- Present Day -

Spencer panned the camera down, following the picture frame as it floated onto the table, "Aaaaannndd cut!" He stopped the recording and played it back. Perfect. "Great work, Billy!"

"Well, what can I say, the Cobra is as good of an actor as he is a musician!" The ghost said with a smirk. Although he was visible to Spencer he was not visible through the camera lens.

Spencer rolled his eyes, "All you did was lower the frame onto the table, drill bit. It's not exactly rocket science."

Billy pouted and folded his arms, "Well, I'd like to see you do it, Spencilton!"

Spencer smirked. He could do it with some wires but having Billy do it saved him a ton of editing time. Not that he was gonna tell the ghost that. He wasn't in the mood for one of Billy's tantrums and Billy would probably storm off if Spencer said that. Besides, he was kind of grateful Billy agreed to help him with his new film even though it involved ghosts. Billy may be a ghost himself but they freaked him out(which Spence didn't understand). When Spencer first asked him for help he assumed Billy was going to refuse but to his surprise, Billy agreed. Spencer checked the recording again as he turned and walked toward the back of the attic.

"Whatever, dude. Look, I still got a butt ton of shots to take before Rajeev gets here so let's keep goi-AH!" Spencer's foot caught on something on the floor and he went down face-first. Ow. He pushed himself up and rubbed his forehead and nose…-with the hand that had been holding the camera. His head snapped up and he looked around only to see the device hovering in front of him.

Billy sheepishly grinned as he held the camera, "You ok, dude?"

Spencer sighed in relief as he took it from the ghost, "Yeah, I'll be fine. Thanks, Billy. Don't know what I'd do if I broke this thing...again." He checked the footage again to make sure it wasn't damaged. To his relief it was fine.

Spencer looked back and glared at the box he'd tripped over, "You have way too much junk up here, dude. What is all this stuff?" He glanced around at the towers of boxes and bins that lined the attic walls.

Billy shrugged, "Could be anything. Gifts fans sent me, stuff I got that didn't match my awesome decor or something like that. I'd just have my people put that stuff up here. "

"Uuuhh, pack-rat much?" Spence smirked, "We should probably get rid of some of this stuff." He opened the box he had tripped over and started digging through it. There were some old clothes, jewelry, shoes, nicknacks...and an old multi-colored shoe box. It stood out compared to the other more expensive looking items.

Spencer chuckled as he lifted the shoebox out, "Hey, check this out!" He blew on it, causing a plume of dust to burst through the air and the pair coughed.

Billy turned his hand into a fan and blew the dust away. They blinked at the shoe box. It was covered in faded music and monster-themed stickers and childish drawings.

"Uuuhhh, what is this?" Spencer asked.

Billy shrugged, "Beats me, brotato. I don't remember this."

Spencer set the box down and they knelt beside it as he took off the lid. Inside was an assortment of random items.

"Heeeyyy," Spencer reached in and pulled out an old zombie toy, "I remember this! I had toys just like these when I was a kid. Did you used to play with this kind of stuff too?"

Billy made a face, "Are you kidding? I never touched stuff like that. Bleh!" He emphasized his disgust with a shiver.

Spencer's brows furrowed and he examined the toy. Somehow it looked almost exactly like the one he had as a kid. It was even missing the same arm...Weeeiiirrrddd.

Spencer continued to rummage through the box. There was a fancy guitar pick, an old notebook, a broken camcorder, pieces of cardboard with stuff scribbled on them, more toys, makeup, some costume jewelry, and more miscellaneous stuff.

"Looks like a bunch of garbage," Billy muttered. Then something under the camcorder caught his eye. He picked it up and the camcorder.

"Yeah, maybe you're right. This stuff doesn't look that important," Spencer sighed and looked at Billy. But the pop-star was staring at a small stack of papers with such shock written on his face it was like he'd seen a-...ghost. A faint glow faded from him so quickly that Spencer almost missed it.

"Billy?"

No response.

He walked over and tapped Billy's arm, "Hey."

The ghost looked up at him but his expression didn't change. Spencer took the stack of papers and realized they were pictures. The one on top was a picture of Billy when he was alive, maybe a teenager at the time, and he was holding a small child. Spencer's brain took a moment to register that the small child was himself. Spencer's head snapped up to look at his cousin again but Billy was busy staring at the camcorder.

"Whoa, what is this? Did-...Did we meet when you were-I mean before you got ghostif-"

"Alive."

Spencer blinked, "What?"

"When I was alive," he whispered. Spencer wasn't sure if Billy was talking to him or himself.

Spence didn't know what to say. Billy never, ever, ever, EVER referred to himself as dead or as his past as when he was alive. Not that they both didn't know it but it was a sensitive subject that made the late pop-star upset. So they referred to it as 'ghostified'. To hear Billy say it out loud made Spencer realize something was very wrong.

"Dude, I don't remember this. Do you?" Spencer asked.

Billy slowly nodded.

Spencer blinked, "Then why didn't you ever mention this?" He was trying not to be upset but it seemed like a big thing to leave out. Especially since Spencer believed he'd first met Billy after his family had inherited the house. He tried to remember when he could have possibly met Billy as a kid but he was drawing blanks.

"I forgot...how did I forget?" Billy muttered, again more to himself than to answer the question.

Spencer's eyebrows shot up and his mouth worked for a moment, "You...forgot? Just like that? That easily?"

Billy wasn't listening, he was staring at the stupid camera. Spencer flipped through the other pictures. There was the first, a young BJC grinning at the camera holding Spencer who might have only been around 4 or 5. Another was of Billy and Spencer sitting on the floor of Spencer's old bedroom while Spencer and playing with toys. Another had the pair trying to pose cool while wearing sunglasses and silly outfits. There was one that looked like Spence was playing the guitar while Billy helped hold it up. Another was the two pretending to be zombies, covered in mud and dirt. The more he flipped through the more irritated Spencer became.

He couldn't remember any of the scenarios that the pictures had. Nothing. Some seemed to feel familiar but he didn't know how and for some reason it was making him irrationally angry.

If this was a quick meeting at a family reunion or something he would have an easier time understanding that they forgot about it. But there were pictures of the pair and items that looked like they belonged to both boys. It looked like that may have actually gotten along as children. Spencer didn't remember having a friend like that as a kid. He was bullied a lot because of his interest in horror. Well, sure, he's still bullied even now but at least now he had friends. He would have been happier growing up if he knew he had a friend to support him.

Then he noticed something, "Hey...These were even taken at my old house. Someone would've had to have known about it. My parents! Billy, do you think they'd remember?"

Spencer looked at his friend again but Billy was floating there and staring at the wall as if his mind was somewhere else.

"Billy?" he waved a hand in front of his friend's face but received no response.

Spencer shook his head and went downstairs. He shouldn't be surprised Billy would forget something like that seeing how air-headed he usually was. Spencer would have just been a little kid at the time so it's possible he was too young to remember. But his parents should still remember. Spencer ran downstairs and into the kitchen where his mom was cooking.

"Hey Mom, can I ask you something?"

Jane turned and smiled at him, "Sure, sweetie."

Spencer held out the photo, "Do you remember Billy Joe Cobra ever visiting us before we moved here?"

She squinted at it for a moment before shaking her head, "I'm afraid not, dear. Where on Earth did this picture come from?"

Spencer frowned, "Don't worry about it. Thanks, Mom."

Spencer ran to find his Dad but only got the same result. He trudged back to the attic to find Billy and the box gone so he went to his room. The ghost wasn't there but the box and its contents were carefully laid out on the floor.

"Billy?!" He called out and waited. No response. He sighed in frustration.

Spencer couldn't help but wonder if Billy was making this up or playing some elaborate prank. His parents didn't remember and if BJC was staying at their old house when he was younger that's something you don't forget. If this was a joke it wasn't very funny. Spencer stomped through the house looking for the ghost. He found him in the studio. Billy was going through his instruments and muttering to himself.

Spencer stood behind him with his hands on his hips, "Billy."

Billy's head snapped around to look at Spencer and he grinned, "Hey, tater-tot! Look, I need your help finding something-"

Spencer cut him off by shoving the pictures at him, "Very funny, Billy."

"What's funny?" Billy frowned.

Spencer rolled his eyes, "Don't play dumb. This is a bad joke, dude, even for you."

"Iiiii'm not following…"

Spencer pointed at the pictures, "That! My parents don't remember you ever visiting when I was a kid and neither do I. Those have to be fake."

For a moment Billy looked genuinely hurt and Spencer's doubts faltered a little, "They're not fake and we did hang out as kids! I just...forgot until now. But I remember now so it's all true!"

"How do I know you're not making this whole thing up?"

Billy blinked, "Make this up? Are you kidding?!"

"Billy, no one else 'remembers' besides you. For all I know this is a prank or some dream you had. I mean these pictures could be a clever photoshop!"

"You really think I'd do something like that, dude?"

Spencer paused for a moment. Honestly, he didn't think Billy was smart enough to pull something like this off, and he didn't know why Billy would want to in the first place. But the ghosts schemes didn't always make sense(like the time Spence tried to get elected as class president and Billy trashed his room) and he could have had help with the pictures.

Spencer shrugged, "Maybe."

Billy glared and crossed his arms, "I'm telling the truth!"

"Prove it."

"Fine! I will!" and with that Billy zipped off through the wall.

Spencer smirked. He didn't know what Billy was going to try next but it wouldn't work. He'd get bored and give up on the prank sooner or later.

Or so Spencer thought. The longer the day progressed the more frantically Billy searched the house for something. The longer he searched the less angry the ghost became and the more despondent he was. Even when Rajeev came over to help film Billy was so engrossed with searching he didn't help with the film. No matter what Spence or Raj said he didn't stop. Rajeev was also skeptical but agreed with Spencer that Billy probably wasn't capable of photoshopping the pictures so well. They didn't dwell on it long and focused on filming instead while Billy was preoccupied.

Rajeev went home late in the afternoon and Spencer spent the rest of the evening fiddling with the old camcorder. He was really fixated on it for some reason. He thought that if he could get it to work maybe there would be something recorded on it to help clear things up. But no matter what he did it didn't work. Spencer gave up after a few hours and went to bed but Billy stayed up all night scouring the house. When Spencer got up the next morning the ghost was sitting on the floor in his room with a distraught expression on his face. He was surrounded by the objects from the box and the photos. Spencer tried talking to him but his friend completely ignored him. Spence was starting to actually get concerned but left for school without his friend anyway.

By lunchtime, the ghost still hadn't joined Spencer at school and he was getting worried. Shanilla scrutinized the pictures Spencer showed her but she couldn't find any evidence that the images were photoshopped. Meaning if Billy did have help then it was with someone super skilled...or he was telling the truth. But this didn't explain why no one else remembered. Rajeev joked that maybe it's a ghost thing and suggested messing with some ecto to try and jog his memory. Spencer dismissed it given how many times messing with ecto got them into trouble before.

Shanilla's suggestion that it may have been a fever dream and the ghost created the stuff in some weird ecto-fit seemed more plausible. But Spencer decided he'd ask his friend, a little nicer this time, to tell him what he remembered. Maybe he could make sense out of all this then.

Spencer went right home after school and up to his room. The elevator doors opened and he saw Billy sitting on the bed holding the camcorder. For some reason, the sight of it dissipated his happier mood and he grew irritated again.

"Still moping?" He slung his backpack on the bed and snatched the camcorder out of the ghosts' hands. Spencer plopped down at his desk and started fiddling with it again. Billy folded his arms around his chest with a pout and hovered in a ball by the window.

After a few minutes, he heard his friend sigh, "Even if you get it working there's nothing on it, bro-chanic…"

Spencer dropped the camcorder on the table a little harder than necessary, "Why didn't you tell me that sooner? I was messing with this stupid thing for hours last night." Spencer tossed the thing at the trash can.

"Whoa! No!" Billy extended an arm over and caught it mid-air.

"If it doesn't work then it's trash, dude."

Billy pouted at him, "It's special! We had some great times with this thing," he held it above him grinning like it was one if his Billy statues.

Spencer stared at him for a long moment, "Great times? Billy, it's a hunk of junk! Dude, tell me what's really going on."

Billy pouted at him, "Still think I'm making it up, do ya?"

Ah...that's right. He remembered his original game plan now. Spencer shook his head, "You're right, I'm sorry, man. Don't know what I got so tweaked over. Why don't you tell me something you remembered? Who knows, maybe it'll help me recall a thing or two."

Billy stared at him for a long moment. The seriousness of his expression made Spencer uneasy. Then the ghost shook his head and pouted out the window, "It'd be better if I could find that guitar. There's no way you'd forget that."

Spencer blinked and something in the back of his mind clicked, "Guitar?"

"Yeah, the one I played for you when I was visiting. We even came up with a song together on that thing! I have this feeling that if I can find the thing you'll remember something."

Spencer blinked and grabbed the pictures. There was an electric guitar in some of the pictures and a keytar but somehow he could feel these weren't what Billy was talking about. Spencer retrieved the fancy guitar pick from the box. It was carved out of some kind of red gemstone and engraved with the initials BJC that sparkled. Somehow Spencer knew he'd held it before and he was pretty sure he knew what the guitar looked like.

"Was the guitar red?"

Billy's head whipped around 180 degrees to look at him. He grinned and nodded.

"And bedazzled?"

"Custom gemstone embedded!" Billy huffed.

Spencer rolled his eyes with a smirk, "Bedazzled. But how did I remember that…?"

Billy grabbed his shoulders and shook him with a huge grin, "See! Told you I was telling the truth!"

"But what if I've seen you use it before? Like in one of your videos or something?" No...somehow that didn't feel right. But Spencer couldn't be sure the guitar was related to his past. Even if the thought of it felt profoundly familiar.

Billy shook his head, "I never used it again after I visited, I swear! Actually, I don't know what happened to it after that...But come on, dude, you gotta believe me!"

"If I help you look for it will you calm down and tell me what you remembered?"

Billy nodded vigorously and zipped out of the room. Spencer sighed and followed behind him. So the search continued...to no avail. The two searched the entire house, under every object, in every hidden compartment or room Billy ever installed but there wasn't a red glittery guitar anywhere. On their third search through the Tiki room, Spencer was starting to feel like he was being played again.

"Just give it up, dude. It's not here," he grumbled.

Billy was busy flinging things across the room and access another hidden safe, "It's gotta be! That thing was priceless!"

Spencer groaned and flopped down on the couch, "Would you knock it off and tell me what's really going on?"

Billy was suddenly in his face, "I'm telling the truth, Spence."

The seriousness of his friends' expression was erasing his doubts. Spencer squinted at him, "Honest?"

"Scouts honor!"

"You were never a scout. Billy, I'm serious. If this is some stupid joke then-"

"It's not!"

"Swear it!" Spence pointed a finger at him.

Billy stared at it for a moment before he smirked. Then he took Spencer's hand and looped his pinky with Spencer's, "I promise."

Spencer blinked. He didn't know what to say but he was overwhelmed with Deja Vu and a fuzzy memory of...someone doing the exact same thing stuck in his head. Spencer snatched his hand back and took a step back.

Billy frowned, "What?"

"I think I-..." Spencer shook his head, "Dude, we need to find that guitar."

Billy blinked, "Well duh! That's what I've been saying. State the obvious, much?"

Spencer groaned, "That's not what-I mean I think I remembered something!"

"Really?!"

"Yes! And if we find that guitar I might remember more."

Billy frowned, "But we've looked everywhere, Bro-tractor."

"When's the last time you remember having it?"

"I told you when I visited you."

"What if you left it behind?"

"Ha! Yeah right, as if I'd leave that precious thing behind," He paused for a long moment, "But if I did it'd probably be at the fort."

Spencer jolted, "Fort?"

Billy chuckled, "Yeah the one in the woods by the old cabin. Man, that place was a total junkyard but boy did we have fun. The fort you made by yourself was total lamesauce so the great BJC helped you make a better one."

Spencer's mouth worked for several moments. He'd never told anyone about that place. Not even his parents and sure as hell not Billy. He didn't talk about his past at all so how did the ghost know about it and why didn't he say something sooner? Billy might be telling the truth despite how weird this all was.

"We need to go there," Spencer said.

Billy gawked at him, "Are you serious, bro-han?"

Spencer shrugged, "It's worth a shot. I remembered it so maybe seeing it will jog my memory."

Billy thought for a moment then his face lit up, "Yeah! And if my guitar is there it'll prove I'm telling the truth!"

"Yeah!"

"But how are we gonna get there?"

"Mom and Dad are taking Jessica to a competition this weekend. We can take your limo."

Billy didn't look amused but didn't argue.

Friday evening Billy and Spencer left in the limo after Spencer's parents and sister left. He hoped that this time they'd be gone the whole weekend provided his sister behaved herself. Spencer packed a bag full of extra clothes, some food, water, and the old shoebox. Billy packed three suitcases worth of stuff despite Spence telling him they wouldn't be gone that long. Then they dressed Spencer up to look more like an adult like the time he tried to get that director gig. That way Spencer could sit in the driver's seat and give the appearance of a visible adult driver while it was Billy controlled the car. Spence just hoped they didn't get pulled over as Billy's expired license wouldn't save them.

Once they were out of the city and further away from populated areas Spencer moved to the passengers' seat. He shed the disguise and got comfortable enough to catch some sleep. Billy had no problem driving through the night and the windows of the limo should be tinted enough to not see through in the dark. It was a long drive and they only stopped for bathroom breaks.

Spencer woke up sometime the next morning to the sound of snoring, birds chirping, and the buzz of insects. He rubbed his eyes and looked over to see Billy sawing logs in the driver's seat, thankfully with the car parked and turned off. Spencer looked out the windows. They were surrounded by corn fields on either side. Dead ahead was an old house and behind the house, the cornfields turned into a massive wooded area. Billy had parked to the side of a pothole-riddled road which was being retaken by grass and weeds. He hoped Billy wouldn't have a meltdown about being in nature again. They weren't at the old cabin yet, but at Spencer's old house instead. It didn't look occupied.

Spencer shook the ghost, "Billy...Billy!"

Billy snorted, "Uuhhgg, no-no more autographs, people, the great BJC needs to rest his precious hands…"

"Wake up, pea-brain!"

"Huh-what?" Billy blinked awake and sat up.

"Come on, time to go," Spencer said as he grabbed his backpack, put the shoebox in it, and got back out of the limo.

The ghost groaned but followed Spence out of the car. Spencer walked up to the house and stopped short of the porch steps. Billy hovered beside him. The house looked like it hadn't been touched since they left. Last he had heard the developers who bought the house had planned on demolishing it and using the land for something else but they apparently haven't touched it yet. Billy zipped around Spencer and instead of going inside he went towards the back yard. Part of Spence wanted to check out the inside of the house but it probably wasn't a good idea. Best to leave that part of his past behind.

Spence was feeling a little silly right now. They'd traveled all this way on the dim hopes of finding some old guitar that might jog Spencer's memory. What for? The more Spencer thought about it the more ridiculous all of this seemed. He should have questioned Billy more. Spencer kept trying to tell himself there was no way the guitar would be here. Even if it was how would it help him remember anything IF there was anything to remember at all? But he had this nagging feeling that they had to find it. It was kind of like the feeling he got when Billy made that promise. It felt familiar and it bothered the heck out of him.

Spencer followed Billy to the backyard where the ghost was hovering in front of an old handmade play-set. It had rusted and broken over the years but half of the swing was still attached.

Billy was smirking, "I remember this hunk of junk. Your Dad built it. It probably wasn't safe but we still played on it."

Spencer opened his mouth but then shut it. He wanted to say he didn't remember that but something felt familiar again. He remembered his parents pushing him on the swings but also vaguely like someone else did once.

Billy zipped around the swings and towards the woods at the back of the house. Spencer followed. Billy and Spencer fought their way through the brush before it let out onto a deer path. The deer path eventually lead to a dirt road and they could either turn left or right. Billy went right. Spencer's sense of Deja Vu was making him dizzy. The ghost knew about the deer path behind his house and which way to turn onto the road. Spencer was starting to think that it couldn't be a coincidence at this point.

"I still don't understand how you forgot so easily," Spencer said as he rummaged through his backpack. He hoped that some food in his stomach would ease the dizziness.

Billy shrugged, "I don't know what to tell you, man. I mean I don't think it was that simple. It's more like...that whole week was completely gone till now. Like bro-nesia or something."

Spencer blinked, "Wait, so you were missing a whole week of your memories and you didn't question it for all those years?"

Billy's face twisted into a guilty smile, "What can I say? I party-hardied a lot back in the day and some of them got really wild! I mean, some of the things I did were-Uh...well that's not something someone your age needs to know about. What I'm saying is the Cobra maaaaay have blacked out a few times during parties and missing chunks of memory wasn't that unusual. I always just assumed I'd partied a little too hardie that week."

"For a whole week, dude?"

Billy cringed, "Yeah, that's a bit much now that I think about it. But I didn't question it for all those years."

Spencer pulled out two granola bars and handed one to Billy. Not that the ghost needed to eat but it made him feel less, you know, dead, "You really think the guitar will be here?"

"I hope so…" Billy whispered before he started eating.

For a while, the two walked and ate in silence. Both were too engrossed in their thoughts. Spencer was so zoned out he didn't even realize when Billy turned him down a hidden driveway.

"There it is!" Billy shouted.

Spencer snapped out of his daze and looked up. Ahead was a familiar rusty iron gate and fence. It was as beaten up and broken as he remembered. Billy zipped forward and removed the same broken metal bars that Spencer used to as a kid...

Spencer followed his friend through to the other side. The place looked like a junkyard. Piles of junk were stacked in pillars and walls all around. Each pile was organized into its own category: tires, metal objects, tools, cars, bikes, boxes, cardboard, wooden planks, steel rods, etc. It was a maze of stuff and if you didn't already know where to go you'd probably get lost. Looming nearby was an old abandoned log cabin. The thing reminded Spence of the stereotypical abandoned shacks he's seen in slasher films.

Billy kept the lead as he ducked and wove around the stuff. He took Spencer directly to the old fort. He even lifted the tarp hiding the secret entrance among some crates. This confirmed it for Spence that Billy had been here before and only Spence could have been the one to lead him here.

The fort was nothing special. The pallet of wood that once was a set stage for his toys was almost completely covered by ivy and dead leaves. Ivy also covered the wooden pallets and boxes used for the backdrop wall. A pair of old chairs and a shelving unit salvaged from somewhere in the yard sat on the other side. Miscellaneous objects sat on the shelves. Mostly weird or creepy objects Spencer used to find around the yard and play with as a kid. There also were old monster masks made out of objects from the yard.

Billy wasted no time blowing all the leaves out of the fort and tearing off the ivy and weeds. Spencer watched as Billy zipped around the fort checking each corner and under every object. He even lifted the pallet 'stage' where Spence had a hidden 'safe' made out of an old crate. Spence smiled and was more convinced Billy had been telling the truth; even if the guitar wasn't here.

"No, no, no!" Billy panicked, "It HAS to be here! It just has to be!"

"Billy, look...we don't need to find it. I-"

Billy was in his face in an instant with his hands on Spencer's shoulders, "It's gotta be around here somewhere! Come on, help me check the rest of the yard!" Before Spencer could say anything Billy had phased through the makeshift wall and was gone.

"The...rest of the yard?"

By rest of the yard, Billy meant searching under Every. Single. Scrap. Pile. By the time they combed through every pile, it was already well into the evening. Spencer was exhausted and wanted to go back to the limo to eat something since he left the rest of their food. But Billy insisted on checking again.

"Billy, just stop!"

But he didn't. He dug through a pile of old bumpers, piles of woods, piles of junk, flinging it everywhere, "It's gotta be here!"

"Dude, come on, it doesn't matter! Look, I didn't even have to show you how to get here. You did it all by yourself! The only way you could have known is if you've been here before right? So I believe you now, ok? Even if I don't remember it."

Billy still didn't stop, "But it's gotta be here, Spence! Keep looking!"

"Why is it so important to you?"

"Because what if you were right?!"

Spencer blinked, "What?

Billy stopped and hovered there panting for a moment, "What if you're right…?" he whispered.

Spencer still didn't understand so he waited for Billy to continue.

"What if it was all in my head? What if I really did just black out that week and try to fill in the gaps with some fever dream? What if I'm finally losing it, lil' bro?! I don't wanna live in a room with padded walls!" The ghost started to tear up.

Spencer prepared to dodge diva-tantrum ectoplasm tears, "Whoa, whoa, dude-"

"I thought if I could find that stupid guitar then it'd prove I really was here and it wasn't in my head. That we really had hung out kids and we were bros and I didn't break that stupid promise!" The musician broke down into actual sobs instead of the hissy fit Spence was expecting. Billy scrubbed at his face as he tried to wipe away his tears.

Spencer's mouth opened and closed but nothing came out. He didn't know what to say. Sure Billy cried and carried on a lot but seeing him break down like this was new, "Billy, come on, man. Look, it's gonna be ok! We're still bros. Even if we don't find the guitar I still believe you. I never told anyone about my secret fort but you knew about it and you knew where it was. I'm positive the stuff in the box belonged to both of us and I haven't seen those toys in years. How else could they wind up at your house among your stuff?"

This didn't seem to console the ghost.

Spencer sighed and wrapped an arm around Billy's shoulders, "Let's keep looking, ok? This place is big, it's gotta be out here somewhere."

Billy sniffled and nodded, "Ok…"

Spencer looked over to the old cabin, "Did we ever go in there?"

"It seems familiar but I don't remember, brosephs. I think I'm still missing some pieces."

"So let's check it out," Spencer started towards the house but Billy swooped in front of him.

"I-I don't think that's a good idea."

"What? Why not? We've looked everywhere else."

Billy shivered, "But that place is super creep-show, bro."

Spencer rolled his eyes and walked past him, "Don't be a baby, no one's lived in that dump for ages. Let's check it out, what's the worst that can happen?"

Billy groaned but followed close behind Spencer, hovering in a ball and biting his nails. The door was unlocked but something on the other side was blocking it from opening. With a shove from both boys, the door opened and something on the other side crashed to the floor. The pair peered in and even in the dim light they could see the inside of the house wasn't much better than the yard. Piles of stuff were stacked as high as the ceiling and shelves piled with more stuff lined the walls. Everything was dusty and covered in cobwebs. Spencer grabbed a flashlight from his backpack and crept in. Billy cowered behind Spencer and clung to the back of his shirt.

Spencer stepped carefully around and over stuff as he shined the light around looking for a red guitar. The main room had plenty of junk but no instruments. The hairs on the back of Spencer's neck stood up and he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched but he chalked it up to watching too many horror movies. This was just an old abandoned cabin. No one else was here. Spencer slowly made his way into the back rooms. Something fell next to them, both boys screamed and Billy wrapped himself around Spence like a boa constrictor. Then a rat scurried by.

"Phew! It was just a rat. Get off, Billy, it's not scary."

The ghost whined and unwound himself, "Those things carry diseases, dude! Bleh!"

Spencer shook his head and continued into the back room, not noticing that Billy was no longer follow him.

The back room was a little more organized. Tables and shelves were stacked with nick nacks and ornaments in little displays. But in the back, it looked like the largest display had been destroyed. It looked like it may have been a huge display of glass objects on glass shelves. Spencer crept towards to the back, all the while the feeling of being watched got stronger. As he approached the display something stood out on the floor among the glass. Something red.

There it was! Buried under broken glass and glass figures was an old broken red guitar covered in rhinestones and gems. The letters BJC were embedded near the bottom.

He carefully pushed aside the glass from the neck of the guitar and picked it up, "Billy I found it! Check it out!"

Spencer spun around, expecting Billy to still be clinging to him, but instead, he was met with a different face. An old, fuzzy, wrinkly thing with shining eyes that was inches from his own face. Spencer screamed and pinwheeled backward. His foot caught something and he fell onto his back. He was pretty sure he didn't land on any glass large enough to cut him but the breath was knocked out of him. He felt disoriented as he tried to breathe again but he did hear Billy calling him, then a high pitched scream. After a moment he felt the guitar taken from him.

"Back! Get back, you-you creep! Don-Don't make me use this!" He heard Billy's wavering shout.

Spencer blinked back tears and coughed until he sucked in a solid breath of air. But since the air was dusty and stale he just coughed more.

"Baruch Cohen? You're a ghost now?" a voice asked.

Spencer's eye snapped open and he sat up. Just in front of him hovered Billy who was holding the guitar over his shoulder like a baseball bat, threatening to swing it. To his shock, a few feet in front of them hovered another ghost. It was an old rotund man dressed in ragged clothes that looked like something Spencer's grandfather would wear. The man had a bristly mustache and he wore huge round glasses that obscured his eyes and reflected the light. Billy and Spencer looked at each other, then back at the ghost.

"You...you know his name? Like his actual name?"

The ghost tilted his head at Spencer and then looked back at Billy, "Oh dear…"

After moving back into the main room(and after Billy stopped freaking out about a ghost) the old man introduced himself as Frank Bower, former owner of the house. He had been, in his own words, a collector. Billy and Spencer would say hoarder but decided it best not to say that to his face. When Spencer asked how he could see him without wearing any of his stuff the old ghost simply looked skeptically at Billy and asked, 'Oh, so you can't do that yet?' Before Billy could throw a fit Spencer asked Frank to elaborate on how he knew them.

The old man passed away ages ago but kept haunting the house. If anyone tried to occupy the house or take his stuff he'd scare them till they left. Eventually, the house and all his stuff were abandoned for years until Spencer showed up when he was a child. By that point, it had been years since Frank had seen human life and the kid didn't take anything, only played on the property, so Frank didn't bother him. But then Billy showed up.

"So Billy really did visit!" Spencer gawked.

Frank nodded, "And took something from my property! That's the only reason why I tried to scare you two all those years ago."

"What?! I didn't take anything!" Billy argued.

"You took my camcorder!" Frank howled at Billy.

"What? That's bogus! The Cobra isn't a thief."

While the two argued Spencer retrieved the shoe box from his bag. He took out the old camcorder from it and handed it to Frank, "You mean this?"

Frank gasped and grabbed the camcorder, "Yes!"

Billy blinked at it, "But I don't remember taking it. I don't even remember meeting you, you creepy old man."

"Billy! Behave," Spencer hissed.

Frank grabbed the box from Spencer and stared at it, then at the camcorder. The objects glowed blue for a few moments and he sighed, "That is my fault."

Spencer and Billy shared a look again, "We don't follow…" Spencer said.

"I have had many years to lament the error of my ways. Back then I was angered over losing one of my precious possessions and I wanted to take something from you as well. So I placed a curse on the box to take something important from you. I didn't know what it would do until now. It appears that whatever objects were placed in the box took away those associated memories."

"So then how did Billy remember?"

The ghost pointed at the camcorder, "It has something to do with this. It has my ectoplasm on it. I used to use it to store my own memories so I would not forget my past life. After it was placed in your box it must have absorbed the memories the box stole. Since Billy is a ghost now his ectoplasm must have mixed with mine when he touched it and he was able to remember."

"Ew…" Billy cringed, "But there's some stuff I don't remember. Like taking your camera or leaving my awesome guitar here, either!"

"Perhaps it is because you left the guitar here that you do not have that memory," Frank pondered.

"Uh, hello? Not like it can fit in the box so why would the curse affect the guitar?"

"No, but the matching pick was in the box!" Spencer said as he took out the pick, "Frank, how do we undo the curse?"

The ghost pondered for a moment as he stared at the camcorder, "I have an idea."

Billy and Spencer blinked at one another then back at him. Frank grabbed a projector from one of his piles of stuff and some old wires. He brought out and rolled down a screen and set two chairs in front of it for the boys to sit in. Frank busied himself with hooking up the projector to the camcorder as the two sat in the chairs and waited. Frank spattered some ecto on the camera, attached another wire to it, and setting it on top of the box. Then the ghost took one of the wires attached to the camcorder and stuck it in Billy's ear, causing the pop-star to shudder and gag. Frank then spit some ecto on the camcorder. Spencer cocked an eyebrow opened his mouth but shut it when the projector turned on and a fuzzy image appeared on the screen. It slowly began to come into focus and Spencer understood what the ghost meant.