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Legend:

"Someone is talking."

'Someone is thinking.'

"A technique is being used."

Chapter Eleven:

"Why are you cats staring at me like that?" Sidney asked as he stared at the three stunned expressions of his friends' faces through the plastic lenses that made up the dolls eyes.

After Sidney finished his question, silence descended on the room; Danny, Sam, and Tucker each tried to shake off their sudden confusion from the odd sight in front of them. It didn't take very long before their brains rebooted and questions began to fly from their opened mouths.

"What happened?"

"Are you okay?"

"How are you in the plushy?"

Sidney held up his ha—err, his new flipper to try and stop the sudden deluge of questions that were being thrown at him, "Stop! I-I can't answer you cats' q-questions unless you stop asking them! Please, you cats are really blowing your tops off!"

Danny, Tucker, and Sam stopped talking before they looked at each other for a moment, allowing Sidney to breathe a little easier. After a moment, it was silently decided that Sam would ask the first question, so she turned away from her friends and looked straight at Sidney.

"Why are you in my Prinny plushy?" Sam crossed her arms as she asked this question, an expectant expression on her face.

"M-my body was wounded pretty badly by Skulker, usually I would use my e-ectoplasm to heal myself, but I used most of it up in the fight. Normally maintaining my f-form requires a small amount of passive energy, but if I p-possess an inanimate object, I can use that energy to h-heal myself." Sidney answered.

As Sidney was saying this, he tried to stand up on the bed only to fall down as he wasn't used to his new peg-legs. He kept up at this until he finally managed it, though his peg-legs were wobbly and he had to lean on Sam's pillow for some support.

"How can you heal yourself?" Tucker asked with a confused expression on his face. "I mean, your just hiding in that plushy…"

"My body is made o-out of ectoplasm, so I can c-control it even in this body. Normally I would wait for my ectoplasm to regenerate on its own but because of my wounded state I couldn't heal fast enough. Fortunately while I'm in this plushy, I can focus on healing and a-absorbing some residual ectoplasm that's in the air. And since ectoplasm g-gathers around areas with a lot of emotions, I j-just need to be around a large place that generates a lot of e-emotions… I'll use them to draw forth r-residual ectoplasm and heal myself with it." Sidney answered, almost falling over as he adjusted his footing on the soft bed.

"Residual ectoplasm?" Danny asked. "I though you said that ectoplasm only existed within the Ghost Zone."

Sidney nodded, "I did… but, I-I've noticed that there is some traces of ectoplasm in the air of this town; it's mostly a-at your school and Danny's h-house."

Danny's eyes widened in realization; those two places were where he, Sam, and Tucker had fought all of the Ghosts. He had fought the Lunch Lady and Sidney at his school, while he and Sidney had fought against Skulker in his room.

"L-looks like Danny got it." Sidney observed before he stopped trying to walk, plopping down onto Sam's comforter.

"Got what?"

Sidney unzipped his new fanny-pack and began rummaging around inside of it, "You guys h-have fought against Ghosts at your s-school and I helped Danny against S-Skulker at his house… and at the j-junkyard."

"So, how does that relate to there being residual ectoplasm?" Tucker asked.

Sam finally put the pieces together, "Sidney, whenever Danny fights a Ghost, they both use a lot of energy. Does… does that energy stay around, even after the fight's over and they've left?"

"I t-think so… but I've never seen it f-first hand before." Sidney replied.

"Oh my God! I forgot to lock the window!" Sam cried after a moment, eyes widening in realization. "If my parents find it…. C'mon, we need to get moving! Tucker you stay here and take care of Sydney, me and Danny will take care of the window."

Then without any warning whatsoever, Sam quickly grabbed Danny's arm and dragged him out in the hall, not even allowing him to stand back up. She then proceeded to pull Danny with her, dragging him face first across the floor, as she ran like a woman possessed. Even as Sam ran she ignored the muffled protest that Danny was trying to say as he was dragged across the carpeting of her home.

The two teenagers had made it through a few hallways and passed a few dozen doors before the black-haired girl had finally slowed down, eventually stopping in the middle of a hallway. Danny got up from the floor and rubbed his sore face, still red from being pulled along the ground.

"Why didn't you listen to me Sam? I told you that I'd already locked that window." Danny asked as he stopped rubbing his sore face and looked towards his female best friend.

Sam was silent for a moment before she sighed, "We need to talk Danny."

XXXXXX

-San Diego: Amtrak train station-

Tia Harribel leaned against a hard brick wall as she waited for the next train to Nevada to arrive. Even when she was in a seemingly relaxed state, she was keeping an eye out for any potential threats towards her or her three Fracción. Finding nothing currently amiss, the blonde-haired Arrancar allowed herself to relax slightly, shifting to get into a more comfortable position on the wall.

As the minutes wore, on Apacci sighed from her position on another nearby bench, "I wish we could just find the Arrancar that Aizen-sama wanted us to find already. It's already been a month and a half since we started looking and we're no closer to finding it then when we started."

"Aww… are you tired Apacci?" Mila-Rose asked with a smirk, leaning forward on the back of the bench in front of Apacci that she and Sung-Sun were sitting on. "Do you need to take a nap, baby?"

"Shut up Mila-Rose! The only reason you're happy is because you got hit on by that guy with the stupid name in Santa Barbara!" Apacci retorted.

Mila-Rose stood up from the bench, a furious expression on her face.

"You leave Gus out of this! Besides, I bet you're angry because no one bothered to hit on you with that child-like body of yours!" Mila-Rose shouted.

Apacci's eyes narrowed into slits as she stood up as well, "Child-like body? How dare you call me that you stupid cow!"

"Stupid cow! Why I outta—" Mila-Rose shouted, only to be interrupted as Sung-Sun pulled the back of her shirt downwards, sending her falling back into her seat.

"It is unladylike to be yelling so loudly." Sung-Sun stated calmly, seeming to be unaware of Mila-Rose's heated gaze. "It makes us all seem weak and incompetent, well…" Sung-Sun turned her head to gaze at Mila-Rose and Apacci, "… most of us anyways."

"I dare you to say that again!"

In a very rare occurrence, Tia tuned out her fracción's argument, which steadily grew in volume and threats, and turned her attention to her own thoughts.

'Apacci's right; this mission is taking way too long. We're wasting precious time with every day that we search for this Arrancar, time that we could be using far more effectively.' Tia frowned, before she spared a glance to her still-quarreling Fracción. 'They need more time to master their Resurreccións and gain control of Ayon. As it is, they are only a threat when they work together… but any Seated Shinigami officer would give them trouble. They need to get stronger if they are to participate in the upcoming war...let alone survive it.'

"Attention passengers, the 6:00 PM train to Las Vegas, Nevada will be arriving in ten minutes."

Tia looked up when she heard this announcement from over the intercom, though it was slightly hard to hear because her fracción were still arguing.

"Mila-Rose, Apacci, Sung-Sun… stop arguing this instant."

At her command, all three of her fracción stopped their childish bickering mid-squabble, mouths hanging slightly open before they closed it. The three of them then looked down to the floor in apparent shame for their quarrel.

Tia let out a breath of hot air, "It's not that I'm mad at you three, it's just that I can't stand to see you fighting with each other all the time. How can I expect you to fight with me if you're too distracted fighting each other?"

At this statement Mila-Rose, Apacci, and Sung-Sun looked up at her for a moment with shocked expressions of their faces before they looked down once more. A heavy, tense silence descended onto the group, which lasted until their train arrived.

"Come now you three." Tia said as she pushed herself off the wall, picking up her passenger bag as she began walking towards the nearest platform. "It's time to go."

"Yes, Lady Harribel."

XXXXXX

-Scott Air Force Base: Decommissioned Airfield-

Nicolai Technus was currently floating above an enormous airfield that was filled with the scattered remains of numerous rundown, military-grade aircraft.

Despite being a military base, it was surprisingly easy to get here; obviously, the American government had never expected a Ghost to try and infiltrate the base.. He had simply turned intangible to get through the gates, whereupon he had temporarily possessed a few Humans to get some information; rotation schedules, information about each airfield, and about the bases' security protocols.

Now, he was at one of the Scott Air Force Base's decommissioned airfields, knowing that he had a brief five minute window before the next rotation of guards showed up. However, with his power over technology, five minutes was one minute, forty seconds more time than he needed.

"Well, well..." Technus mused as he caught sight of an old, rusted Stealth Bomber which was partially concealed by Douglas C-1 transport aircraft. "That looks very hip. And what would those kids say…? Ah, yes… It's very "cool" too."

Technus floated downwards until he was level with the downed bomber, "Hmm, this looks to be a fixer-upper job, but to me "The Master of Technology", this won't be a problem." Technus then floated towards the plane and put his gloved hand on the side of the rusted Stealth Bomber. From his fingertips, an intricate web of dark-green circuitry spread across the rusted Stealth bomber, consuming the entire plane in a matter of seconds.

Webs of the dark circuitry leapt from the plane and lunged at the surrounding metal, devouring it like how a squid devours fish in the ocean. The absorbed metal made the circuits bulge as it was drawn through them and towards the Stealth Bomber. After a few more minutes the extended circuits returned to the plane and were reabsorbed into the main body revealing the Stealth Bomber with a few "upgrades" to it.

Instead of the Stealth Bomber's former gray-black color, it was now a pristine black with numerous green and white-colored, circuit-like lines spreading across its surface. The windows of the upgraded aircraft were tinted a dark-red color. To finish it off, the "circuitry" on the bomber seemed to be pulsing with an eerie light-green light every few seconds.

"Now it's even more hip than it was before!" Technus exclaimed proudly after he had removed his hand from his new ride before he tapped his forehead in a thoughtful manner. "What do the youngsters call it? Oh, yes… it is quite a "sick" ride now."

Technus thought about what else could be said about his now "pimped out ride" before he shook his head to remove any stray thoughts. Technus then snapped his fingers causing the hatch of his new aircraft to pop open, allowing him to enter the cockpit. He quickly sat down onto the leather chair and turned both of his hands intangible. With a fast punch, Technus plunged his hands into the control panel, allowing his consciousness to fuse with the plane.

After a moment to get use to the fusion, Technus closed his eyes and concentrated. It was only a second later when the plane's engines revved up with an audible purr, the circuit-like lines on the outside of the plane turning bright neon green.

Technus opened his eyes and turned his head in the general direction of Amity Park, "I'll be back, but for now I have other hip and "cool" things to do. Я вернусь."

With that goodbye, Technus' plane slowly lifted off of the ground where it came to hover a good thirty feet in mid-air. After a moment of silence, the plane sped off towards to horizon with a sonic boom, causing the alarms within the base to start blaring.

XXXXXX

-Amity Park: The Manson's mansion-

After Sam had said that "they needed to talk", she had led Danny down through another hallway before they entered another room.

The room they entered was painted a dark-red with a nice and polished hardwood floor. It also had some beautiful, dark-brown furniture that was arranged in a half-crescent before a good-sized fireplace that had possessed a small stack of logs inside.

On the mantle of the fireplace, as well as on the coffee table before the couch and the side table near the loveseat, were pictures held within dark frames. These pictures were both old and new, and showed a variety of people that Danny guessed to be relatives of Sam or her parents. The pictures on the mantle were different from the ones on the tables; the ones on the mantle contained pictures of Sam hanging out with Danny and Tucker. Some were from they first met when they were eight, to them hanging out at the Nasty Burger.

After entering the beautiful room, Sam led Danny over to the couch, where they sat down on its comfortable cushions. Both were silent for a bit as neither one wanted to be the one to start what the both of them knew was going to be a difficult talk. Eventually though, Danny spoke up to break the silence.

"Sam do you… do you really blame yourself for the accident?" He asked.

Sam looked down towards her skirt, suddenly finding some lint on it very interesting, as her hands started to fidget, a clear sign of her unease. Danny could see the signs of his friend's distress and decide to calm her down the only way that he knew how.

He poked her in the head.

"Hey!" Sam automatically slapped his fingers away before rubbing the newly-formed red mark on her forehead. She then proceeded to level Danny with an annoyed glare. "You know I hate it when you do that!"

Danny smiled at her sudden change in attitude; it was good to see his friend return to normal, if only for a moment. "Well, I wouldn't have had to do that if you hadn't been all mopey in the first place and had answered my question." Sam's eyes flashed with anger at being called "mopey", before she forced herself to let it go. Her face then became resigned and her shoulders slumped slightly, as if what was about to be said was too much for them. When she spoke, it was in a voice that was thick with guilt.

"I… I guess I do feel guilty about it. I mean, how could I not feel guilty about it?" Sam buried her face into her hands, her voice starting to waiver slightly. "Every time you fight a Ghost… hell, every time you transform, I'm reminded that it's my fault that you're like this."

'Sam…' Danny thought forlornly as he finally glimpsed the guilt his friend had been carrying, this saddened him because he should've noticed it sooner; they were best friends how couldn't he notice her feelings? Maybe if he had noticed earlier he could have helped her alleviate her fears, she shouldn't have had to carry that kind of burden on her own.

"I was the one who made you go into the portal, so it's my fault that you became an Arrancar. I convinced you by mentioning Jazz, knowing how you wouldn't want her to get the praise for fixing it." By this point, Sam was openly bawling.

Danny moved over before he drew his friend close to his body and hugged her tightly. Sam grabbed his shirt, as if it was a lifeline, balling the soft material in her hands as she cried within the warmth of Danny's arms.

"I-I'm scared Danny…" Sam hiccupped into her friend's chest, feeling a bit reassured when she felt his arms tighten around her. "I'm so… so s-scared when I see you go off to fight a G-Ghost. I'm scared that… one of t-them might be too strong…that you might not come b-back. "

Danny's eyes widened for a second before they softened, "I'm not going—"

"Don't make empty promises! I know you, and I know that you would give yourself up if it meant that you'd be able to protect us, Danny!" Sam interrupted as she looked up from Danny's chest and locked her red-rimmed eyes with Danny's, daring him to refute her statement.

After a moment, Danny looked away effectively admitting defeat in their silent argument. He knew what Sam was saying was true, but this wasn't supposed to be about him. It was supposed to be about how she felt, and how he could try and help her get over it.

Sam sighed. "But you know… that isn't what I'm most afraid of, Danny. The thing that I'm most afraid of is that you'll lose yourself to your own power. That you won't be you anymore."

"What?"

"In your fight with Skulker, after… after Tucker was thrown away in that explosion… you became really angry, you were like a completely different person." Sam explained softly, though her voice sounded quite loud in the sudden quietness of the room. "You're eyes changed… becoming darker and filled with anger, hatred, and a lust for blood. It was horrible!"

As Sam spoke, Danny's eyes widened slightly before he felt something within him snap. He could see memories that he couldn't consciously recall; flashes of him ripping into Skulker's chest, blasting Skulker away with a strange form of Cero, the look of fear on Sam's face as she looked upon them.

Once the memories had passed, Danny was left stunned. From what he could catch from within those flashes of memory, he could see why Sam would be afraid of him. Even though he couldn't concisely remember those events he still felt an overpowering sense of bloodlust and rage in them; it was like his body was taken over by another entity, one composed of only hatred and rage.

Before Danny could further delve into his suppressed memories, he was snapped out of his stunned state due to the fact that he felt his shirt getting damp. Danny looked down only to see Sam crying again and immediately went to comfort her. He pulled her close once more, allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder as he rubbed her back somewhat awkwardly.

"Shh… it's okay, Sam. It's okay. Everything's going to be okay." Danny soothed for a couple of minutes, repeating his soft reassurances over and over again. Once Sam had calmed down, he spoke again. "I don't blame you for what happened Sam. It was never your fault. "

Sam looked like she was about to speak up in protest, but Danny silenced her with a glance.

"But Danny… what if what h-happened to you in the junkyard happens again? What if… what if the n-next time you don't come back?" Sam asked.

Danny let a small smile grow on his lips at his friend's question, which made Sam slightly angry. Why would Danny be smiling now, after she had just asked him a very serious question?

"Sam even if I return to that berserker state I'll always return to normal and do you know why?" Danny asked.

Sam slowly shook her head at this, confusion evident in her eyes.

"Because, I have people that I need to protect, and I can't very well do that if I'm in that state." Danny said.

Sam looked up at Danny with wonder in her eyes, having never realized how mature her friend had become in the past months. However, a few moments later, she finally realized what position she and her friend were in. Her cheeks reddened in a blush that would shame any tomato or strawberry.

It was only a few moments later that Danny too realized the compromising position that they were in and, flushing, released Sam. Both teenagers then separated from one another before settling down, leaving an awkward silence between them.

"… I-I'm sorry I got your shirt w-wet, Danny." Sam murmured.

Danny looked at his friend for a moment before he gave her a small smile, "It's nothing, Sam. I'm just glad that you were able to get all that out" Danny paused for a moment here, a serious expression forming on his face. "It wasn't healthy for you to have held in that amount of guilt inside for that long."

"… I know it wasn't, but I… I didn't want to worry you. You already had so much on your plate as it was." Sam admitted softly.

"You're my friend Sam." Danny said. "You should always tell me if there's something wrong, no matter if I have a lot on my plate or not."

The two teenagers were silent for a minute or two before Sam spoke up, "… We have to go back. Otherwise, Tucker might start to worry; we've been gone for a while."

"Okay." Danny said as he stood up, before helping Sam to her feet. "Let's go."

XXXXXX

-Illinois: Amity Park-

After Sam and Danny had gotten back to Sam's room, Tucker had questioned them about why it took them so long to just close a window.

Sam had made up a believable lie that soon after she and Danny had left her room, they were almost caught by her father when they passed his study. To avoid beaning found they hid in a nearby room until her dad had left the hallway. The black-haired girl had then gone on to explain how, after her dad had gone away, they had carefully retraced their steps back to the window and shut it.

Tucker had looked suspicious about their story, but in the end he accepted it anyways, relieving both Danny and Sam. They then discussed, as a group, what they would be doing regarding Sidney's current situation. It had taken a couple minutes before they came up with a plan to take Sidney to school with them, so that he would be able to absorb the ectoplasm there to heal himself.

While they weren't at school Sidney would be staying at Danny's house so he could absorb the latent ectoplasm there, hopefully being in close proximity to the ghost portal. Danny had been unhappy at this decision, after all why hide the injured ghost in the house owned by ghost hunters. Tucker and Sam wouldn't let it go though so they argued with him until he eventually agreed to take Sidney home with him.

Almost as soon as the "Sidney Issue" was resolved, another issue came up; what was Danny supposed to get for his dad's birthday? Sam, however, had quickly fixed that problem by flipping open her cellphone and dialing a number. Before they could say "what are you doing?", Sam had ordered a whole pound of Vanilla Fudge and two pounds of Maple Walnut Fudge. She told Danny that he should expect the fudge to be delivered to his house at 6:00 AM the next day.

Danny had been shocked at how easy Sam had solved his problem, to which he thanked her very much for helping him out of this situation. Sam had blushed a bit at his thanks and had waved it saying that's what friends are for. Unfortunately this did nothing to prevent Tucker from teasing Sam about her reddened cheeks.

It was shortly after this that everyone had said goodbye, agreeing to meet again tomorrow at Danny's house for his father's birthday party. Tucker and Sam had been invited to Jack's birthday party since they were always welcome in his house, along with several of Jack's adult friends that Jack had known for years.

Once that was out of the way, Sam had led Danny, Tucker, and Sidney, who was on Danny's back like a backpack, out of her parent's house through the same window that they used to get in. She waved goodbye to them as they climbed out of her home before she shut the window for the final time that night.

Tucker and Danny had walked together for a while, just talking about normal stuff, with Sydney ocassionally asking questions about modern day pop-culture and lingo, before they went their separate ways. After they had separated, Danny had walked the rest of the way back to his home. When he reached his house he walked to under the lamppost that was outside his window and used his sky stepping ability to walk up to his window. When he finally made his way back into his room he groaned at the sight of it, as it looked like a tornado had blown threw it and destroyed a good portion of it.

Danny sighed, "I guess I'll have to clean this up before my parents see it…"

"I'll h-help, Danny." Sidney mumbled from Danny's back, causing Danny to look back at him with a raised eyebrow. "T-that way you'll finish f-faster and can go to bed. I m-mean, today's been pretty k-kooky."

"Thanks, Sidney." Danny said with gratitude in his voice.

Danny then set Sidney on the ground and watched, with no small amount of amusement, as Sidney conjured a small broom made of paper. He chuckled slightly as he went down to the kitchen to get his own cleaning supplies, leaving Sidney to start brushing Skulker's leftover nanobots into his trashcan. Once he came back, around four minutes later, he saw that Sidney was hard at work mopping up the puddles of melted ice and went to help him.

After twenty minutes of near-silent work, with one three-minute pause when they heard a sound from outside the room, Danny and Sidney finally got the former's room back into a respectable condition. Danny looked around the now-clean room for a moment before he thanked Sidney for his help and got into bed. He didn't even bother to change into his pajamas; he was simply too tired to bother. Danny watched as Sydney climbed onto his desk and made himself a small futon from the papers in the drawers.

As Danny looked up at his ceiling he couldn't help but remember that had lied earlier in his conversation with Sam.

'I told her that I wasn't afraid of my powers, but that isn't true. It's true that I was able to bring myself back from my madness but am I strong enough to do it again?' Danny thought

As Danny lay on his bed, letting his self-doubts and fears eat away at him, he couldn't help but remember Skulker's words of malicious scorn.

'That Arrancar may not look like it, but he is a monster…' Skulker's voice whispered. 'His whole race are monsters.'

'Is what Skulker said true? Am I really just a monster?'

With these thoughts plaguing his tired mind Danny went to sleep in the hopes of getting a good night's rest, so that his memories would fade like a terrible nightmare. Sadly, that hope was not meant to be.

Sidney's Encyclopedia:

Sidney looked up at his Head of Security, "Are y-you sure that no-one can get i-in? I haven't been o-on in a while… and I-I've heard that S-Skulker managed to break in."

"I have managed to… acquire… a Ghost Shield from Maddie and Jack Fenton, which will prevent any Ghost from entering the premises." The uniformed woman responded to the three foot tall penguin. "I also have buffed up security so no Ghost-Hunters will be able to enter the building undetected."

"A-Alright." Sidney shuffled on his peg-legs.

XXXXXX

"Welcome to a-another segment of Poindexter's Encyclopedia!" Sidney announced somewhat shakily, ruffling his new tuxedo slightly at the warm applause the audience gave him.

"T-Thank you." Sidney murmured before he took a deep breath. "Today we will be talking about r-residual ectoplasm and its effects on the environment."

Sidney then turned—wobbled—on his peg-legs so that he was facing the enormous flat-screen behind him before he pressed the big red button on his remote-control that he pulled from his fanny back. The screen then flared to life as the lights dimmed and then, when it was near pitch-black, a series of brief clips about the most-recent Ghost attacks on Amity Park began to show.

However, near the end of each of these clips, Sidney used his remote-control to zoom in on a section of the screen. This, in turn, caused hundreds of formerly-unseen, bright-green particles to become visible to the audience.

"Those p-particles on the screen are actually ectoplasm that is leftover from when a ghost fights… which are t-then drawn to the nearest source of e-emotions which can sustain it." Sidney explained. "S-some examples are schools, hospitals, playgrounds, or even a lived-in home."

A brown-haired member of the audience stood up, "Mr. Poindexter, Mr. Poindexter!"

"Yes?" Sidney replied.

"Can you explain how this ectoplasm effects the environment?" The audience-member asked.

"After being a-attracted to a place and "sinking in"… the ectoplasm will attract other spiritual beings to it, sort of l-like cat-nip." Sidney explained, causing some members of the audience to begin shouting in alarm. "B-but! It doesn't attract H-hollows! Ectoplasm only attracts G-Ghosts!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I thought you said that spiritual beings were attracted to ectoplasm!"

"Why wouldn't it attract Hollows?"

Sidney stumbled backwards from the sudden deluge of questions, "H-Hollows dislike the taste of G-Ghost energy so they stay away f-from it! They like p-people with Reiatsu more than t-they like ectoplasm!"

"Get him!"

Before the audience could move to "get" Sidney, the skylight above them was broke open. Millions of tiny glass shards rained down upon the audience as two eerily familiar figures descended from ropes, with Sidney backing up in fear.

It was them! Those two horrid Ghost-Hunters that had almost captured him!

"We got here just in time, Maddie. It looks like Ghosts have taken over the audience!" Jack Fenton said as he landed, causing Sidney to stumbled back in shock. "And a little girl must've left her toy on stage! After we get rid of the Ghosts in the audience, we must find the little girl who the toy belongs to!"

Sidney was dazed, 'T-this can't be happening… can it? They're actually on… m-my side?'

"Alright Jack. Now—" Maddie pulled out a Fenton Bazooka, "let's do this!"

A/N: Author's Note: There has been some confusion as to if Danny can be seen be regular Humans. So, allow me to clear that up.

In places that have been attacked by Ghosts [Casper High, the Fenton's Residence, & the junkyard], a Ghost's energy and ectoplasm will sink into the ground. This allows people within those areas to see other spiritual beings, as they are within a field of a Ghost's energy.