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Danny - Friday
Danny wished he’d get Friday off, but no such luck. His mom made him go back to school as soon as he was feeling better. The only consolation was that Tucker’s mom felt the same way, so the friends were able to chat at school.
“Are you still jealous of my powers?” Danny asked Tucker. Sam walked with them in the school hall. Danny had told her all about Tucker’s time as a ghost.
“Nah,” Tucker said. “I didn’t realize how much it cost you to have those powers. You’re still not dead in my book, though,” he added when Danny turned pale.
Danny looked at his hands. “Yeah, it cost me a lot,” he said quietly.
Tucker opened his mouth to cheer Danny up, but Danny ran into a ladder. A paint bucket on the ladder wobbled and fell… right onto Dash. Just his luck! Dash caught Danny by his shirt and pulled him close.
“Defacing my letter jacket?” Dash said. “That’s a violation punishable by wedgie!”
Icy heat flared in Danny’s veins, but before he could say anything, Mr. Lancer walked up behind Dash. “Grapes of Wrath, break it up! Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t suspend you both for fighting on school property.”
Dash let go of Danny and said, “Uh… I’m a football star?”
“True,” Mr. Lancer said, looking at his clipboard. “Still, I must at least pretend to be fair, and you two need a more creative outlet for your aggressions. Every year, one of the faculty puts together a haunted house party at the abandoned Townsend place.” He showed his clipboard, which had a picture of the house he had spoken of, as well as some sticky notes.
Smiling, he continued. “This year, it’s my turn. And I’m bound and determined to decorate it better than Ms. Tetslaff did last year.”
The teacher in question walked down the hall at that moment and said, “Fat chance.” She held up a photo of herself wearing a pink dress and pearls, with green skin and black eyeliner. “You’ll never outdo my Franken-Gukard-Stein monster.” She continued walking down the hall and out of the conversation.
When she was gone, Mr. Lancer said, “Welcome aboard ‘Team Lancer,’ gentlemen. Scariest room avoids detention.” He pointed a finger at Dash, who shied back. “Football star or not.” He walked away.
Danny turned to his friends and made celebratory fists. “Scary? Haunted house? This is great! I am going to totally kick his butt!”
“You think so, Fen-tons-o-fun?” Dash mocked. “How about a little side-bet?”
Smugly, Danny said, “Sure. If I win…” he looked around for inspiration, “you have to run through the school parking lot in your underwear!”
“Okay,” Dash said. “And when you taste defeat, you have to eat these!” He pulled out a pair of tighty whities with his name on them that had holes and smelled to high heaven. Danny, Tucker, and Sam all screamed in shock.
“I don’t know what’s scarier,” Tucker said. “The underwear, or the fact he carries them around in his coat!”
Laughing, Dash put the revolting underwear back and returned to the poster he was working on. The trio walked away.
“What were we talking about?” Tucker asked.
“I don’t remember,” Danny said, but then he did remember and didn’t want to bring it up again. “Did I tell you about the friends I made in the Ghost Zone?”
Danny - Saturday
Danny spent all of Friday after school working on make-up work, so he didn’t get to work on his haunted room until the next day. Tucker came over early to help.
“What if we did something with… skeletons?” Danny said, sketching the idea on a sketch pad. He drew the skeleton strangling Dash and showed Tucker. “See? H-how scary is that?”
“On a scale of not to ten?” Tucker said. “Not.
Danny tore out the sketch, wadded it up, and tossed it to the trash can, which overflowed with other discarded ideas. He stood and asked, “How ‘bout this?” He changed into a ghost and sank into the bed. Turning invisible, he rose with the blanket over his head and hands. “Wheee-oooo…”
Sam walked in, closing the door behind her. “Lame,” she said, sitting on the trunk at the foot of his bed.
Danny dropped his hands and turned visible. He pushed the blanket off his head and changed into his human self. “Oh man! Halloween’s a day away, and I still don’t have a clue what I’m gonna do for my haunted house room.” He sat on the bed cross-legged, and the blanket fell into a heap behind him.
Sam pulled a book out of her spider backpack. “Which is why I picked this up at the old bookshop where I like to skulk and lurk.” She handed the book to Danny, who read the title out loud.
“‘Chronicles of the Fright Knight’?” He opened the book to the first page. It had a black and white picture of an armored ghost brandishing a flaming sword. The ghost rode a black horse with wings and a horn.
The text said, “The Fright Knight, riding upon his ghoulish steed, the Nightmare, is notorious as the Spirit of Halloween.”
Sam said, “He’s the age-old spirit of Halloween. Legend has it that if his sword, ‘The Soul Shredder,’ cuts through you, you get teleported to a dimension where you live out your worst fear.”
Danny kept turning pages, finding more pictures of Fright Knight on his horse. He came across an image of a castle on a floating island with four other floating islands around it. The caption read, “Fright Knight’s Lair.”
“Wait a minute,” Danny said. “I’ve seen this before! In the Ghost Zone! This is great! He’s a ghost, and he’s the spirit of Halloween? That means I can take the best ideas from this guy and fuse them into my haunted house room!”
Danny - Sunday - Halloween
Danny finished his haunted room and stood back to admire his work, Sam and Tucker by his side. A throne occupied the far end of the room with a cleverly made Fright Knight model, complete with a balloon Soul Shredder. Surrounding him were skeletons hanging from the ceiling, some by their hands and some by their necks. A pile of skulls sat by a cardboard fireplace, and the chandelier had cobwebs all over it. A ghostly sign above the fireplace read, “Boo!” Various other decorations made the room wholly spooky.
“And by ‘fuse,’” Sam said, “you meant ‘totally rip off’?”
“Well,” Danny said, “it’s not about being original. It’s about not eating Dash’s underwear.”
He walked over to the model of the Fright Knight, turned into a ghost, and possessed the model.
“I am the Fright Knight!” he said in a rough voice. “Tremble before the Soul Shredder!” He pulled out the yellow balloon sword and bopped Tucker on the head. “It slices. It dices. It creates your worst fear! Now, how much would ya pay?”
“For this thing?” Tucker asked, pinching the end of the sword. “About fifty-nine cents. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”
Danny put the Fright Knight model back on its throne and came out of it. As Tucker spoke, Danny turned back into his human self.
Lifting an empty pumpkin bucket, Tucker said, “I’m a little late to start scamming some free candy.” He held up his PDA, which showed a map of the neighborhood. “Got my route planned out for OCP. Optimum Chocolate Payload. You want to stay clear of the red zone. Nothing but fresh fruit and granola bars in the red zone.”
“So where’s your costume?” Sam asked.
Tucker put on fake glasses over his real glasses. The fakes had a giant nose and bushy eyebrows attached.
“Gotta travel light if you wanna maximize your haul,” he said. He went to the door and opened it. “C’mon, baby! Hit me with something sweet!”
The sound of something powering up surprised everyone. Green foam shot out of a bazooka and knocked Tucker back. Mom and Dad stood at the door with their hoods up and goggles on.
“Haha!” Dad said. “Look at that, baby! The Fenton Foamer works like a charm!” He held the bazooka while Mom held a sensor.
“I know!” she said. “There was a ghost reading in this very room seconds ago, and now the room is clear!”
“Speak for yourself,” Tucker said, covered in foam. “If anybody needs me, I’ll be in a different doorway every thirty-eight seconds.” And he left the room.
Dad asked, “Isn’t he a little old to be walking around in public in a stupid costume?”
Danny walked up to his parents. “Mom? Dad? What are you doing?”
“Decontaminating the area, son!” Mom said gleefully.
“You know how ecto-storms always flare up around Halloween, Danny,” Dad said.
“This is all very riveting,” Danny said, “and by ‘riveting’ I mean ‘Dull’ with a capital ‘D,’ but you guys need to leave before Lancer thinks you’re helping me.”
“Lancer?” Dad asked. “Hey, this isn’t some sort of anti-detention project, is it?”
“No!” Danny said hastily. “No, no, no! Um, I’m just starting to get interested in ghosts, like my old man!” he added, holding out his hands in a welcoming gesture.
Dad beamed. “Finally! If I didn’t consider it a sign of weakness, I’d weep with joy!”
He and Mom left, slamming the door behind them.
With them gone, Danny transformed into a ghost. “Decorated room, faked-out parents… Only thing left to do is to check out what Dash’s lame theme is, then spend the rest of the night gloating!”
He turned into a ghost, grabbed the balloon sword, went invisible, and flew out of the room and down the hall. The door outside Dash’s room had orange paint that read, “Dash’s Spa of Doom.” Danny poked his head in.
Dummies in athletic wear were scattered around the room. A dumbbell stood on end, crushing one dummy. A jump rope was hanging the dummy next to it. Another dummy lost its arms to too heavy weights.
Then there were the animatronics. A cardboard skeleton walked on a treadmill. Two boxers hit each other in a fighting ring. A Dash-looking figure whipped a nerd with a wet towel.
It was all way cooler than Danny’s room.
“The Spa of Doom?” Mr. Lancer asked. “Quite impressive, Mr. Baxter. And I must admit, your knowledge of audio-animatronic technology is very impressive.” He wrote something on his clipboard. “What else do you have for me?”
Dash led Mr. Lancer to a giant shoe-seat on tracks, and the two got in.
“A twenty-minute presentation about the horrors of Athlete’s Foot!” Dash said proudly.
“Well,” Mr. Lancer said, “let’s make it snappy. My guests arrive at midnight, you know.”
The shoe started moving along the track, and Dash said, “You will love the Tunnel of Fungus!”
“Man, that is cool!” Danny said after they disappeared. He looked down at the pathetic yellow sword in his hands. “And man, that’s not! I have to do something fast or it’s Tighty-Whiteys for dessert.” He looked to the side where the very underwear waited for him under a glass case.
Danny wished he’d get Friday off, but no such luck. His mom made him go back to school as soon as he was feeling better. The only consolation was that Tucker’s mom felt the same way, so the friends were able to chat at school.
“Are you still jealous of my powers?” Danny asked Tucker. Sam walked with them in the school hall. Danny had told her all about Tucker’s time as a ghost.
“Nah,” Tucker said. “I didn’t realize how much it cost you to have those powers. You’re still not dead in my book, though,” he added when Danny turned pale.
Danny looked at his hands. “Yeah, it cost me a lot,” he said quietly.
Tucker opened his mouth to cheer Danny up, but Danny ran into a ladder. A paint bucket on the ladder wobbled and fell… right onto Dash. Just his luck! Dash caught Danny by his shirt and pulled him close.
“Defacing my letter jacket?” Dash said. “That’s a violation punishable by wedgie!”
Icy heat flared in Danny’s veins, but before he could say anything, Mr. Lancer walked up behind Dash. “Grapes of Wrath, break it up! Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t suspend you both for fighting on school property.”
Dash let go of Danny and said, “Uh… I’m a football star?”
“True,” Mr. Lancer said, looking at his clipboard. “Still, I must at least pretend to be fair, and you two need a more creative outlet for your aggressions. Every year, one of the faculty puts together a haunted house party at the abandoned Townsend place.” He showed his clipboard, which had a picture of the house he had spoken of, as well as some sticky notes.
Smiling, he continued. “This year, it’s my turn. And I’m bound and determined to decorate it better than Ms. Tetslaff did last year.”
The teacher in question walked down the hall at that moment and said, “Fat chance.” She held up a photo of herself wearing a pink dress and pearls, with green skin and black eyeliner. “You’ll never outdo my Franken-Gukard-Stein monster.” She continued walking down the hall and out of the conversation.
When she was gone, Mr. Lancer said, “Welcome aboard ‘Team Lancer,’ gentlemen. Scariest room avoids detention.” He pointed a finger at Dash, who shied back. “Football star or not.” He walked away.
Danny turned to his friends and made celebratory fists. “Scary? Haunted house? This is great! I am going to totally kick his butt!”
“You think so, Fen-tons-o-fun?” Dash mocked. “How about a little side-bet?”
Smugly, Danny said, “Sure. If I win…” he looked around for inspiration, “you have to run through the school parking lot in your underwear!”
“Okay,” Dash said. “And when you taste defeat, you have to eat these!” He pulled out a pair of tighty whities with his name on them that had holes and smelled to high heaven. Danny, Tucker, and Sam all screamed in shock.
“I don’t know what’s scarier,” Tucker said. “The underwear, or the fact he carries them around in his coat!”
Laughing, Dash put the revolting underwear back and returned to the poster he was working on. The trio walked away.
“What were we talking about?” Tucker asked.
“I don’t remember,” Danny said, but then he did remember and didn’t want to bring it up again. “Did I tell you about the friends I made in the Ghost Zone?”
Danny - Saturday
Danny spent all of Friday after school working on make-up work, so he didn’t get to work on his haunted room until the next day. Tucker came over early to help.
“What if we did something with… skeletons?” Danny said, sketching the idea on a sketch pad. He drew the skeleton strangling Dash and showed Tucker. “See? H-how scary is that?”
“On a scale of not to ten?” Tucker said. “Not.
Danny tore out the sketch, wadded it up, and tossed it to the trash can, which overflowed with other discarded ideas. He stood and asked, “How ‘bout this?” He changed into a ghost and sank into the bed. Turning invisible, he rose with the blanket over his head and hands. “Wheee-oooo…”
Sam walked in, closing the door behind her. “Lame,” she said, sitting on the trunk at the foot of his bed.
Danny dropped his hands and turned visible. He pushed the blanket off his head and changed into his human self. “Oh man! Halloween’s a day away, and I still don’t have a clue what I’m gonna do for my haunted house room.” He sat on the bed cross-legged, and the blanket fell into a heap behind him.
Sam pulled a book out of her spider backpack. “Which is why I picked this up at the old bookshop where I like to skulk and lurk.” She handed the book to Danny, who read the title out loud.
“‘Chronicles of the Fright Knight’?” He opened the book to the first page. It had a black and white picture of an armored ghost brandishing a flaming sword. The ghost rode a black horse with wings and a horn.
The text said, “The Fright Knight, riding upon his ghoulish steed, the Nightmare, is notorious as the Spirit of Halloween.”
Sam said, “He’s the age-old spirit of Halloween. Legend has it that if his sword, ‘The Soul Shredder,’ cuts through you, you get teleported to a dimension where you live out your worst fear.”
Danny kept turning pages, finding more pictures of Fright Knight on his horse. He came across an image of a castle on a floating island with four other floating islands around it. The caption read, “Fright Knight’s Lair.”
“Wait a minute,” Danny said. “I’ve seen this before! In the Ghost Zone! This is great! He’s a ghost, and he’s the spirit of Halloween? That means I can take the best ideas from this guy and fuse them into my haunted house room!”
Danny - Sunday - Halloween
Danny finished his haunted room and stood back to admire his work, Sam and Tucker by his side. A throne occupied the far end of the room with a cleverly made Fright Knight model, complete with a balloon Soul Shredder. Surrounding him were skeletons hanging from the ceiling, some by their hands and some by their necks. A pile of skulls sat by a cardboard fireplace, and the chandelier had cobwebs all over it. A ghostly sign above the fireplace read, “Boo!” Various other decorations made the room wholly spooky.
“And by ‘fuse,’” Sam said, “you meant ‘totally rip off’?”
“Well,” Danny said, “it’s not about being original. It’s about not eating Dash’s underwear.”
He walked over to the model of the Fright Knight, turned into a ghost, and possessed the model.
“I am the Fright Knight!” he said in a rough voice. “Tremble before the Soul Shredder!” He pulled out the yellow balloon sword and bopped Tucker on the head. “It slices. It dices. It creates your worst fear! Now, how much would ya pay?”
“For this thing?” Tucker asked, pinching the end of the sword. “About fifty-nine cents. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”
Danny put the Fright Knight model back on its throne and came out of it. As Tucker spoke, Danny turned back into his human self.
Lifting an empty pumpkin bucket, Tucker said, “I’m a little late to start scamming some free candy.” He held up his PDA, which showed a map of the neighborhood. “Got my route planned out for OCP. Optimum Chocolate Payload. You want to stay clear of the red zone. Nothing but fresh fruit and granola bars in the red zone.”
“So where’s your costume?” Sam asked.
Tucker put on fake glasses over his real glasses. The fakes had a giant nose and bushy eyebrows attached.
“Gotta travel light if you wanna maximize your haul,” he said. He went to the door and opened it. “C’mon, baby! Hit me with something sweet!”
The sound of something powering up surprised everyone. Green foam shot out of a bazooka and knocked Tucker back. Mom and Dad stood at the door with their hoods up and goggles on.
“Haha!” Dad said. “Look at that, baby! The Fenton Foamer works like a charm!” He held the bazooka while Mom held a sensor.
“I know!” she said. “There was a ghost reading in this very room seconds ago, and now the room is clear!”
“Speak for yourself,” Tucker said, covered in foam. “If anybody needs me, I’ll be in a different doorway every thirty-eight seconds.” And he left the room.
Dad asked, “Isn’t he a little old to be walking around in public in a stupid costume?”
Danny walked up to his parents. “Mom? Dad? What are you doing?”
“Decontaminating the area, son!” Mom said gleefully.
“You know how ecto-storms always flare up around Halloween, Danny,” Dad said.
“This is all very riveting,” Danny said, “and by ‘riveting’ I mean ‘Dull’ with a capital ‘D,’ but you guys need to leave before Lancer thinks you’re helping me.”
“Lancer?” Dad asked. “Hey, this isn’t some sort of anti-detention project, is it?”
“No!” Danny said hastily. “No, no, no! Um, I’m just starting to get interested in ghosts, like my old man!” he added, holding out his hands in a welcoming gesture.
Dad beamed. “Finally! If I didn’t consider it a sign of weakness, I’d weep with joy!”
He and Mom left, slamming the door behind them.
With them gone, Danny transformed into a ghost. “Decorated room, faked-out parents… Only thing left to do is to check out what Dash’s lame theme is, then spend the rest of the night gloating!”
He turned into a ghost, grabbed the balloon sword, went invisible, and flew out of the room and down the hall. The door outside Dash’s room had orange paint that read, “Dash’s Spa of Doom.” Danny poked his head in.
Dummies in athletic wear were scattered around the room. A dumbbell stood on end, crushing one dummy. A jump rope was hanging the dummy next to it. Another dummy lost its arms to too heavy weights.
Then there were the animatronics. A cardboard skeleton walked on a treadmill. Two boxers hit each other in a fighting ring. A Dash-looking figure whipped a nerd with a wet towel.
It was all way cooler than Danny’s room.
“The Spa of Doom?” Mr. Lancer asked. “Quite impressive, Mr. Baxter. And I must admit, your knowledge of audio-animatronic technology is very impressive.” He wrote something on his clipboard. “What else do you have for me?”
Dash led Mr. Lancer to a giant shoe-seat on tracks, and the two got in.
“A twenty-minute presentation about the horrors of Athlete’s Foot!” Dash said proudly.
“Well,” Mr. Lancer said, “let’s make it snappy. My guests arrive at midnight, you know.”
The shoe started moving along the track, and Dash said, “You will love the Tunnel of Fungus!”
“Man, that is cool!” Danny said after they disappeared. He looked down at the pathetic yellow sword in his hands. “And man, that’s not! I have to do something fast or it’s Tighty-Whiteys for dessert.” He looked to the side where the very underwear waited for him under a glass case.
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