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'Fly away, turn intangible, shoot ectoplasm blasts out of your butt, but for the love of all that is living do something!' Danny screamed to himself, but he was too scared. He couldn't remember being so scared before, ever. These horrors, slowly creeping in on him, their voices oozing menace like the rotting juices that trailed off their bodies, they frightened him like nothing else could. He couldn't move. "Get away from him!" The shout rang from behind him, startling him out of his frozen state the same time a metal trashcan hit the first three ghosts in the crowd approaching him. The three rotting creatures tumbled back, almost knocking t

Grumbling Dash walked out to his car, ignoring his gawking friends who stood on the school steps watching him. He had felt rejection before, usually from Paulina who thought she was too cool to date even him. But Fenton?! "Who does Fenton think he is?!" He shouted fisting his hair in frustration. "He should have been thrilled by the offer. But noooo, he just says 'no thanks' and walks off like it didn't kill me to ask him in front of those people." Several students had stopped to stare, whispering amongst themselves at Dash's odd words. He sent them a nasty glare which had them scattering. His fierce expression dropped a bit and he fiddled

“My mind is slipping away from me.” Dash said, taking a seat next to Danny in their first period. Danny turned his head and glared from his position, hunched over his desk, arms crossed to pillow his head, not having the energy, or the will, to sit up even to comment on the obvious state of Dash’s mind. With a sigh Dash propped his head up in his hand and waited for Mr. Lancer, their wonderful first and last period teacher, who got them into this whole mess. Neither Danny nor Dash was very pleased to see him walk in through the door with a light smile on his face and a stack of school newspapers under his arm. “Somethin