Sorry my homies. I try to update once a week, but I was just really busy this week with stuff. Well, When I say I try to update once a week, I guess that's not really true. My updating habits haven't been defined yet as ive only updated three times now... ahahhhh what am I even talking about?

All right. Next chapter just for youuu!

Neal had gone straight to his expensive and delicious collection of wine after Danny had abruptly disappeared. He was determined to pour himself a glass, sit on the couch and try and forget absolutely everything ghost related that had happened to him today. He had no idea how much of this he should tell Peter, he knew he would have to tell his partner where he had been and what had happened, he just didn't know how much to tell him about the ghost. Neal sighed, he stood at the table, holding a bottle of Margaux Bordeaux and a wine glass, deep in thought. Right before Danny had been about to say his goodbye's he had suddenly disappeared. Neal wasn't quite sure what had happened, but it had looked like a big black blur had collided with Danny, causing them both to disappear. Neal set the glass down and pulled the cork out of the wine bottle. Pouring himself a glass, he sighed again and set the now empty bottle of Margaux Bordeaux down on the table in front of him. Any other day, he would have thrown it away to avoid making a mess.

But today had not been a normal day.

Neal stepped away from the table and faced the glass doors leading to the balcony. He hadn't closed them yet and cool air was blowing lazily into the room, causing Neal to shiver. Everything looked so normal, despite the abnormality of everything that had just happened, He walked over to the door idly. Just as he was about to reach for the handle, the phone in his pocket vibrated, dropping his hand away from the door and into his pocket Neal pulled out his phone and glanced at the caller ID.

It was Mozzie.

Neal smiled, slightly happy to see that his long time friend was concerned enough to call him up and make sure that Che hadn't killed him. He was just about to answer the phone when movement in front of him caught his eye. Looking up and out at the balcony, Neal watched as Danny Phantom slammed to the ground outside, not even ten feet away from him. The ghost boy lay on his side, his back towards Neal. There was blood soaking the back of his head and staining his brilliant white hair.

"What in the?" Neal took a quick step forward but hesitated, unsure what to do. He had just decided to go and check on the seemingly passed out boy when another ghost suddenly appeared by Danny's side. The other ghost, had pale blue skin, horrid red glowing eyes, and sharp vampire teeth. Neal retreated back to the door frame at the sight and watched as the new ghost placed a foot on Danny's shoulder and gave it a light kick, causing Danny to roll over onto his back limply. Neal gripped his glass of wine tightly in his hand, This new ghost looked nothing like Danny, where Danny could pass as an innocent teenage boy, this one could only be seen as a demonic vampire.

A monster. Something evil.

Neal swallowed thickly, maybe this new ghost was a demon. Maybe demons commonly attacked ghosts. Neal had no way to know, he had no idea what to believe anymore, there was a whole set of laws and rules and creatures in the world that he was just now learning about, so this demon could be anything. And, he had no idea what to do about it.

He watched silently as Danny's eyes cracked open slowly and connected with the demon standing above him. The demon said something quietly and Danny turned his head to the side, Neal could see Danny's unfocused eyes find him and suddenly fill with worry and slight panic. The unshed tears were blinked away in an instant.

"Phantom?" Neal's voice cracked and his brow furrowed, Danny looked like he was about to lose whatever fight he had found himself in. Danny's head snapped back to stare up at the demon and Neal was impressed to see the incredible determination and defiance there, despite the hopeless situation. Gulping fearfully, Neal stumbled back into his house. He knew he was probably most defiantly going to regret this, but Phantom obviously needed some kind of distraction. Neal set his glass of wine on the table carelessly, the glass almost toppled over, but managed to stay up right, only a few drops spilling. He tossed his phone onto the table next to it with a loud clatter. Neal winced, but didn't pause. He grabbed the empty bottle of Margaux Bordeaux from earlier and rushed back over to the door just in time to hear the demon speak, its voice like silk,

"This will hurt. But it's for your own good." the demon raised its arm, its hand glowing pink. Neal knew he needed to act quickly, he didn't know exactly what was going to happen. But he knew it was something bad.

"Hey! Catch!" Neal heard himself yell the words loudly and confidently, despite the lack of confidence he felt. He watched the empty wine bottle sail through the air, straight for the demon and hoped that the demon would react the same way as any other human person would react.

By catching the bottle.

Neal was surprised, and couldn't quiet hold back the grin that spread across his face when, not only did the Demon catch the bottle, but it stumbled enough to allow Danny the opportunity to roll away from it and stand up clumsily. Neal turned to watch Danny, the younger ghost, was slightly hunched over, and breathing raggedly. The sight made the smile drop right off of Neal's face.

Danny didn't look like he was capable of throwing a baseball, let alone a punch.

Frozen to the spot Neal had no clue what to do, the thought of just running away crossed his mind. He had abandoned ship plenty of times when a con had gone wrong in the past. But before he could put much more thought into anything, Danny took a deep breath of air, Neal didn't have to wonder what he was doing for long because a few seconds later,

Danny was making the most dreadful noise Neal had ever heard in his entire life.

The con man stumbled backwards, away from the terrible wailing and pressed his hands against his ears, trying to block out the sound. It was like listening to a million tortured souls all screaming together in unison, the noise was so grand that everything in its path was being ripped to shreds and destroyed before Neal's eyes.

How a sound could generate enough force to destroy things was beyond Neal. Not that he was paying much attention to the destruction of his property at the moment. The disorienting sound wasn't just loud, it was physical, and it was consuming all his attention.

Neal could feel the noise rattling his bones and shaking the glass doors. The noise did so much more then that though, it filled his stomach with dread, and made his heart beat frantically against his rib cage. it made his head feel as though someone was taking a sharp knife an was pushing it, slowly, into his skull, splitting it in half.

Neal felt cold all over, and he felt like screaming himself because the sound made him feel like his own soul was trapped and suffering and would always be suffering. He squinted and watched as the demon, who was standing directly in front of Danny got hit, full blast with the sound waves. The demon gasped and went flying backwards, smashing up the decorative stone railing, railing that was slowly being blasted away by the sound Danny was making.

The demon struggled to right itself, to fight the sound waves, but all it managed to do was stop itself from losing more ground. The demon didn't even seem capable of flying out of the path of the screaming. Neal watched the demon stumble to the ground, its legs giving out beneath it. It looked up at Danny, pain and fury in its eyes before slipping through the ground and disappearing. The second the demon winked out of sight, Danny stopped wailing.

Much to Neal's relief.

The con man, was panting hard, he hadn't realized how badly he had been effected, but now that everything was silent, Neal realized that he was shaking and his heart was still beating erratically. Gulping, Neal looked over at Danny. The ghost was swaying back and forth on his feet.

"What was that?" Neal asked, his words sounding far away, like he was speaking under water. Danny turned and made eye contact with Neal. His eyes half lidded with exhaustion. Danny opened his mouth and said something, but Neal couldn't hear it over the ringing in his own ears. Danny stumbled forward, blood dripping down his pale face and Neal had to resist the urge to back away from the ghoulish sight. Danny certainly looked like a ghost now, what with the dark bags around his eyes, head covered in blood and his stumbling jerky movements. This was the type of thing you would see in horror movies. It's what Neal expected of a ghost.

"I said, are you okay?" Danny asked, once he was closer to Neal. Neal blinked a few times, surprised by the question.

"I should be asking you that. What was that thing attacking you?" Neal asked, mostly concerned with if it would be coming back anytime soon. Danny chuckled drunkenly and smiled, his teeth stained with blood. Neal frowned, wondering when that had happened. Danny stumbled once again, but this time, he couldn't manage to keep his balance. Dropping to both knees the ghost's emerald eyes rolled backwards as he fell face first onto the ground.

Neal stiffened, wondering if a ghost could die twice when suddenly a bright ring of light appeared around the ghosts middle, split in two and changed the ghost's appearance. Neal watched apprehensively as the black and white jumpsuit was replaced with jeans and a white t-shirt. The brilliant white hair, stained with blood, changed to a dark inky black that made the blood stand out less and the slight unnatural glow that lit the ghosts body, suddenly vanished. Neal gaped at Danny. He looked one hundred percent human now and uneasy pit formed in the con mans stomach.

Once again, he had no Idea what to do.

Still a little dazed from Danny's wailing, Neal hurried to Danny's fallen form. He knelt down, ignoring his shaking legs and hesitantly placed two fingers on Danny's neck. Checking for a pulse, more out of habit then anything else. He withdrew his hand quickly when he felt a strong beating under his finger tips. Rolling Danny onto his back, so that he wasn't laying face down anymore, Neal tapped the boys face gently.

"Phantom? Hey? Wake up." Neal slapped the boys face a gently. Attempting to get any kind of response. Obviously the ghost was alive, seeing as he had a pulse. Neal rocked on the balls of his feet. If a ghost had a pulse, did that mean it had died? He wondered to himself, staring at Danny's face. Neal jumped suddenly when a loud cough in front of him caught his attention. His head snapping up, Neal looked up to see Mozzie staring, wide eyed and pale faced, down at him.

"Wh-what?" Mozzie's eyes swept the destroyed balcony and landed on the passed out and bleeding boy that Neal was kneeling over.

"It's a long story." Neal stood up, his knees cracking.

"I'll get the first aid kit?" Mozzie asked questionably, turning hesitantly towards the kitchen, where they kept the medical supplies. Neal sighed, and rubbed his hand over his face. Nodding slowly, grateful that Mozzie was the type to help first, and ask question later. Because this was going to take a lot of explaining.

Danny woke slowly. His senses coming back to him one at a time. The first thing he felt was the ach. His entire body hurt. It felt like he had no energy left for anything. Like he could sleep for forever. The exhaustion was something he had experienced before. He wasn't exactly sure why, but his ghostly wail often caused this feeling of exhaustion. Danny groaned and opened his eyes dizzily. He was in a dark room, on a very large bed with silk sheets and the softest, fluffiest blankets he had ever felt. Though the room was dark Danny could hear people whispering frantically to one another.

"Are you sure you didn't hit your head too?" A voice whispered loudly. Danny scanned the room. The bed sat next to a bookshelf and a couch and TV. There was also a kitchen on the other side of the room. The only door in the small house was next to the kitchen area and so Danny assumed that's where the voices were coming from.

"I know its hard to believe..." a deep and smooth voice responded, Danny instantly recognized that one as Neal's.

"Hard to believe? Neal. It's ridiculous." The other voice had stopped whispering and was talking agitatedly. Danny blew out a puff of air and suddenly realized that his head was wrapped up heavily in gauze.

"Just, trust me. When he wakes up, you'll see for your self." Neal wasn't whispering anymore either, but his voice was still hushed.

"I need a drink." The second mysterious voice suddenly gained a face as a short bald man with thick glasses trudged out of the door by the kirchen. His hands stuffed into his pockets indifferently. Noticing that Danny was awake, the man started badly and stumbled backwards into Neal, who was also leaving the room.

"Watch it Mozzie..." Neal snapped, pushing the smaller man off of him. Mozzie seemed to shake himself, distrust coloring his face.

"Your captive seems to of regained consciousness." Mozzie grumbled, heading toward a large collection of wine, never taking his eyes off Danny. Neal groaned,

"Would you stop calling him that. I didnt kidnap him." Neal snapped and walked over to Danny.

"If you didn't kidnap him then why was he all beat up and unconscious?" Mozzie quipped searching through all the bottles. Neal stopped midstride and turned to watch his friend.

"I told you, its because of the ghost vampire demon thing." Mozzie paused in his search for the perfect wine bottle and pursed his lips as if he was thinking.

"Nope. Kidnapped teenager seems more likely. Aha!" Mozzie seemed to find the bottle he was looking for and pulled it out carefully, heading to the kitchen, his prize in hand. Neal made a noncommittal noise and turned back to Danny.

"Whats going on?" Danny asked Neal as he approached. Neal smiled weakly.

"I have no idea." He shrugged and stood awkwardly next to the head of the bed, where Danny was relaxing into the pillows.

"Why am I in this bed?" Danny clarify. Neal seemed surprised at the question.

"Because you passed out." Neal chuckled nervously, "Stop acting so confused or my friend back there," Neal jerked his thumb in the general direction of Mozzie. The man was pouring himself a glass of wine slowly, still watching Danny skeptically. " Will think that I really did kidnap you." Neal pulled a chair away from the wall and sat down in it Danny frowned at him.

"I mean, why did you bandage me up and put me in your bed." The halfa asked, struggling to push himself up onto his elbows. Neal watched him, unsure.

"Because you were bleeding everywhere." He frowned deeply. " I don't know. How are you feeling anyway?"

"I'm fine." Danny gave up on trying to hold himself up when his arms began to shake too badly. Lowering himself slowly back onto the pillows Danny stared out a window. "Thank though." He mumbled, almost too quiet to be heard. Neal shook his head and reached out to check the bandages wrapped around Danny's head.

"It makes us even. You saved me from Che, and I saved you from bleeding out." Neal replied, non-pulsed when Danny dodged out of the way of Neal's checking hands.

"Whats his deal?" Danny asked, his eyes drifting over to where Mozzie sat at the kitchen table. Neal turned around in his seat. He watched Mozzie take a long sip from his wine. His eyes narrowed and never straying away from Danny. As if he was expecting the boy to suddenly jump up and attack.

"Ah, That's Mozzie. You'll get used to him." Neal explained. He hesitated slightly, "Uh, Phantom." He started staring down at the ground uncomfortably. Danny raised an eyebrow expectantly. Knowing what was coming next. Questions. Lots and lots of ghost related questions.

"Yeah?" Danny breathed out the word like a sigh. He wasn't about to give Neal the cold shoulder and start ignoring the guy. Not after the man had picked him up off the ground and bandaged him up. Danny was very grateful Neal hadn't called the police or something. Though, if the tracking anklet was anything to go by, Danny suspected that Neal wasn't a big fan of the police. Danny frowned, not sure if that was a good thing or not.

"What was that thing? That you were fighting I mean. Was it a demon?" Neal asked, staring at Danny inquisitively. Danny stared up at Neal's face for a few moments before a harsh laugh tore its way through his throat. Danny pulled his broken wrist up to his chest and held it there while he hacked out unpleasant sounding laughs that quickly dissolved into a ragged coughing fit. The ghostly wail had always done a number on his throat. Danny, raised a shaking hand to his face and wiped away the tears that had collected in the corner of his eyes. His body ached all over and when he refocused on Neal, he could see the confusion on the criminals face.

"See. I told you that you were crazy. Even that boy you've kidnapped thinks your crazy." Mozzie's voice floated over to them from the kitchen and even though Danny couldn't see the small mans face, he could defiantly hear the smugness in his voice. Neal turned around in his chair abruptly, no doubt to argue with Mozzie, but stopped when he heard Danny's protest.

"No, No. Its not that." Danny waited for Neal to turn back around in the chair before he continued. "Vlad's not a demon or anything like that. He's just the craziest, most obsessed ghost I have ever had to fight in my life." Danny explained. His voice raspy from his earlier coughing fit. Neal nodded slowly.

"Speaking of ghosts. And...Your life." Neal went back to staring at the ground awkwardly. "Why is it that you have a pulse?" he asked. Danny remained silent, internally debating how much to tell Neal. He ran his hand over the soft blankets, not looking at Neal. It was better if Neal didn't know, Danny reasoned. After all, he had just met him. Who knew how he would react if he knew that Danny was actually a living breathing teenager, with a dead not breathing ghost half. It was hard enough to explain to someone who did believe in ghosts. Danny suspected Neal would have a harder time believing anything he had to say. Before Danny could even open his mouth to speak though, Mozzie spoke up. Suddenly at Danny's bedside, standing next to Neal.

"And how come you can bleed? Or, how come you breath or talk or sleep or feel pain. Aren't ghosts supposed to be more, chains rattling in the basement, not teenage passed out boy?" Mozzie asked, placing his hand on Neal's shoulder. "Is it because you're actually alive and not a ghost at all?" Mozzie asked, taking a sip of his wine.

"I-" Danny opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by Mozzie again,

"And how does a ghost" He spat the word out of his mouth like it tasted bad, "end up with a broken wrist, a concision, severe second degree burns on the abdomen and-" He paused and flapped his hand in Danny's general direction, disgust clear on his face, "And, whatever illness is causing that smokers cough." Mozzie tapped the now empty wine glass in his hand with his finger. Danny watched him a few moments, making sure he wasn't going to interrupt.

"I'm not exactly a normal ghost." Danny started, warring with himself internally. He wondered how much to tell them. He knew that with his new wounds he would have a hard time getting anywhere on his own. He needed their help, so he needed them to trust him. Mozzie seemed to deflate at Danny reveal.

"Ah, you're just as crazy as him!" He snapped, pointing an accusatory finger at Neal's head. Neal glared at it out of the corner of his eye.

"I'm not crazy." He grumbled unhappily before saying to Danny,

"Phantom. Show him something ghostly. So we can stop arguing about this." Neal suggested. Danny looked between the two. Revealing his powers to two strangers went against absolutely everything he had conditioned himself to do over the past few years. Though as long as they didn't know who his human half was, Danny suspected that revealing his ghost powers wouldn't be that big of a deal. Lifting his hand up Danny beckoned for Mozzie to come closer. Mozzie eyed the boy suspiciously.

"Come here, I'll show you." Danny raised an eyebrow and waited. Curiosity winning out, Mozzie walked over to the opposite side of the bed so that he could stand next to Danny's head, with out Neal getting in the way. Danny gestured for him to lean closer. Mozzie made a face, but leaned in anyway. Once his body was within touching distance, Danny reached out and, turning his hand intangible, reached through Mozzie's chest. Mozzie yelped and jumped backwards. He crashed into the wall behind him and dropped his wine glass. The glass shattered on the floor, but Mozzie didn't seem to notice. He was patting his chest as if he was looking for a hole.

"How did you do that!?" Mozzie asked, pressed up against the wall, stiffly.

"He's a ghost. I told you." Neal answered smugly, a slight smile on his lips. Danny looked over at the con man and smiled as well.

"Want to see more?" Danny asked mischievously lifting up his hand. He was enjoying Mozzie's reaction a little bit more then he probably should have. Mozzie narrowed his eyes, but remained silent.

"That was intangibility. This is called ecto energy." Danny explained, filling his palm up with glowing green ecto. Of course, normally he shot ecto from his hand in a deadly blast, but he didn't think these two needed to know about the more violent tendencies of his powers. Mozzie stared, both horrified and entranced by the light before Danny shuddered a bit and let the ecto ball flicker out of sight. He Let his hand drop to the blankets listlessly and relaxed into the pillows behind him, feeling more exhausted then when he had woken up.

"You okay?" Neal asked noticing something was wrong. Danny shrugged a shoulder.

"That last attack I did. Its called my ghostly wail. It takes a lot of energy." Danny explained quietly glancing over at Mozzie.

"Oh." was all Neal said, his eyes unfocused as he thought. Danny frowned.

"I think somethings wrong with your friend." He put in, his voice cracking slightly. Neal looked up worriedly. Mozzie was pressed against the wall, his eyes wide and his face pale.

"You okay there Moz?" Neal asked, standing up slowly. Danny made a face. It didn't look like the other guy was even breathing.

"I think he's in shock or something." Danny grumbled, watching for any kind of movement. Neal glanced at Danny, but didn't say anything. Instead he walked around the bed over to his paralyzed friend, avoiding the broken glass on the floor, he stood in front of Mozzie and snapped his fingers.

"Moz! HEY!" Neal watched for a response. He stumbled backwards when Mozzie smacked his hand away.

"You!" Mozzie yelled loudly. Neal raised his hands defensively.

"Moz?" He hazard.

"You-and that! And, Th-Tha- AUGH!" Mozzie couldn't seem to collect his thoughts enough to actually form a sentence. Seeming to not know what to say either, Neal just remained silent. Danny watched the two silently as well. Still amazed to be around people that couldn't process the revaluation of the existence of ghosts. It was bizarre how something so normal in Amity Park was so abnormal everywhere else. Finally, Mozzie seemed to give up trying to speak and shoved past Neal, heading for the door. Neal started and followed after him, forgetting about the broken glass on the ground. Mozzie was already slamming the door shut behind him by the time a shard of forgotten glass pierced Neal's foot, tearing a pain filled scream from his lips.

The moment that Neal had yelled, Mozzie had slammed the door back open to see what was the matter. His face was still set in an angry scowl as if he thought his friend was trying to trick him into coming back by yelling, but when he saw Neal, sitting on the bed at Danny's feet, hunched over his bleeding foot, Mozzie sighed and Neal looked up at him, hurt and angry.

"Dammit Moz! Will you just sit down and listen to me before you go running off!" He snapped, pulling a shard of glass out of the heel of his foot. Mozzie winced sympathetically but walked back into the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. Neal noticed that Mozzie was avoiding looking over in Danny's general direction.

"I'll get the first aid kit." Mozzie grumbled adding a petulant, "Again." before storming off into the kitchen.

It had taken ten minutes to get himself bandaged up and at least another thirty minutes to convince Mozzie that Danny being a ghost wasn't some weird prank or practical joke. By the time Neal had finished convincing Mozzie to sit down so they could listen to Danny explain himself properly, said ghost had fallen back asleep on the bed. Neal and Mozzie sat in an uncomfortable silence at the kitchen table. Waiting for the ghost to wake up.

"So you're saying that Che was trying to sell the boy to you?" Mozzie asked. He was on his third glass of wine, but he was finally seeming to calm down.

"Yeah. He said he had stolen him from some guy in Wisconsin." Neal explained. Taking a small sip of his own wine.

"What else can he do. Other then stick his hand through peoples bodies, I mean." Mozzie asked.

"Its weird. He seems less like a ghost and more like a teenager with super powers. He can fly and go invisible and he has some serious strength." Neal explained.

"And he can do something else, what did he call it, a wail?" Mozzie asked. Neal shuddered,

"Yeah. It was terrible sounding too Moz. It destroyed half the stuff on the balcony." He rubbed his forearms as if he was cold. "But the sound was god awful."

"Interesting." Mozzie leaned back in his chair, as if he was deep in thought.

"What are you thinking Moz?" Neal leaned forward and watched his friend apprehensively. He knew that look, and it made him nervous.

"I was thinking, that boy can walk through walls and he can turn invisible."

"And?" Neal asked, waiting for further explanation.

"Just that Che was right." Mozzie leaned forward and lowered his voice, explaining himself further at Neal's incredulous expression. "Think about it Neal. We could steal just about anything we wanted with him! We would never need to sneak into anywhere. We could just walk right in and take whatever we wanted!" Mozzie explained excitedly.

"What happened to Mr. I don't believe in ghosts this has to be a prank?" Neal asked, not exactly sure how to respond to Mozzie's sudden mood shift. Mozzie just shrugged.

"Its still weird, but look what we have! A ghost. Or some government genetically modified super weapon." Mozzie frowned. "Do you think hes a spy for the government?" The shorter man asked, leaning backwards and looking around Neal at the sleeping ghost. Neal rolled his eyes.

"No. I think he's a ghost." Neal stood up suddenly, the chair making a loud scraping sound as he pushed it backwards.

"What are you doing?" Mozzie asked. Standing up as well.

"We cant just sit around and make up theories about Danny. We need him to explain to us exactly what he is."

"What if he lies?" Mozzie pushed in his chair and waited for an answer. Neal smiled brilliantly at his friend.

"Then I'll be able to tell. You cant out lie a liar." Neal turned cautiously and limped over to the bed. Returning to the chair by the head of the bed, Neal plopped down into it. Mozzie came up beside him and stood awkwardly. Neal shot his friend a look, but didn't exactly know what to say. Mozzie nodded his head encouragingly and Neal reached out and grabbed Danny's shoulder. Shaking it lightly he attempted to wake the ghost up,

"Hey, Phantom. Wake up." Neal withdrew his hand quickly when Danny jolted upwards, looking around wildly before squeezing his eyes shut tightly and groaning in pain.

"Ow..." Danny grumbled, lowering himself back onto the bed slowly.

"You okay?" Neal asked, watching the boy with concern. Danny nodded.

"Head just hurt's." Danny looked up at the two of them with wide, confused eyes.

"You fell asleep while me and Moz were arguing." Neal explained. Danny just nodded his head and looked up at Mozzie.

"Sorry about, sticking my hand through you earlier. I probably should have...shown you my powers some other way or something." Danny apologized, looking sheepish. Mozzie regarded him wearily.

"No harm done ghost. OR should I say genetically modified government super weapon spy!" Mozzie exclaimed the last part of his sentence loudly and Neal sighed and rolled his eyes.

"What?" Danny pushed himself up onto his elbows and leaned up against the pillows so he wasn't laying down anymore.

"Just ignore him." Neal rolled his eyes towards the heavens again.

"Okay. Well, it's just that where I come from, Ghost's are a pretty normal occurrence. I didn't know you guys would be so freaked out by us." Danny explained simply. Neal stared at the ghost boy incredulously.

"Where exactly do you come from?" He asked. The ghost seemed to hesitate slightly before responding.

"Amity Park. There are lots of ghost's there. The school's and stuff even have ghost drill's along with fire and earthquake drill's. They're used to ghost's."

"Do ghost's fight with each other a lot in Amity Park?" Mozzie asked, walking around to the foot of the bed. Danny shrugged.

"Well, they fight with me a lot." They all fell into silence again and Mozzie was the first one to speak up.

"What did you mean when you said you're not a normal ghost." He asked. Neal watched Danny closely. He seemed to be fighting with himself internally. Neal narrowed his eyes, he recognized the look in Danny's eyes. It was the same look he had seen on many people where were trying to get their story straight inside their heads. Neal frowned slightly, he could tell Danny was going to lie to them.

"I meant that I'm not a normal ghost. I'm a new ghost! I just died a few years ago and I guess I'm still holding onto my humanity. Which is what keep's me good. Most ghost's don't have that. They get rid of it and then start haunting and tormenting people." Danny paused and Neal could see that look in his eye again, the ghost was trying to figure something out. Neal couldn't decide what it was though, It seemed like Danny was telling the truth, but Neal recognized that there was a small bit of something that was being left out.

"And you don't do that?" Neal asked, pressing Danny to continue after the ghost paused for a bit too long. If Neal could keep him talking then there was less of an opportunity for Danny to make up lies in his head.

"Torment people? No! I protect them. I try and stop the others from hurting the people!" Danny sounded defensive, like he had forgotten he was trying to be careful with his words. Neal smiled, he had to keep him talking.

"How do you know you wont just suddenly change?" He asked. Danny clearly felt strongly about himself staying good. Neal could see this and tried to poke at the soft spot to get more information. It seemed to be the wrong thing to ask about though, because Danny's face fell, and he slumped back into the pillow's, looking away from both men in the room.

"Because, I know what will happen if I do." Danny fell silent and Neal felt slightly bad for bringing it up. He was dieing to ask Danny more about how he could know such a thing, but the pain and suffering he saw in the ghosts eyes stopped him. Neal decided it would be best if he just changed the subject. Apparently, Mozzie thought the same because he cleared his throat, gaining both people's attention.

"I still don't understand ghost. What does any of that have to do with you being able to breath and bleed and sleep." Mozzie wondered, and crossed his arms over his chest. Waiting for his answer. Danny seemed to snap out of whatever dark place his thoughts had taken him and smiled,

"Oh right. Well, I am a ghost, but because I still have my humanity, I'm more human than ghost. I'm more like, a human with ghost powers. I'm a lot stronger then most ghosts, which is how I can protect Amity, but I also have human weaknesses." Danny leaned back into his pillows smugly and Neal could tell that Danny was keeping some pretty important secrets out.

And Neal was determined to figure those secrets out.

Thanks for reading chapter three guys. Your feedback is ALWAYS welcome. No matter what you have to say... Well, as long as its constructive, I mean.

Anyway, next chapter coming your way soon.