When they all heard that the twins were gone, Stinkie and Fatso almost couldn't have been happier, but they didn't like to see Stretch upset. Kat and James felt sorry too. James knew the feeling of loving a child, and having it taken away was nothing happy about. And Stretch had twins. Kat also knew what it was like to miss a loved one. She missed her mom.

Stretch was still upset and would be for awhile. He refused to eat and be around anyone. He only sat in the nursery and sulked. Casper was the only one he allowed in.

Casper soon came in one day and told him that the Ghost father was coming. Stretch looked up. "Thanks Casper."

He hated to see his uncle this way. The only way to make him happy again would be to get the babies back.

Stretch reluctantly came out to meet the Ghost father. When he had come a little over a year ago, Stretch was a mean spirited ghost. Stinkie and Fatso were the same to him, but when he saw Stretch, he saw the bandage around his stomach and he was very sad.

"What happened to you Stretch?" He asked.

"Ghost Father, let's just say I know what it's like to be a father now. I just lost my twins to the mother. She stole them from me and hurt me in the process."

"She hurt you? Stretch, you are in no condition for fighting." James said.

"I had no choice. I had to try to save them. She made the incision on my stomach her target to get me out of the way long enough for her to take them from their own cribs!"

"Here, here, Stretch. That is upsetting to hear. Why don't I take a look at that incision." Ghost father said.

"It's doing better now. You don't have to."

"I want to see."

"It was a c-section incision!"

"Stretch."

"Alright, but be careful." He undid the bandage himself and took it off. The stitches were revealed.

As the Father looked, he could see that the stitches looked good. It had been nearly a week now. It was nearly healed and they could come out in four days. The bandage was changed.

"I'll see to it that your babies are returned to you Stretch."

"You will?"

"Of course."

"Thanks." That did ease Stretch's mind a bit. He wanted them back so bad. But maybe keeping them here was dangerous after all. Chaos would keep on trying to get them back. He had to come up with something. It seemed that she was evil.

Ghost Father stayed for a few days. Stretch was not a servant like last time. He finally started eating again. Stinkie and Fatso were servants this time. Just them.

Everyone still felt sorry for Stretch. Casper took him back to the hospital to have his stitches removed. He still wasn't happy. He was only really happy to get the stitches out of his stomach.

The doc asked how the twins were doing. "They were stolen from me Doc. By the mother."

"That woman who was here the night they were born?"

"No. Another woman. One called Chaos. She stole them from the nursery at home. She had to hurt me just to be able to take them. If I hadn't had stitches then, I would have stood a fighting chance against her. I did my best, but I couldn't save them."

"I have pictures of them. We will keep on the lookout for them if we happen to see them." He promised.

That night, Stretch snuck out alone to where Chaos lived. He knew where she lived. When he looked in the windows first, the place was completely dormant. She was gone! There was no sign of baby things either. She had to have moved, and took his twins with her!

He had never named them yet. He needed to decide on what to call them. That is if he ever got them back.

Chaos now had what she wanted for all her afterlife. She had a boy and a girl to call her own. She never thought that Stretch would give them to her. Of course, he didn't voluntarily.

She was a real good mother. She knew when to feed them and change diapers. When to put them to bed and give attention. She knew a lot about babies. Stretch probably knew nothing about caring for babies. That's why she preferred not to give them back. She did know that he would try to look for them though. That's why she had moved. She and the twins were now over in Oregon. So far away from Friendship, Maine.

She named the girl Brenda. Her boy she named Stephen. After Stephen King. Both had somewhat fiery meanings. Because these two were both offspring of fiery personality ghosts, she was sure they would have them too one day.

Back at Whipstaff Manor, when Stretch was well enough, he searched every inch of the town and even nearby towns. He could find no trace of his babies anywhere.

The ghost police were notified of the missing babies. Hospitals and all were notified as well to keep an eye out for the missing twins.

Searches were done by Stretch and Casper, but nothing turned up. His bros played no part in it. They wanted nothing to do with it.

After a few weeks, nothing still. Stretch finally felt ready to move on a bit with his afterlife. He would always keep an eye out for his children, but he couldn't keep on hurting himself like this. He had to move on.

If Chaos was ever found, she would be arrested for kidnapping.

Stretch moved on. He was like his old self again. He only now knew what it was like to be a father. He would always look out for Chaos and his babies. But he had to move on.

The End