Just a warning—I have a College Physics exam on the 27th of this month…so the chapter 5 update may have to be after that date, with chapter 6 still falling on Halloween Day, only because I really want that whole of the exam to be FF-free, no-update, studious study time. Please understand.

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Dedications to: Sonnycentral, the two lovely ladies above, and Bhavana331 for being a great competition for my story!

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Also, a special shout-out to Zoe-zora, who I WISH would make an account so I could leave her wonderful responses to her reviews because I love them so! And a message to Zoe-Zora: Haha, yeah the 'dun-dun-DUN!" went through my mind at Sonny's line too, haha. But guess what? I incorporated that into THIS chapter--so you get credit for it!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, show, nor Mr. Clooney, nor the line from the JONAS episode, and speaking of which—
PS: The Halloween JONAS episode was freakishly scarily awesome!!!

After having just left the Random table to find Chad, Sonny just then spotted Chad's figure walking further from her, having her dash to reach his pace.

The boy heard the fast steps behind him, wondering who was running but heed no attention. Not unless it had something to do with the ghost, which—in truth—he was now really freaked out by.
"Hey Chad, have you seen Portlyn?" Sonny drew in her breath, clutching at her sides from running so fast as to not miss him. Chad blankly looked up from his script to find Sonny asking him a question. He then narrowed his eyes, wondering who Sonny was talking about when it dawned on him.

"Sonny," he closed his eyes in embarrassment. "One: You do know that's her character's name, right? And dos: why?" his eyebrows crinkled in thought.

Sonny shrugged, in the way that Chad always found as stupid cute. "Either way, we wanted to invite her to go trick-or-treating with us—" she beamed with her stupid-cute-shrug.
Chad's heart stopped. "—she hates the carbs," he abruptly interrupted.

Sonny frowned, bothered that Chad would actually take interest than just tell her where to find the girl. "Let me just talk to her, alright? I have to ask her a few more questions about the ghost."
But Sonny's scowl quickly lightened as Chad's pale eyes shown what she had feared.

"I…I don't know where she is," he softly muttered, tension fixed into his voice.

Sonny pursed her lips childishly. "Well where'd she go?"

Chad sighed, a bit annoyed at the moment. "Look, I don't know, ok? She told our producer on the phone that she'd be gone for a couple of days," he waved his arm aimlessly around before he remembered something. "Sounded happy though," he mumbled.
Sonny gasped. "Tawni did the same thing!"

Chad and Sonny continued walking side-by-side throughout the hallways that joined Stage 2 and 3 together. "If they'll come back, I don't see what the problem is, so I really couldn't care less," Chad shrugged.
Sonny paced on silently, wondering why their friends were going missing when she connected it to something.
"I wonder if this is anything similar to how Esser's love went missing when he died!" she excited over, proud of her cleverness when Chad scoffed, glaring at the girl.
"Sonny, just stop, alright? Someone hates us and is trying to scare us—that's all. This has nothing to do with what happened back then!" he argued. "Why should we care about what happened back then? It won't do us any good," he tried calming down though his smile was just as strained.

Sonny shook her head, tired of Chad's charade for being a rude, insolent, immature guy. At times like these, she forgot about her crush on him.

"You know, learning some history would do you some good!" she protested.
"Yeah?" Chad tilted his head in a light sneer. "How?"
Sonny tried thinking of something quick. "W-well, y-you'd actually ... respect what people before you did and all their struggles! You wouldn't be such a—"
But Chad never found out what he could had been (and luckily he hadn't) when Sonny crashed into a mild elderly lady, having all her paperwork in a manilla folder fall and sprawl about.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Sonny pleaded as she dropped to her knees to help the woman out; Chad rolled his eyes, arms crossed over his chest as he looked over the two females below.
"Nothing to worry about, dear," the woman's voice quivered as she gave Sonny a rosy heart-warming smile. The lady seemed to be in her 70's but still looked quite as fit and stylish as ever. Quickly, Sonny picked up the papers, her face still flushed from embarrassment when her eyes widen: In her hand were documents of fire insurance. The girl then looked up towards the lady to wonder why she would have fire insurance...but decided not to ask the woman about it and cheerily smiled at her before picking up more papers. The next one her shifty eyes glanced upon was a contract...

The woman could had known Sonny was looking through her stuff, or may have very well been just impatient as she hald her hand open to take the paperworks from Sonny. As fast as she could, Sonny's face rose a little bit as her eyes tried scanning the contract, reading phrases like "by the end of the month," " if the studio has had the loss of one-fourth of their..." "the studio will rightfully go to [insert name]." Before the paper had left her clutch, Sonny was just able to catch sight of a stamp near the bottom of the page. Near a signature, a trademark clearly seen was stamped in red-like wax. (to view, copy and paste http :// img . photobucket . com / albums / v479 / talukderr / mj . jpg but without the spaces).
Both ladies stood up, eying each other.
"Thank you, my dear," the elderly woman regally nodded as she calmly walked away.
Chad and Sonny watched the woman turn a corner, before Sonny toothily-grinned.
"I think that was Ms. Rodnoc!"
"What gives you that idea?"
Sonny shrugged."Because I saw MJ Rodnoc on her papers…"
Chad's head dropped. "Oh..."
"Awh, she seems nice!" She smiled, turning towards Chad. In turn, Chad couldn't help but lightly chuckle at the girl, before he composed himself, snorting. "Of course she does. She's the exact opposite of Condor—" he explained when Sonny gaped.
"Chad," her voice suddenly became muted. "she had papers of buying a studio."
The heartthrob's eyebrows narrowed speedily. "Ours?"
"I'm not sure..." Sonny muttered, feeling a sense of confusion over the many clues and lack of answers.

Momentarily, the two walked, somehow finding themselves arguing again when Sonny's eyes were drawn to a girl she had never seen before, making her way over to them. She watched as the new girl approached Chad, carrying an even more-conceited look, if there could be any, that would beat Chad's any day.

"Hello...B.C.D." the almost-girl-clone-of-Chad sneered, her voice as high as a pixie. For some reason, this girl reminded Sonny as one of the MacKenzie Falls characters—Penelope, full of herself and as dramatic.

Sonny repeatedly glanced back and forth between the two in awe when she snorted in laughter, lightly smacking the young woman's shoulder. "Ha! Good one!"

The Penelope-like girl grimaced where Sonny had just playfully hit her, her hand exaggerating as she smoothed out the wrinkles on her shoulder. Sonny noticed when she gave a peek towards Chad, that he was throwing glare left and right at Sonny, who awkwardly look down from being scorned. Chad positioned his glower back to the newcomer.

"It's C.D.C.," he corrected coldly. "And what are you doing here, Camilla Devonne Clooney?"
"Heard you guys'll be out of business soon," the girl innocently shrugged, though her composure was anything besides that.
"'Thought you guys were already out of business," Chad's smile strained.
The mask fell of the studio rival's face. "We have a hundred thousand viewers—the minimum to keep us going."
"What, are they all the stars' mommy and daddies? Your dad...Batman," Chad sarcastically smiled, alluding to the fact that Mr. Clooney once used to be Bruce Wayne, "can't save your show—no matter how many fans he has," Chad said snootily, mocking in a baby-voice.
"You just watch out," the girl spat in her high pixie-like voice. "There's gonna be another CDC here soon and it won't be you!"
The two watched as the Rodnoc star haughtily spun on her heels, strutting away.

Sonny nodded, beaming. "She seems nice too!" The expression on Chad's face as he looked at Sonny was priceless—as if he couldn't believe he had fallen in love with this loopy gal—he then rolled his eyes.
The two continued walking towards who-knew-where when Sonny tried lightening up the down-cast mood of Chad's.
"I bet if you guys were in a competition with your egos, yours would be bigger?" Sonny joked encouragingly.
"Uh-huh," Chad grunted. Sonny sighed.
"Chad, then at least help me with this mystery!" Sonny whined as they stopped in their tracks.
"This again? Seriously!?" Chad irritated. "Why should I care about some dumb mystery?"
Sonny sadly looked at Chad. "Because it would help give answers to us and maybe even save some people," she stated strongly.
Chad snorted defiantly. "Sure."

Sonny then changed the course of her plan. Hopefully she could get through Chad better if she could offer him something he could relate to. "Look, if I had as big an ego as yours, I'd do it for at least the attention," she shrugged, quietly keeping an eye on Chad's reaction as she kept her smirk hidden.
"Attention?" Chad perked up as Sonny kept her cool.
"Yeah—being not only the…" Oh no, she thought. She had to say it. But she couldn't "the…" she would have to make some sacrifices if she wanted Chad to help her, "greatest," she seethed in difficultly, "actor but also known as the bravest actor of our generation by defeating this ghost? How cool would that be?"
Chad pursed his lips, debating the thought. "We'll see…" Chad mumbled like a little boy, his eyes unseen as he tilted his head curiously.

This of course, was a mark of achievement for Sonny. "Great!" she clapped, her bubbly demeanor back on. The two had now stopped at a marker in the floor where the two stages separated at, the rightful actor on their field. "Because I figured that if I'm going to find the clues that'll solve this mystery, then it'll be in James Esser's room," Sonny's words meshed as she profusely explained, her words as a whirlwind of sound. "So I'm going there tonight—" Chad suddenly interrupted her.
"See ya, Monroe," he curtly stated, walking away.
As Sonny watched Chad leave, she pouted for being unable to finish her explanation, when she beamed again, excited to go to Studio 13 soon.

The girl left momentarily—the hallways were silent, empty. But movement came from a certain shadowed area near where the two were just talking. And if you looked really closely, you could find the traces of someone malevolently smiling, having eavesdropped on Sonny's future plans. Nothing would ruin the suspect's plan...nothing.

~*~

"Yes!" cried Grady, wearing a face mask as the two friends performed on a table in an eerily-lit Prop House that glowed goblin green and cackling black—it was as if the two were creating Frankenstein. Their Candy Multiplier Machine was currently sputtering out whizzing sound, violently shaking, with many wires attached to it. "It's alive! It's alive! It's—"

The machine's whirring died down, as it emitted a puff of smoke.
Nico's face dropped, his arms flailing in protest. "It's dead! Man!"
With a long face, Grady swung his feet back and forth in disappointment. "The ghost messed it up! He killed it!"
"Yeah…" Nico nodded in agreement. "Blame it on the ghost!"
The two gave up their plan for the time-being, chilling as they walked over to the side of the 'operating table'.
"I mean," continued Nico swinging his fedora hat, wearing his vampire costume still. Grady, meanwhile, was dressed in the lower-half of a horse, away from his Zora-stein costume. "The ghost takes Tawni, and then Zora, and now our Candy Machine too!?"
Grady eagerly shake Nico in fear, his eyes widened comically. "We are working with a genius!"
At the mention of a ghost, Grady froze, Nico's shirt still in his clutches when the guys felt a blast of chilled icy air dance and bite their skin. The glowing seaweed green lights flickered on on and off—when they died out. Severely quaking in their shows, the two slowly looked up...

...to find a ghastly twisted wan face, locking glances with eyes as black as ice, as black as darkness on a moonless night. The ghost moaned softly, as if in pain, but his moan soon accumulated into a raging roar.
"AhhhHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh!!!" the boys shrieked, jumping on each other when they ran screaming and tripping out of the darkened Prop House.

~*~

Nico and Grady had finally began to calm down, taking deep breaths as they walked throughout the hallways.
Nico gasped in ragged breath. "We just went from a kinda-normal time to paranormal!" It wasn't until they two stopped at a hallway intersection that Grady once again stopped his pal—the spied shadows coming their way.
"He-ey! Murphy's sneaking off to Condor's office again! And Josh too! And look—he still has those flowers!" the boys excited over as the crouched near a stack of props. The witnessed the men look equally shifty.
Nico patted his friend to catch his attention. "But look, oooh, they're in for it now! Condor's comin'. Quick!"

"AHA!" The two jumped out, causing the security guard and the mail guy to jump and slip out a scream. "We caught you in the middle of…" the boys looked down at the plate in Murphy's hand. "Eatin' cookies?"

Condor just then turned a corner and the boys knew it was the perfect time to reveal who the ghost was. "Mr. Condor," Grady piped up when he saw Condor frowning at the situation, "sir, majesty... O' Supreme One," Nico fearfully shook his head along with a scared Grady. "Murphy, Josh and your daughter are all the ghost!"
Mr. Condor looked at Randoms dubiously. "My daughter is the ghost?"
"Yo' daughter is indeed the ghost!" Nico shouted out spiritedly in a 'praise-the-lord'-like-fashion.
"You two will become ghost for even thinking that!"Condor neared towards them, his hands in a strangulation-style when just then...

"Hi Daddy!" Dakota beamed, appearing before the five men from Condor's office door entry.
"GHOST!" Grady and Nico squealed, cowering behind Mr. Condor as little Dakota gave the evil eye to them before slipping a cheesy smiling to her father.
"What's going on here?" The head of the studio murderously called out.
"M-Murphy was about to break in to your office!" Nico called out when Murphy exploded at them.
"Because I had to babysit Ms. Condor, you nincompoops!"; the boys let out apologetic murmurs.
As this seemed to be the confession moment, Josh chipped in nervously. "A-and I had these bouquet for James Esser's memorial we're setting up tonight. That seemed good enough for the boys.

That left just one more suspect left.

"Dakota, then why'dja get scared when Zora found out about your bugs?" Nico narrowed his eyes. The girl, small in size, gave a forceful tug, jerking Grady and Nico to eye-level, having them squat down.
"My daddy thinks I'm an angel!" she innocently grinned before she seethed. "I don't want him knowing I ditched the Nickel-pincher to get some bugs!"
"But why where you catching bugs?" Nico exasperated, his hands emphasizing his tension.
"I'm a little girl! That's what we do!" she harshly whispered.
"Me too!" Grady squealed, but then stopping when Dakota let out an evil growl.

Senior Condor eyed each and everyone there. "So is everything good?"
Nico and Grady, in turn, looked at one another, not sure whether or not the three men before them could be cleared out from being suspects. Mumbling, the boys agreed.
"Good," Mr. Condor straightened out his jacket, enforcing his strict tone. "Now..." he pulled out a can of gooey looking red substance—the same as what was written for all the ghost's messages! "I need to talk to the head of special effects to see if he can create..." he then eyed the boys suspiciously, "something for tonight...what are you still standing here for? Get to work!" he roared, creating a mesh of confusion as everyone began bumping into each other to get out of their boss's way.

The Random boys continued walking. "You think one of 'em could still be the suspect?" Nico curiously asked his friend.
"Oh yeah...and did you notice how Condor had the same thing used for the messages?" Grady pointed out.
"And not only that, my friend, but did you happen to notice how the ghost could be made from a special effects team? And only Condor has the rights to give them the order for what to do."

Right when they headed into the Studio Commissary, Nico turned stunned. "Well this ain't good."
Grady narrowed his eyes. "What'dya mean?"
"Sonny's in trouble…" Nico turned to face the blond boy, a look of dread on his face.
"Why?"
"Cuz we don't know who we're dealing with."

~*~

Sonny had just silently wandered into the mysterious burnt Studio 13...which was actually Stage 13 but Studio 13 sounded creepier. Stuffy and hot from her costume, Sonny took off her sunflower headdress, her green-leaf mittens, and the long root shoe-covers towards the entry way. In case anything went wrong, the lack of heavy material would able her to escape more quickly. She checked to make sure she had everything: flashlight—check, the bag full of worn-out articles and Esser's awards, the little red stamp found on the messages and candy and pumpkin pie for when she got hungry—check, check, and check. Oh, and don't forget her notebook that she kept handy in her pocket.

Sonny looked around, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, her flashlight still buried in her bag when suddenly, she found piercing eyes in the dark shadows staring back at her—those eyes were not her own, fore there was no mirror...

Sonny Monroe, usually unaffected by fear, screamed bloody-murder, her blood-curling shrieks echoing all throughout Studio 13.

~*~Beware~*~

~*~Be scared~*~

Dun-dun-DUNNN!!!

So—all the suspects are currently out. Who do YOU think dun it? Dakota? Murphy? Josh? The Rodnoc Actors? The head of Rodnoc Studio? Or even Condor himself!? Perhaps two of them are working together? Perhaps ALL of them are working together? Don't forget to participate in the poll in my profile! Also, state who you think 'dun' it in your review and why!