Disclaimer: I do not own any original characters or Danny's catch phrase 'I'm goin' ghost!'

Hey guys, to those of you who look at my profile, kudos to you! You can skip right to the story! To those who don't, I'll hopefully try to put up chapters 4-7 this week but no guarantees that they will get up. Back to the world of Phantom!

BTW! Danny has new powers that are either more evolved than his in the TV show or new ones all together!

"Huh?" My brain was officially shot. I'd never shown any symptoms for ghost powers before, so why the sudden change to a Halfa? But who ever said I was a Halfa? Looking at my hands, I saw the turn invisible, and then turn solid again.

"This is soooooo sick!" I shouted and fist pumped . . . the ceiling. Oops.

"Abby? What's going on in there?" I heard my dad say from the other side of the door. Watching the knob turn, I attempted to turn invisible. My dad opened the door, and his eyes flooded with surprise. Then anger.

"Okay ghost, I know you're in here. . ." he growled, "I'm goin' ghost!" I watched as a pair of blue-silver rings appeared around my dad's waist and shot upwards/downwards, turning his baggy jeans and white/red shirt into a black jump suit with white gloves, hair, and details. He opened his eyes and his typically blue eyes were ectoplasmic green.

"Whoa," I said and backed up into one of the ceiling corners. My dad growled and his head turned in my direction. As he opened his mouth, a sliver of icy blue breath snaked out and moved in my direction. As the tendril hit my face, my vision blurred and my body went cold.

"D-d-dad," I said, turning my self visible again, "I-it's ju-just muh-muh-me" I felt a thin layer of ice covering me, and I couldn't stop it from growing.

"Nice try, Amorpho. But I know those red eyes anywhere. Tell Skulker I said hello." He reached into my dresser (Ewww!) and pulled out a Fentonthermos 2000 and beamed me in. When the ray caught me, I felt my body get torn into it. Once sucked in, I screamed, "DAD! IT'S REALLY ME ABBY! I GOT GHOST POWERS1" But I just heard him chuckle and hit the side of the thermos against the wall. I heard his muffled voice say "Have fun back in the Ghost Zone loser."

I was jostled around in the tight space on every turn and stair. And considering I felt like I had my limbs tied to different goats heading in different directions, been cooked and flipped like a pancake, and had been bent in half (I could literally kick myself in the head without trying to), it was realllly small in here. Oh, and it's not like I could faze through it, considering it had ectoplasmic lined walls and was entirely ghost fazing proof. Yupp, I'm pretty sure they thought of everything.

Suddenly, I was sucked out of the cylinder and into a box outside of the thermos. When I looked up, I saw my dad with rage filled eyes. I moved to sit down when a jolt was sent through me. My whole body arched in pain as I let out an ear splitting shriek. I smelled something burning and I saw that my back was smoking. Why does smoke flesh smell like bacon. Okay, I'm officially a vegetarian.

"What did you do with Abby?" growled my dad, "Tell me or I'll shock you again,"

"I. . . am. . . Abby," I managed to say through tortured gasps. A short buzzing noise and I was shocked again.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH ABBY?" he howled, shaking the cage. When I didn't respond, he shocked me again. I looked up, his lips were moving, but it sounded like I was underwater. Soon, my vision started to turn black around the edges, but I somehow managed to stay conscience long enough to watch a blue ring move past my eyes. Then, I blacked out.