seconds later, he felt a huge, fiery pain in his back.

"Gah!" Danny yelled, falling on to the ground. He let out a long, painful moan. He tried to get up, and after a while, he was finally on two legs again, despite the tremendous pain.

"Geez, it feels like someone just blasted me with my dad's Fenton Bazooka," Danny said in an almost joking way, trying to think of the one possible thing that could accurately say how much his back suddenly hurt. "Ahhh…"

Now Danny was confused. After a rather awkward way of breaking the news to Jazz that his parents knew, he got another random surge of pain. Where the heck were those pains coming from?