My life was going great. I won two wars and stopped a few others. I'm going to school at Goode High School with my best friends, Annabeth and Grover. Also, I get to go hunting with my favorite cousin Thalia whenever I want. But like all good things it didn't last.

I should probably introduce myself. My name is Calypso Jackson, Calli for short, and I am 17 years old. I have raven black hair that comes down almost to my waist and have sea green eyes. Mom and I live in Manhattan and my father is the god of the seas. I've defeated gods, titans, giants, and countless monsters. In the legion I rank as ambassador with Thalia's brother Jason with Renya and Frank being the praetors. At Camp though I'm still pretty much where I've always been; go to girl when someone needs help and prankee and punching bag the rest of the time but hey, I'm used to it by now.

It's October now and the Giant War just ended a little over a month and half ago. I was so glad to be home after being gone for months but as fate would have it I would be leaving again. This time though it was because my mom thought it would be a great idea if I got away from New York for a while and not have to deal with anything godly. As much as I wanted to stay I knew she was right and I love her, so I went.

That is why I am now sitting on a gray hound bus heading to live with my mom's high school friend Maddie in Amity Park, IL. Annabeth looked up the city for me on Google and it turns out that it's the most haunted city in the U.S. Just my luck. At least no monsters attacked me on the way here so that's a plus. Hopefully the city really isn't haunted because that would most likely dive me nuts. If it is, why would Uncle Hades allow that many ghosts to basically walk freely amongst the living? I had no answer for that.

As I was waiting to arrive I pulled out my sketchbook and started to doodle. There wasn't much else I could do on the bus. I've been having weird dreams for the past few weeks witch wasn't surprising but they were always the same and I couldn't get them out of my head. All I ever saw in the dreams were white fire, glowing red eyes and a devil's grin. Really irritating. Seeing as how it was the same dream every time I assumed it was some type of heads up that made no sense. But when you're a demigod nothing makes sense so I guess its ok. Because of my dreams I wasn't too surprised when I found that I had drawn the same eyes and smile I've been seeing in my dreams. I turned the page and started drawing my Pegasus, Blackjack.

While drawing I overheard some of the other passengers talking with each other. Nothing more than trivial ghost facts and whether or not they really existed. Most likely they were heading to Amity Park to see who was right as I heard them making some bets on how many ghosts they'll actually see. They eventually grew tired of that and soon one of them came back to where I was sitting and sat down next to me.

"Hey, pretty lady." He said and I barely glanced up at him. He was about 19 or 20 and had dark brown hair and blue eyes. On his face was a smile he probably thought was a lady killer but looked more like he was constipated.

"Hay is for horses." Was all I said to him as I continued to draw.

"What's a sweet thing like you doing heading for a haunted city?" this guy really needs some tips on how to flirt. "Do you believe in ghosts? Cuz I do." I finally looked up at him and said as seriously as I could.

"I'm going to engage in the dark forces to employ the spirits of the dead to do my bidding and kill all men that try to flirt with me." He left me alone after that.

A while later the bus pulled into the station and the few passengers that were there started to disembark and I fallowed slowly after them. As I was getting my bags a saw a huge man in an orange jumpsuit holding a sign with a name on it that I couldn't read because of my dyslexia. I feel bad for whoever he's here to pick up, I thought to myself as I got the rest of my bags and went to look for my ride. Looking around I saw no one but the man in orange and that he was now making his way over to me.

"Hey there little miss. You looking for someone?" he asked as he got closer.

"Yes." I gave him a small smile while hoping he wasn't who I thought he was. "Could you help me?"

He then gave me a big smile. "Sure thing missy." He said. "What's your name?"

"Calli Jackson." I replied.

"I'm Jack Fenton." Damn. "I'm here to pick you up. I made a sign and everything but I guess you didn't see it." He looked a little disappointed when he said that last bit.

"No. I saw it. I just couldn't read what it said." I gave him a sheepish look as I finished.

"Is my handwriting really that bad?"

I could not help but laugh at his expression as he looked at the sign he made. "Oh gods no, it's not your handwriting. I couldn't read it because I'm dyslexic." I told him as soon as I was able to stop laughing so hard.

"Eh. Who needs to know how to read anyway." He said as he through his sign over his shoulder. "Now let's get going so I can show you around the lab and blather on about ghosts until dinner time."