There were legends about the house on Raven Road in the city of Adamsville, Wisconsin. About how the ghost would attack any person who trespassed inside the building, how territorial it was. Only one or two people had ever been able to talk to the ghost and make it out unscathed. Danny had thought this would be the perfect place to go ghost hunting. There was only one thing.

The house was empty. The ghost from all those legends was no longer there.

"This blows. What happened to the ghost that's supposed to be living here?" Sam said as she pushed aside a dusty curtain and looked out through the front window. "When were all these stories from anyways?"

Tucker squinted at his PDA. "It looked like the last recorded sighting of this ghost was in the late 70s. After an army of men in white suits stormed the town."

"What?" Danny said, turning to face Tucker.

"Yeah." Tucker scrolled down. "This newspaper clipping says that one day all these guys showed up and eradicated the town's ghost population. Only a few made it out."

"The GIW have been around since the 70s?" Sam asked. "They didn't seem to know what they were doing when we met them the first time. How have they been an established organization that long?"

"Forget the GIW, what happened to all the ghosts?" Danny said. "This town was full of ghosts bound to it, a lot of them couldn't have just left."

"Unless they were taken." Tucker said quietly.

The three of them headed back into town. They went asking around about what had happened when the GIW stormed the town. Many of the townsfolk were apprehensive to talk about it but they all said the same things. That ghosts lived among the humans with their loved ones before the ghost raid, the town was filled with them. One person gave them a more detailed story though.

An army of white suited men had rushed into town. They had captured almost all the ghosts. Some had gotten away, but both ghosts and humans had disappeared that day. Some they had never seen again.

There was one ghost that they believed still resided in the town, even through the raid. The one in the abandoned house on Hollow Road. Its address wasn't on any maps and no one had seen any of the white suited men go down that old dirt road, so they had assumed the ghost that lived there had been left alone. That it had been the last one that still resided in town, though no one had wanted to check.

The house on Raven Road was your typical "right of passage" to adulthood that every teenager went through in this town. But ever since the ghost disappeared, there were no other houses they were willing to sneak into to get that adrenaline rush. The house on Hollow Road was rumored to be that dangerous.

But that was where Danny, Sam, and Tucker were headed right now.

"I wonder why the ghosts that were living here seem to be so different from the ghosts in Amity Park." Sam said as she looked over Tucker's shoulder at the notes on his PDA. "The ghosts in Amity Park are a lot more volatile, but they're not bound anywhere. From what the townsfolk said, there are ghosts that were bound to specific locations here, that couldn't leave even if they wanted to."

"I mean." Danny started as he kicked a rock in his path. "Technically we've seen that already with Sidney. He was stuck in his own purgatory in the ghost zone."

"But he got out eventually." Tucker said. "He wasn't bound to it forever. Maybe he didn't ever really think about leaving until you showed up. Maybe he could've left anytime before that if he really wanted to."

They walked up to the end of the dirt road and looked up at the old, faded street sign. The dirt road was so overgrown with weeds, grass, and wildflowers that if the sign hadn't been there, they wouldn't have ever expected a road to be hiding underneath.
"Maybe it was the way the ghosts died that plays a part in it." Sam said as they started pushing their way through the plants. "It seemed like most of the ghosts in this town were family members of the humans living here, so maybe they didn't need to have a horrible death to stick around and that's what binds them here."

"But they could roam freely around town like the ghosts in Amity Park could." Tucker countered. "But the ghosts that lived in the abandoned houses were bound to those buildings alone. They couldn't go anywhere else. So what decides whether or not a ghost can roam or is bound to a place?"

Danny takes Tucker's PDA from him and starts writing down more of their new questions. "That's what we're here to figure out. Maybe if we can figure out how ghosts actually work, we can help them move on instead of fighting them all the time."

"If that's even possible." Sam said. "We have such a weird mix of ghost science and the traditional idea of ghosts that we don't know if it would even work on all of them."

"Random thought." Tucker said as he pushed through the last of the tall grass. "Could there be more than one type of ghost?"

Sam snorted. "What? A ghost's a ghost."

"Yeah but why are the traits that they have so wildly different from one region to the next? We've seen a whole civilization of ghost yetis in the ghost zone, could that not count as a whole separate species of ghost?"

"Maybe it makes a difference if a ghost was born to the zone? We know that can happen because of Box Lunch. They wouldn't be bound to a human place if they weren't born there."

"But we know ghosts in Amity Park who have died." Danny points at himself as he walks up to the front door. "And they're not bound to a place. But what is the difference?"

Sam walks up next to him. "That's what we're here to figure out right?" She turns the door knob and pushes the door open.

On the inside is a dusty, fallen apart living room. The furniture had holes and the curtains were ripped apart and shredded. As they walked along the floor, they kicked up debris and dirt. Tucker pulled the door shut behind them and it echoed through the house.

They all stood still for a minute, waiting for anything to happen. Looking around for any sign of the ghost that was supposed to inhabit the house. Sam groaned.

"Is this another empty house? How are we gonna do any research if every house we go to is empty?"

"Sam, we haven't even been in the house for five minutes yet. We should probably just look around first. It's not like the ghost will just pop out at us as soon as we enter the door."

"The last ghost was supposed to."

"Sam-"

Danny walked away as Sam and Tucker started bickering with one another. He slowly walked down a short hallway and when he came out the other side there was a big staircase waiting for him at the center of the room. Between each baluster were cobwebs collecting dust and bugs. The walls all over this room were covered in scratch marks that went deep into the walls.

"Uh, Sam, Tucker?" Danny called over his shoulder. "You might want to come in here."

They follow in behind him and Danny hears them gasp when they enter the room. Danny sees them looking around, their eyes following the scratch marks in the walls.

"What happened here?" Sam whispered.

"Where's the ghost?" Tucker asked.

A chill crawled up Danny's spine. He squeezed his eyes shut and shivered and when he opened them back up, someone was standing at the top of the staircase.

His eyes widen and he points at the top of the stairs. "Look, there's the ghost."

Both Sam and Tucker look up but their brows furrow.

"Dude, there's no one there." Tucker said.

"What? No, he's standing right there."

"Danny, your ghost sense didn't even go off." Sam said, crossing her arms. "Don't joke like that."

"I'm not joking!" Danny said, pulling out his parent's ghost tracker. "See, look-"

He turned it on and there was no trace of an ectoplasmic reading.

Danny's brows furrowed. "This can't be right. He's standing right up there. Staring at me."

"Menacingly?" Tucker asked.

Danny shot him a look.

"No ghost sense, no pickup on the tracker, are you sure you haven't finally lost it?" Sam said.

"I haven't-"

" Y?!"

A deep voice boomed throughout the whole house. It rattled the balusters on the stairs and the floorboards. The three of them covered their ears as they ducked, avoiding the dust falling from the ceiling.

"What the fuck?" Sam shouted, her hands still over her ears.

" Y?!"

"Where is the ghost now, Danny?" Tucker yelled. He stepped a little closer to Danny and Sam did the same.

"He's still standing at the top of the stairs! He hasn't even moved!"

New scratches started carving themselves into the walls and the building creaked.

" M?!"

Danny pulled his hands away from his ears and looked back up at the ghost. "What?"

"Who is this ghost looking for?" Sam said as she grabbed onto Danny's arm.

The entire building started rumbling, the cacophony coming to a crescendo as the ghost finally moved from the stairs and shot towards Danny's face. He backed away from it, Sam and Tucker following. Their eyes were wide, darting all over the ghost's face. It looked like they could finally see it.

" N?!"

The ghost's jaw unhinged and it swiped at them. Danny pushed the three of them out of the way and the wall behind them was knocked down.

"Danny, I think it's time to go!" Tucker shouted.

"Right!" Danny transformed and grabbed Sam and Tucker around their waists and flew into the air and through the walls. The ghost's roars suddenly disappeared as they flew through the outer wall of the house, like it had never been there in the first place.

"What the hell?" Sam shouted after Danny had dropped them in the grass. "Why didn't that ghost set off your ghost sense? Or the tracker? Why couldn't we see it?"

"What if it wasn't even a ghost?" Tucker said, pacing through the dirt. "What if it was a demon? Do those exist?"

"I don't know. Can demons have kids?" Danny asked.

"Ghosts can have kids and they're dead." Sam pointed out.

Danny sighed. "This didn't really answer any of the questions we had. Now we just have even more."

"I don't know about you." Tucker said as he started walking back down the overgrown road. "But I'm ready to get out of Wisconsin."

"Ditto." Danny and Sam said, following behind Tucker.

Another shiver crawled up Danny's spine as he took one last look at the house. Through the window he could see a hand pressed against the glass. His stomach dropped and he turned back around.

The feeling of dread would follow him all the way home.