Throughout the history of the Ghost Zone and into ancient times, a human child is abducted from their parents at birth and kept until its death. That child is expected to carry the immense burden of all ghosts on its shoulders. By no means is any ghost allowed to treat the child with love or respect. They are expected to ignore the child's existence and pay no mind to it, even if it were to beg at their feet. The only interaction allowed is when each ghost reaches a certain maturity level. At whatever time that maturity level is reached, the ghost is brought to the door and informed of the child's purpose. They are encouraged to enter the room and observe the child. However, contact is strictly prohibited as it's a pleasure not allowed for it to experience. The child can only know misery, fear and loneliness for all its life. If it were to experience any sort of happiness or comfort the balance would be tipped. For it would no longer be able to take on the ghost's misery and anger, plunging every ghost into an unspeakable rage.

In order for those of the Ghost Zone to be able to live a happy and carefree afterlife, one human child must suffer for eternity.

The Observants all filed into the counsel room, taking their seats anxious to get the Ghost Zone back in order again. It had been an entire decade since the unfortunate accident resulting in the last child's death. With each passing year the ghosts became more violent and obsessive. Many of them traveled to the Human Plane to terrorize whoever they found. As much as they wanted to send their catcher, Warden, out to snatch any newborn child, it was common knowledge among them that they couldn't The only thing they could do was wait for the sign of the new child's birth. Since not just any child could handle their burden.

"We will not be able to wait much longer." One eyeball exclaimed, slamming his fist onto the surface in front of him.

"It is true!" Another one agreed. "We ghosts cannot function much longer without a new child. Many have already become consumed by their obsession. Without the human to impose their frustration and disappointments upon-"

"Surely you understand that we must wait for the moment to come to us. As it always has." An Observant from the other side of the row yelled, cutting off the one before him.

"Perhaps we should request details from Clockwork?"

"So you suggest wasting our time!"

"No. I merely am suggesting an alternative-"

"Never before has he ever disclosed any information regarding the child with us. Why would he now?" All at once it seemed that everyone of the Observants began arguing with each other. Throwing as many intellectual ideas and heavy critiques they could around the room. Not a single one noticing the signal they were looking for begin to form in the middle of the room. It took the cry of a baby to halt the argument and silence the room. The silence lasted only a few moments before they sprang into action, giving commands left and right.

"The newborn is here! Send him to fetch the child!"

"Summon Frostbite immediately!"

"With haste!"

The catcher entered the Human Plane through the first natural portal available. Warden was a particularly grotesque ghost. He wore old bloody spec ops clothing with rips all over the clothe from his time of death. With many oozing scars on his body and only one present eye, every couple unfortunate enough to have their child targeted was terrified by his mere appearance. Both parents frozen by fear as Warden arrived, allowing him to get in and get out quickly with the child in hand, leaving the parents to wallow in their anguish. However, with the human's rapidly expanding technology came new careers. Little did he know that when he arrived at Amity Park's maternity wing, the parents of the new savior were beginning ghost hunters.

He had only minutes until his return portal would appear. Before taking another step, he forced himself invisible. When he entered the room of Jack and Maddie Fenton, little Daniel was asleep in his mother's arms. Jack was asleep in a chair that was pulled right up against the bed. Maddie held her baby boy with the utmost love and the sweetest smile on her face. Warden silently floated over to the clear side of the bed and quickly plucked the boy from his mother's arms.

Almost immediately Maddie yelled, "GHOOST!" and pulled out a mini ecto-gun from beneath her pillow. She pointed it at the air above her baby's head. Seconds later Jack Fenton awoke and clumsily pulled out his own weapon. But neither of them moved a muscle past that. They wouldn't be able to live with themselves if they hit Daniel. The ecto-beams may not cause excruciating pain as would a ghost, but they could still seriously hurt a newborn. Warden turned visible and laughed. The shocked expression on the parent's faces still classic to him.

By this time little Daniel had awoken from his nap. He looked over to his mother and giggled, reaching out for her. Warden took one of his small hands and forced a waving motion before turning intangible and flying through the floor. Barely able to hear the mother's frantic screams over the baby's crying. Warden cradled the child in his arms and flew for the morgue where the return portal appeared right on schedule.