I don't know why I've been writing so many cross-overs lately. But this idea just wouldn't leave me alone. Just in case you don't know, Ghost Adventures is a real show. In case you've never watched it, here's a basic break down: Zak, Nick, and Aaron travel all over the world to investigate haunted locations. The first half of the show is usually something about the history, some encounters people have had, and a tour so they can decide where to put their X's. The X's are formed out of duct-tape and usually cameras are placed there over night. I tried my best to portray their characters and even used exact quotes out of the show. (This is in no way, shape, or form a bash on the show. I love it and 99% percent believe in the evidence they collect and how seriously they take their jobs. They just tend to overreact sometimes and making fun of them is fun).

And one more thing, I'm a really visual person so I like to map out where the characters are and what their setting looks like before I start writing because it just helps me. I'll leave the image I drew at the end of this chapter for anyone who's interested/confused. They aren't works of art, just ten second images made to help me write better.

"Schools are a place of learning, and education. Where the children of this generation prepare for the next. Some, though, never get a future. Condemned souls trapped in eternity in the one place they were so desperate to escape from in life..."

Aaron stopped the camera, reviewing the shot they had just taken. He stared at his LCD screen for a while, biting his lip then frowning.

"What? Is something wrong?" asked Zak, walking over to him.

"No, no, that was a great shot. Would you mind walking a bit slower though? It's not giving me the effect I'd like it to."

Zak rolled his eyes and walked back to the end of the hallway, waiting for Aaron's queue.

"One, two, three..."

"Schools are a place of learning, and education. Where the children of this generation prepare for the next. Some, though, never get a future. Condemned souls trapped in eternity in the one place they were-"

The bell rung, signaling the beginning of school. Nick groaned, setting his camera down.

"Looks like we're going to have to film our opening out in front," he stated.

"But the hallway gives a way better effect! It's so much creepier!" argued Aaron

"Enough with the effects, Aaron!"

Aaron huffed and stood up from his crouched position in front of Zak.

"Fine, we can capture the rest of the scene out in front. When the halls are empty again we're coming back in and maybe redo the first scene. It shouldn't take more than a few seconds if Zak acts how he's supposed to-"

"Hey hey, I was great. Suspenseful and everything. You're the picky one."

Aaron spared a glance at Zak before continuing,

"As I was saying, it shouldn't take more than a few seconds then we can continue with the tour that's scheduled. Talk to a few students during passing, and then we have our opening clips done so we can start mapping out our X's. We'll come back around 6."

"Sounds like a plan."

They made their way to the front, ignoring the glances and whispering of the kids around them as they shuffled into the school.

"Hey, aren't those the-"

"Yeah, I think they are!"

"What are they doing here?"

"I bet they're a bunch of fakers, they've probably never seen a real ghost in their lives!"

"I don't know, but the one with the beard is cute!"

After the bell had rung, and all the kids were inside, Aaron got the camera rolling.

"We're here at Casper High in Amity Park, Illinois. This is the first school ever to be investigated by the Ghost Adventures Crew, and one of the most haunted sights in the world. It is rumored that ghosts have been spotted and communicated with so frequently, that local ghost hunters have adopted new methods that bring the term 'Ghost Hunter' into a new and more literal definition- choosing to hunt and attempt to capture ghosts. Are these just stories, rumors invented by the people in hopes of having tourists flock to their little town? Or are these the actual sightings, happenings, and paranormal encounters? Well, we're going to find out today by speaking first hand to the people who each have their own bone chilling tale to tell."

"... And cut!"

"That was great, Zak. Now let's go see if there's anyone in the halls we can talk to. They said we're not allowed to investigate any students who are in class during school hours, but who's to say we can't talk to someone who's not in class," said Nick.

Danny leaned over his desk slightly, so Sam could hear him.

"Yo, where's Lancer? I saw him on campus today but he's not here. He's like, never not here. Never."

Sam waited until the substitute turned to write something on the board before she turned to Danny and answered his question.

"I heard he was supposed to show around some Ghost Hunting Crew."

"Really? Those ghost hunters still haven't learned? They're never going to catch me. I'll always be a step ahead. Like coming to my school is actually going to help them accomplish anything. Not that they know my secret, anyway. How would they know that I go to Casper High then? Maybe they do know my secret... Oh god Sam, I think they're coming to expose me to the entire school! We have to leave before they find my schedule and burst into the room screaming 'DANNY FENTON IS DANNY PHANTOM EVERYONE GAWK IN TERROR THEN HAND HIM OVER TO US FOR A PRIZE/INVESTIGATION'! What if they-"

Sam whipped around suddenly, glaring daggers at him and daring him to continue talking. Danny shut his mouth instantly.

"They're not a local group. They're practically stuck in the medieval era and are still trying to prove the existence of ghosts. They have a TV show, anyway."

"Really? Still trying to prove the mere existence of ghosts? You'd think after everything that goes on in this town people would learn."

"They tend to block out or make excuses for what they're not ready for, I guess. You'd have to live here to understand that ghosts do more than just exist."

"Stop talking, Mr. and Ms.-" he had to stop to look down nervously at his seating chart "Mr. Manson and Ms. Fenton!"

The class let out a giggle at that one, but the sub wasn't done.

"I will not stand for ignorant savages-" his voice cracked at that one, and you could tell he was new to the whole teaching thing. "Disrupting the learning process in my classroom, out, now!"

Sam and Danny left the classroom, both slightly relieved at being out of there. That is, until, a trio of men dressed in black and carrying a mass of equipment and cameras rounded the corner.

"Is that them?" whispered Danny into Sam's ear.

"I think so, yeah. They're probably going to talk to us so play it cool and act like you're terrified of ghosts and I'll scare them away before they know what hit 'em."

Just as Sam predicted, they walked towards the two.

The tall, buff one with gelled hair that looked like he came straight out of Jersey Shore was the first to speak. Danny figured he was the leader.

"You two look like you could be freshmen, or sophomore," he stated, eyeing the teens.

"Freshmen, yep" said Sam.

"You wouldn't mind telling us if the stories about your school or town are true, would you? Ever have any experiences, encounters?"

"Actually…" Danny was about to answer, when Sam interrupted.

"They are 100% true, take it from me. I was in the locker room one day. Late, actually, so I was the only one there. Then I hear jingling, like it was coming from a swinging chandelier or something. There was no one there besides me though. I ignored it, and big mistake. My PE clothes were picked up and flung across the locker room. Trust me when I say our locker rooms are huge-"

"Oh ho ho, creeeepy," chuckled the one with the beard, smiling and listening more intently.

These guys were actually enjoying this? Weirdoes.

"Then I couldn't move, and this huge darkness engulfed my vision. Everything was so cold. Almost out of nowhere, this face hovered above me before disappearing. It had a long, pointed chin and empty eye sockets and its mouth was distorted into an odd position. Soon after I felt some pain on my back, like scratching. Then I could move again, but there was a pentagram scratched into the small of my back. I still can't sleep since that day, because every time I close my eyes that face washes over me." Sam finished, looking down at the ground. The GA crew assumed it was out of shame, but it was really to hide her smirk. They'd have to be crazy not to leave after hearing that.

The group was silent. Even Danny had to admit, that was a pretty scary yet believable story. Zak finally broke the silence by slowly letting out a sigh and glancing around the room awkwardly, not sure what to make of the whole situation.

"So they-they scratched a pentagram into your back? And you saw a face that exact moment?" muttered Aaron.

"I mean, I've been scratched before. Just three lines, and even that's enough to send most people running. Not to mention the force it takes to fling objects across a room…" Zak seemed to mutter, mostly to himself and his fellow Ghost Hunters.

Danny couldn't help but smirk. That's it, they had 'em. They were sure to high-tail it out of Amity.

"Make sure to set up an X in there, Aaron."

"Already on it," he said, pulling out a map and drawing an 'x' on the area labeled 'locker rooms'.

"What? You mean, you're actually considering still going through with this?" Danny blurted out.

"Sir," Sam joined in "I understand you're a very dedicated Paranormal Investigator but-but going through with this would be mental and emotional suicide!"

"Are you kidding me?" said Nick "This is like paranormal gold, who knows what kind of evidence we'd collect in just one night."

"Yeah, this place in general just gives me such a bad vibe. Like once you're behind these walls, there's no leaving. The fact that this is still an active school probably works as a trigger object for many of the spirits that still dwell here too" finished Zak.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of a door being shut and footsteps short after. The group stayed silent, trying to see if anything else would happen.

"…Did you guys hear that?" asked Zak

"We haven't even started the walk through yet! Already we hear something!" exclaimed Nick, obviously exited.

"In case you didn't hear it, here's the enhanced audio."

…unexplained door slam followed by footsteps… (AN: those of you who haven't seen the show probably won't get this one, heh. It's okay though.)

Lancer came rushing around the corner, obviously having recently used the restroom and was now rubbing his wet hands on his pants.

No one on the GA crew said anything, embarrassed at having overreacted at the commotion Lancer made but not wanting national television to know.

"Sorry I'm late, I was just- Fenton and Manson! What in Shakespeare's name are you doing out of class?"

"We got kicked out for talking," Danny explained "Apparently, that makes you an 'ignorant savage'"

Sam chuckled at that one.

"Back to class then, both of you!"

"But the bell is going to ring in like five-"

"Now!"

Sam and Danny gave up, turned back around and walked into their classroom just as everyone began packing up.

"Trouble makers," Lancer said, jokingly to Zak.

"But anyway, you asked me to show you Casper High's most haunted locations? Ah yes, follow me. This is the broom closet, where Phantom was first spotted"

"Phantom?"

"You see, Phantom is…"

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