I got this random idea by reading other's stories on this topic. So, not completely my idea, but, what I'm writing is mine! All mine! Except Danny Phantom…not mine…But this story is mine! And by the way, in this story, Nocturne isn't feeding off of good dreams. He has found that bad dreams-or nightmares-serve to release much more energy. Please enjoy!

Fenton Works kitchen, Amity Park, 7:14 pm-

Danny lifted his fork up to his mouth, ready to take a bite of the spaghetti in front of him when his ghost sense went off. He sighed heavily before laying his fork down. Honestly? Now? Danny thought as he looked over at Jazz who noticed his actions, knowing what was wrong.

"Mom, may I please be ex-" Danny started, his request interrupted by a large, black, starry night imprinted, shadowy ghost appearing above the table. Danny gasped, not knowing what to do. Jack and Maddie grabbed nearby weapons and pointed them up at the ghost, who ha turned to face Danny.

Danny, who knew he had to do something so they weren't doomed, spoke up and asked in a challenging voice, "Nocturn, what do you want?"

"I have come to take my revenge on you, Danny Phantom." Nocturne announced. Jazz gasped at hearing the title the ghost had given Danny.

"Get away from our boy, ghost! He isn't the ghost boy!" Maddie exclaimed, ready to fire. Nocturne turned to Maddie.

"That is where you are wrong, human." Nocturne whispered before turning to back to Danny. "Let's see how you and your family would like a little sleep…" Nocturne waved his hand, a blue smoke encasing the family. Jazz, Jack, and Maddie fell asleep instantly while Danny coughed and tried to fight it.

"You won't get away with whatever you're trying to do!" Danny managed to splutter before his unconsciousness took over.

Yah, I know it's short. And yes, I know I should be working on Crashed Secrets sequel, but I had to write this before it completely took over and wanted to be a full fledge story, instead of a story of little importance. So, please review!