ExposedHe was incredibly detailed, so real in every feature. Ghosts should never have this kind of accurate anatomy; they were reflections at best, vague reworkings of the original form held together by a simplified electrical matrix. But Phantom...he was different. Refined. Almost human in his physiology. It was as amazing as it was baffling.Exposed in Humor More Like This
Maddie leaned over the specimen, as if a closer look would solve the problem.
On the other hand, Phantom was a perfect example of an ectoplasmic entity. He had the same faint translucency. The same luminescent aura. The same echoing, not-quite-there quality in his voice. She prodded the chest with a gloved finger. Same icy cold skin.
"Ow! I said hey! Stop poking at me!"
Even the clothes looked real, as if they weren't an extension of the body. There was a faint seam from a zipper down the front, and the gloves had a believable thickness to them.
"Geez, come on. I don't know how much more of this staring I can take. If you're going to look, look a
The ShooterHe was late. Danny stuffed the now-occupied thermos through his locker door and sprinted back toward the classroom. He was more than late; class was almost over. Lancer would be furious.The Shooter in Drama More Like This
If he'd been paying more attention Danny might have noticed the eerie quiet that was more than a lull between classes. He might have heard the sirens in the distance. He might have seen the splinters in the doorframe where someone had kicked in the door. But Danny was in a rush, and it wouldn't have mattered anyway. Nothing could have prepared him.
As he stepped inside, somebody screamed. Something came flying toward his head and it was only a year of ghost fighting that let him duck. The chair splintered against the wall. Danny stared in disbelief at the ashy-faced quarterback who had thrown it.
"It's Fenton," someone called out. A whisper of noise passed through the room, as if everyone had been holding their breath, and a few heads popped up over the desk to stare at him wide-eyed.
Danny's mind fina
Chapter 2: Shadows on the WallThe week had not gone any better, but with the rise of ghosts came the increasing mystery of the Red-Eyed Reaper. Day after day, Danny found himself chasing after a ghost sense, and each time he reached the ghost, he found them beaten to a pulp, all testifying in fear to the mercilessness of the elusive Red-Eyed Reaper. Needless to say, Danny was feeling uneasy with the sudden ghost attacks at every turn, slowly wondering if he was going to be next in line.Chapter 2: Shadows on the Wall in General Fiction More Like This
“I don’t know whether to sleep easy or with one eye open!” Danny exclaimed, slumping over his desk.
“He has been helping you out, beating up all these ghosts and stuff and taking care of it for you! I think I’d just go with it man!” Tucker patted his friend’s back comfortingly. “I mean, you should be happy, the dirty work’s done for you!”
“Tucker, this Reaper guy or whatever can eat souls, what if Danny shows up just in time before it happens? What if the Reaper runs