One night, Danny and Tucker were over at Sam's house. While Tucker made popcorn downstairs, Danny and Sam were trying to decide what movie to watch. Suddenly, Danny's ghost sense went off.
A voice yelled, "BEWARE! I AM THE—"
"…Box Ghost," Sam and Danny said at the same time, finishing his sentence for him.
The Box Ghost entered through the wall. "Danny, I need your help with something!" he said, surprising the two humans. "I need to know if there's anything I need to know about how to talk to women."
"Really?" Sam asked. "So who is the poor sucker—I mean victim—I MEAN GIRL!!! Whew."
"Only the most beautiful woman in either realm—the Lunch Lady," the Box Ghost replied, a dreamy look in his eyes.
"THE LUNCH LADY?!"
"Yes!"
"Since when have you liked the Lunch Lady?" Danny asked with a tone of surprise and disbelief.
The Box Ghost answered, "Since earlier today, when I saw her glorious box-shaped purse!"
"Of course," Sam sighed.
"Listen, I'm just really worried about being rejected and having to spend the rest of my afterlife alone and unloved by everyone but my precious boxes, so I really need to make a good impression and blah blah blah blah blah…" The more the Box Ghost talked, the less Danny and Sam could take. Finally they snapped and began to wail on him, Danny having gone ghost. Tucker came in through the door.
"Sam, could you tell me where the—"
"OW! OW! OW! NOT THE FACE! NOT THE FACE! HEY! DON'T SHOOT THAT GHOST RAY AT MY FRONT POCKET! THAT'S WHERE I KEEP ALL MY TINY BOXES! OW! MY ARM! OW! MY LEG! OW! MY—wow, I didn't even know I had that part! AAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
"Umm, I'll just, uhh, find it myself thanks… please don't hurt me…" Tucker said, slowly closing the door.
End of chapter one.
Well, what do you think? The Box Ghost is so fun to write for, isn't he? The next chapter'll have Ember and Youngblood in it! Review!