Ah, already at chapter eight. Thanks for all the reveiws everyone, they encourage me to continue writing.

By the way, look up an author on here known as blacklipgloss98. She's my sister. She may miss the spellcheck button every once in awhile, but her stories have some intriguing ideas.

Anyways, enough of my ramblings. On with the horrorshow!

(Warning: Some Nourtney-ness in this chapter)

Duncan

He crept through under the veil of midnight, very used to the alleyways and streets of the neighborhood he now searched. A single white blur overhead,and he had found his first ghost. It slinkd into a home of a person he knew very well...Duncan smirked.

Harold slept face-first in his bed, his pillow and drool muffling the sound of his snoring. Posters of superheroes and pictures of LeShawna covered his walls, discarded food wrappers and overturned comics dotted his entire floor. He didn't even notice as Duncan pushed his window open and slipped in."Before I save his scrawny butt...just let me do one prank. Just one."He whispered to the Terror Mask.

"Harold..."

The sleeping teen awoke with a daze, putting his glasses on and looking around for the voice that called out his name. His room was dark, so he couldn't see much. Thinking it was just a dream, he layed his head back down. Again the voice called his name. And again. Feeling paranoid, Harold sat up, eyes scanning the room for something."Who's that? I'm warning you...I have mad skills..."

No reply.

He shrugged and cautiously laid back down, closing his eyes once more. Something poked his face. He opened his eyes to see a hockey-masked face staring right back at him."Hi Harold."

He jumped out of bed with a scream. Leaping a little too high, and smacked his head on the ceiling, only to crash down into a pile of trash."Don't kill me Jason!"Harold yelped out, as he had watched a Friday the 13th movie only hours ago before going to bed. Duncan fell to the floor laughing."Oh my GOD! It hurts...it hurts!"He breathed out through the laughs, clutching his side. After catching his breath and the laughing fit had passed, Duncan stood up.

"Duncan...?"Harold stood up, showing contempt for his mocker.

"What are you doing here? And what's with that stupid costume? Halloween's like a month away!"He approached the delinquent, grabbing at the mask and trying to pull it off."Ow! Watch it, dorko! This thing is attached to my skin now!"He pushed Harold off.

"Listen, it's a long story. All you need to know is that I'm here to save your life. Now shut up and go hide in your closet."Duncan grabbed Harold by his shirtsleeve and began pulling him towards the closet. The lankier teen slipped out of Duncan's grip, dusting himself off."Why would you protect me? And from what?"

"Enough of the questions! Just do what I say or toss you into that closet."

As Duncan finished, a small growl came from inside said closet."Harold...what do you have in there?"Duncan's hand inched towards the chainsaw hanging from his back, slowly bringing it forward and keeping his free hand on the revving cord.

"My comic book collection. I have every issue of Owl Man, y'know."He said this proudly.

"SHUT UP AND GET UNDER THE BED."The Terror Mask finally intervened, it's horrifying voice convincing Harold enough to do as it said.

Just seconds later, a monstrosity composed of paper and colored ink surged out of the closet, engulfing Duncan in it's folds."A monster made of comic books...that's the best this stupid ghost could come up with?"Duncan shoved his chainsaw into the papery skin, slicing it to shreds. He ran th chainsaw through the monster several more times until there was confetti fluttering everywhere in the room.

"You owe me one, nerd."The chainsaw's buzzing died down, and Duncan carried it on his back once more. He waved Harold goodbye, and was out of the window in no time.

"And you owe me another priceless comic collection! GOSH!"Harold shouted back.

He followed each of the creature's trails, eliminating each of them one by one. He had finished already five of them. The sixth one flew overhead leading him into the more..upper-class region of the homes.

"Why...why did it have to pick her house?"Duncan sighed.

"What? You know this girl?"The Terror Mask asked, searching for memories of the home before them.

"Oh...this could be awkward."The Mask said after finding the right images and memories Duncan referred to.

"Jump...jump."

"I am! The stupid controller won't work!"

"You keep shooting at me. Why are you doing that?"

"Like I said, the controller won't work!"

Courtney threw the game controller onto the floor with a huff, crossing her arms."Why are we up so late playing your mindless videogames again?"She asked, turning to look at Noah, who's face was glued to the television screen and his thumbs moving fluidly over his own controller.

"Because you invited me over for this little date. And, due to your cleverly chosen schedule, it was my night to pick for us what to do."He pointed out, his concentration not even broken. A monster on the screen had just decapitated Courtney's character."Thank you democracy."Noah smirked.

Suddenly the screen filled with static, and the game console had shut itself off."Thank you karma."Courtney laughed. Noah shrugged and placed the controller on the table, picking up a book beside him and began reading it."I thought you said your Dad had just bought a new state-of-the-art home entertainment system? From what I can tell, that static looks kind of downgraded from the normal ..."He said, licking his finger and flipping to the next page.

"Must be a technical problem."Courtney approached the giant plasma screen, banging the side of it with her palm.

A knocking at the front door.

"Who's here this late...?"Courtney walked across the living room to the entrance, opening the front door. Noah heard a small shriek and a male voice following it."Calm down Princess..."

"Get out of here you ogre! And...what's with that stupid costume?"

Ignoring Courtney's words, Duncan sidestepped her, walking into her home. He whistled."I had forgotten how loaded your pops was."

"I said get out of here!"She repeated, walking over and trying to drag him out by the arm.

"Hey there, Mr. Deliquent. Stopped by to rob your ex-girlfriend? Or come beat the snot out of me? I'm open to both."Noah barely took his eyes off of his book.

"Even though I wish I coud do that, I'm not. I'm just here to save both of your live's, that's all..."Duncan replied, still not budged by Courtney's pulling. She let go of him after her hand was pricked by one of the many bone spikes poppng out of his arm."Why did you glue toy spikes to your arm? It's not even Halloween yet!"She sounded annoyed as ever with him.

"Yeah, I've been getting that a lot lately..."He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"And a CHAINSAW? What's up with that?"Courtney raised her voice.

"This is exactly the reason why we broke up..."Duncan whispered to his mask."If the two of you would just go hide someplace safe, I'll handle everyth-"

Of course, this was the time the spirit had decided to cut him off. The Plasma TV shot sparks and arcs of electricity from it's chrome body, sputtering to life. The cables that attached it to wall snaked out, forming together to make arms. Two red eyes appeared menacingly on the static-filled screen. A high-pitched wail came from the now monstrous, living television.

Noah looked up from his book, gazing at the monster with a blank expression."This is why they say tv is bad for you."