The door creaked open to reveal a small, nearly empty room. The flickering light of a television bouncing off of the walls and making every color seem washed out and faded, like an old black and white movie. In front of the TV, which showed nothing but a gray show interrupted by enormous amounts of static, was a little boy. He never blinked, his lank, grey eyes never leaving the screen. The young ghost behind him asked in a small voice--
"Hello?" It was strange to be frightened of a little boy who had his eyes glued to a flickering screen, absolutely transfixed. "Have you…seen a present around here anywhere?"
The young boy's head did a three sixty, his eyes angry, so angry it scared him, and the young ghost thought about fleeing right then.
"Get. Out of. MY. ROOM!" With each word the boy grew from an innocent child into a hideous monster, towering over the previously larger ghost. The monster's eyes were red as blood, its razor sharp teeth not even fitting in its mouth because of their size. The white fangs dripped with saliva as it hungered for the young ghosts flesh--punishment was needed to show the ghost how rude it was to interrupt and intrude. The monster lurched towards him, it's hideous eyes manic and its matted fur standing on end as it approached to sink its teeth into--
Danny stopped narrating his story and looked around the campfire at his classmates in confusion. That was one of the most tame experiences he'd had in the Ghost Zone, one that had nearly slipped his mind to make room for the more severe horrors he'd experienced as a half-ghost superhero. It had terrified him too, early on, but when he looked back on his intrusion on that little boy on his mission to get his parents' anniversary present back, it didn't hold a candle to some of his fights with Plasmius.
His classmates, Mr. Lancer, and Tetslaff all looked a bit pale and shaky. Dash's teeth were chattering, Paulina and Star were hugging each other desperately, and Mikey had dived behind one of the logs around the campfire around which they had all gathered that night.
Sam popped a marshmallow into her mouth nonchalantly, and Tucker looked pleased at Danny's story's effect on the others. They had, of course, been through much worse as well.
"Mr. Fenton," Lancer finally said, "maybe you should let someone else tell a story now."
Danny, Sam, and Tucker shrugged.
"Okay," Danny said, nonplussed.
Oh come on, who could tell a better ghost story than those three? XD
Also, I know that monster kid didn't really try to eat him. What, he's not allowed to embellish a little?