A spark, a fizzle, but nothing happened.

"Oh, Jack," said Mrs Fenton. She led her disappointed husband out of the basement.

"I guess ghosts don't exist at all," said their son.

"I knew that," piped his African-American friend.

"Come on, guys! Maybe it really does work," said a Gothic girl. "Someone should check it out."

Stares were directed at the remaining Fenton.

"Fine," he said, pulling on a white jumpsuit.

"The ghosts don't need to know you're the ghost hunter's son," said the Goth, ripping off the face on the jumpsuit.

"Here goes." And into the dark portal he went.

Author's Note: Each chapter is exactly 100 words long according to the word counter on Microsoft Word. Constructive criticism is very much welcome. I will try to update consistently every week.