
Chapter 2
It’s been two months, yet it feels like forever. He died just before his 10th birthday. Danny Fenton died... and came back to life, opening the portal in the process. That’s what happened. There was no use denying it.
Mom and Dad didn’t notice anything different. Jazz, on the other hand, commented a few times about how quiet he had become. She said he could come to her with anything, that she’d never judge.
But how do you tell your sister—your sister who’s more like a second mother—that you had an accident and died? Even if he told her, she’d just blame herself for not paying closer attention. It wasn’t her fault. It was his mistake, and he didn’t want to drag her into the mess.
School had somehow become harder. Those weird, glowing ghosts kept ambushing him, all wanting a fight. His grades were slipping, and there was no time left for social activities. Even Tucker was annoyed with him for bailing on their plans again.
It wasn’t his fault. Those ghosts wouldn’t leave him alone. They didn’t want to talk—they only wanted to fight. He had to get himself together soon, or people were going to start noticing.
Meanwhile, Mom and Dad couldn’t have been more thrilled. When they heard about ghosts in Amity Park, they were over the moon. Seeing the portal working only made them more ecstatic.
He wanted to tell them the truth, but then they said something that chilled him to the bone:
"These ghost scum think they can come here and destroy our town? Well, there’s no need to worry, Danno! We’ll stop them. They won’t hurt you—not with us around. We’ll capture them and tear them apart, molecule by molecule!"
He backed out of the conversation after that, deciding not to tempt fate and keeping his secret buried. His fear wasn’t rational—they were his parents. They’d never intentionally harm him. But there was something deeply unsettling about their expressions. Something that sent shivers down his spine.
It was the look in their eyes when they talked about ghosts.
He never wanted that look turned toward him. I'm scared.