ENJOY ~
TEEEEEAAAR! CRUNCH!
"This is just straight up atrocious." Jazz mumbles. "Appalling!"
It was like the twelfth page she tore out of her personal pink fuzzy journal. Even in her writing Jazz just couldn't seem to stop worrying about her younger brother. Danny. He hadn't been home since Tuesday. At first Jazz thought it was because he was under a lot stress due to getting the overbearing news that he was on the verge of failing his language arts class. He didn't want to hear the noise from their parents. So Jazz just assumed Danny was avoiding them & slept over at his best friend's place. At Tucker's. Then all of a sudden he shows up along with their other friend Sam later that day. Asking where Danny was, why was he absent at school, & that if he'd caught a cold or something.
Jazz let's out a huff as she sat alone outside on the stoop of her family's home, it was a building notably known for the glowing "Fenton Works' neon signs, the clunky mess of anntenas & statellites up on the roof taken shape of a spaceship, & the few uncanny stares from the neighbors every so often. She took in all of her neighborhood with a wary glance. It was evening, & she slowly began to hear the sounds of the night picking up in Amity Park. Nothing but plain old flats, & even more plain old houses, with deadend alleyways, & streets in the middle of nowhere. Boring. So it seemed. If you take a closer look that is. There was a hauntingly wild mess going around.
Ghosts roamed about in Amity Park. Or rather, "A variety of entities created from a post-human's consciousness" or "odd manifestations of ectoplasmic energies" as Maadie & Jack Fenton put them. AKA Jazz's & Danny's eccentric paranormal investigating parents. They're just called ghosts because it was easier, & because no one really knows what they were, or where they came from. They didn't look like they were dead, although they did float around, & have the ghastly pale appearences of being dead. They also had the ability to haunt in their own unique ways, all while giving you the daily heebie jeebies. They were pretty harmless for the most part. Don't give them any trouble & they'd likely do the same. Up until recently that is, when Danny disappeared. Things quickly went awry.
Jazz started scribbling again in her journal. Jotting down everything that had happened so far.
A lot more ghosts seemed to be coming into sight, slow at first, & these weren't the normal nuisances picking up meaningless arugments down the street. These were actually kind of alarming. If you were ever to encounter one of these things, look them straight into their faces, your blood would run cold, & the hair at the back of your neck would refuse stop standing. These actually looked freshly deceased & they were people of all ages. Youngest maybe ten. Oldest around sixty. They had bullet holes. Stab wounds. Burnt flesh. A sickly blue complextion. You name every kind of death possible. They showed it. That necessarily . . . wasn't the most disturbing part.
It was actually their sunken eyed fixated gazes.
They would just stare for long periods of time. That's all they did for a while too. Then more appeared over night & more the morning after. It's when these strange ghosts started to quickly approach the residents of Amity Park as nothing but a thick mist. Zipping literally right through people. Those who encounter these gruesome forms of ghosts ended up collapsing in a paralyzed disturbing state of fear & checked hemselves into a hospital afterwards-
SCRIBBLE, SCRIBBLE, SCRIBBLE. SCRATCH, SCRATCH, SCRATCH. TEEEEEAAAR! TEEEEEAAR!
Groaning, Jazz slams her journal shut & chucks it over the stoop. There was a sudden, "OW!" Making Jazz flinch. She was about to hurry her way inside. But then hears the same young female's voice again, "What did the journal ever do to you to deserve such bad treatment?" She says.
Jazz knits an eyebrow as she glances back & forth on the stoop. Then up. Stupidly gawking at a pink fuzzy journal floating in midair. "Um. It offended me?"
The journal then drops to the pavement. Jazz glances around once again. Then shook her head. "Time for bed." The moment she turned toward the entrance of her home a familiar face literally appears out of thin air. Sending Jazz flat on her hide.
"BOO!"
"AW." Jazz groans. "I knew it was you Danielle!"
"What gave it away?" Danielle laughs. The little girl floating in midair with a pure white ponytail, unnaturally bright green eyes, in a unique black & white outfit offered Jazz a hand.
Once she stood, dusting off the dirt off her favorite loose pants, & pulled the strands of tiny orange baby hairs behind her blue headband Jazz asks, "Any news? Did you find him yet? Mom & dad are starting to worry. He's been gone almost a week now."
Danielle shrugs with her arms & gave a slight pout. Making Jazz feel somewhat uncomfortable. Her little facial features resembled so much like her younger brother's it was ridiculous.
"Didn't find him yet." Danielle says. "As far I know Danny's not even in Illinois."
"What?" Jazz exclaims. "Are you sure?"
"Uh-huh!" Danielle nods. "Tucker tracked the call Danny made. Remember? It was seriously hard to do, conisdering the call was from an old crud like clunky cell phone. How'd he know? Was beyond me, but he managed to look up the number. Turns out the area code doesn't even belong to our state."
Silence.
"Well? Spit it out! Where is he?" Jazz lightened up.
Danielle seemed to have paused for a few seconds. Only to let out a long string of vapor from her mouth. "Uh-oh." She whispered.
"Don't tell me-"
"Shh! Stay behind me." Danielle turns her back on Jazz. From the corner of the block they were on, three flats away, a tall, pale middle aged woman with stringy straw hair, wearing a white dress smudged in what appeared to be dried blood, slowly flew into sight. She had company at her side. Two little identical boys with jacked up faces wearing tailored grey suits, shorts, & dress shoes. The woman gave a quick sickly glance at Danielle & she whipped foward. "AH. CRUD! I was hoping you wouldn't notice me!" Danielle quickly put up her defenses with glowing green fists. Danielle violently wrung a fist forward throwing a ghastly blast at the woman. Only to have missed & hit a lamppost into pieces. She then flew scouting for the pale woman. It would appear she was gone.
It wasn't over though. Danielle heard a scream.
"JAZZ! NO!" She dove down to the stoop. Only to find Jazz collapsed on the stairs with a frozen terrified look on her face . . .
"ALL RIGHT. START TALKING!" Maddie screeched in the hospital. "NOW." The woman might've been really short with gentle features in the face that wouldn't allow her to get angry, but she could seriously be scary if you'd locked eyes with her. Her husband Jack, the big guy in an orange science suit, almost taking up the tiny waiting room, was too upset to even utter a word. Their daughter Jasmine was under observation, being run on tests, & they haven't heard from the doctors yet. Only that they've come to the conclusion that there was something seriously nureological going on, but the Fenton's knew better. It was something beyond of normal sciences. Jazz's vistors were that of her younger brother's friends. Sam & Tucker, who were under Maddie's wrath of questions.
"Where in the heck is Danny? I knew something was off the minute he never came home! Just because he saved the entire world, doesn't make it all right to do whatever he well pleases!" She rages.
The girl with the porcelain skin, raven hair & awfully dark attire was the first to speak. Although she completely regretted the first thing that escaped out her mouth, she said, "We think he might've been kidnapped by a couple of sketchy guys."
"KIDNAPPED? WHAT DO YOU MEAN KIDNAPPED?"
"Exactly what it means." The one with the red beret & thick glasses said. "One or more person taking another person against their will."
Sam elbowed the guy in the gut.
"I mean . . . Don't worry, Mrs. Fenton. I think these guys were anything but." Tucker countered.
Maddie places her right index finger & her thumb between her closed eyes. She let's out a very long sigh & she was quiet for quite a while before she spoke again. "Start from the beginning." She finally says after a solid ten minutes.
The disappearences of their daily ghost friends. The two sketchy guys pretending to be FBI, then a gym teacher & a newly hired janitor. Danny's curiousity as to why the ghosts disappeared. Then his sudden disappearing. Yup. Now the uprising of new gruesome ghosts, people collapsing, Jazz collapsing & how Danny needs to get home ASAP.
"Well?" Maddies crosses her arms.
"Well . . . What Mrs. Fenton?" Sam responded
"Where is he? I'm quite certain you two have already figure that out by now. Right?"
A pause. Then.
"Lebanon, Kansas." Tucker finished.
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