Everybody knew Danny Fenton was absolutely, hopelessly afraid of ghosts. Many speculated that it was years of trauma that had been drilled into him since he was a baby. His parents were ghost hunters, so all his bed time stories were most likely about the scary specters and all things that went bump in the night. So naturally, he grew up fearing it. There were a few years in middle-school where he seemed indifferent to the notion of ghosts, but once high-school began, his fear of ghosts was instantly rekindled. Danny's Freshman year of high-school was when ghosts made themselves known to everyone in Amity Park. For years, the Fenton parents had been ridiculed, but now people were faced with the evidence that they had been right all along. …show more content…
“So where did Dash throw my stuff?” Kwan tried to mask his grin, “Follow me.” He led him down to the stairwell to the basement, and Danny followed silently. He probably didn't know what to say to Kwan, and Kwan was grateful because small talk would be even more awkward. Finally, they got to the entrance of the basement and Kwan slowly and loudly opened the door, just to give Dale and Dylan enough of a warning to make sure they were completely hidden. “Dash says he chucked your backpack down here,” Kwan said, “but I'm not sure exactly where. My guess would be over there.” He pointed in the opposite direction from where his friends were hiding. “Thanks, Kwan,” Danny said. Kwan waited for him to find it. They'd purposely left it in a really obvious place so Danny didn't have to look around much. Now, it was time for the next step of the plan. As Danny ceremoniously held up his found backpack, Kwan's phone made a loud noise, and he pretended to look at it in surprise. “Oh, no!” Kwan said., reading the fake text. “Dash said that the entire upper floor of the building is being attacked by ghosts! It's awful!” “Really?” Danny tilted his head, his eyes growing slightly alarmed. “I