I know it's been quite awhile. Thanks for sticking with me.


Chapter 3: I couldn't think of a title for this chapter

Meanwhile, Ember, Fright Knight, the Lunch Lady, and Skulker were plotting their revenge against Danny.

"I know!" said Ember. "We could lure him in with a haunted house! We'll set one up for the high school kids as a trap for him; you know he'll come! We can have hot dogs! And fried dough!" Ember looked at the Lunch Lady, who groaned. She was so old and fat, and she had, like, a second arm of flab hanging down from where her triceps should have been.

"Good idea," said Fright Knight. "Once he's inside, then we can abduct him. Muauauauahahahahahahaha!"

Back at School…

Danny didn't have time to wonder too much about the pencil, because as he was spacing out and staring at the pencil, the warning bell rang.

Dash shoved him. "Get to class, Fenton! Hurry up!"

When he was gone, Sam walked up to Danny and shook her head. "Nothing's changed in those popular kids since the fourth grade," she sighed.

"Yeah, except Paulina grew boobs!" said Danny. Sam scowled.

As they headed down the hall to math, a flyer stuck to the wall caught Danny's eye.

Ember and Fright Knight's Haunted Halloween House (it read)

Come if you dare! Get freaked out of your mind!

34 Amity Street: The abandoned old house. Halloween night at 9 p.m!

Only $10 for students; $15 for everyone else! Hot dogs and fried dough!

"What the heck is this?" Danny wondered.

"Nothing you could handle, mother F-er!" said a voice from behind him. Danny spun around and found himself face to face with Ember.

"What's the matter, Em? Can't even say the F word?" Danny retorted. "What's the deal with this house, anyway?"

"Oh, don't worry," said Ember. "It's nothing you would be interested in."

"Oh yeah?" said Danny. "And what makes you so sure about that?"

"Don't go, Danny!" said Sam. "It's a trap!"

"He won't go," Ember sneered. "He can't handle it!"

"Oh yes I can!" said Danny.

"See!" said Sam. "This is just what she wants! She's using reverse psychology to trick you into going to she can kill you!"

"Shut up!" Ember said in a rage. Her fiery hair exploded as she turned to Danny. "Why do you hang out with this ass-picker?"

Danny hesitated. "Well, I, uh…"

"We have more than just reverse psychology; we have hot dogs and fried dough, too," said Ember's entrancing, musical voice.

"Hot dogs and fried dough!" Danny's eyes lit up as Ember's melodious words swirled around him. "We'll be there!"

Sam groaned and rolled her eyes. "I think I'm going to be grounded that night."

Danny grabbed her by the hand and pulled her along. "Since when has that stopped you?"

Star passed them on the way to class, swinging her hips as she walked. When she saw them, she stopped and smirked.

"You look a little pale, Fug," she said to Sam. "Did someone beat you with a fugly stick?"

"You better zip it, unless you want me to pull down your pants and show the whole school that you wear Depends," Sam shot back.

"Oh, please," said Star, tossing her hair.

Suddenly, Danny sneezed and sprayed globs ghost-snot all over her shirt.

"Oh my gaaawwwd!" shrieked Star, backing away as the radioactive green goo burned holes through her blouse. "No wonder you jerks don't have any friends!"

That night, the ghosts were busy setting up for the haunted house.

"Danny Phantom is going down!" said Ember. "Start decorating!"