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First off, Thank you for all the lovely reviews. Keep 'em coming! xD
Second, this is the first chapter that's actually been beta-read, so hopefully there's no mistakes. And now that WTMP is no longer a one-shot, it's gonna be eleven chapters long. ^^

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Part III - You Know Its Not a Dream

Dash Baxter was having what could be classed, in some respects, as a bad day. First off all, he’d lost his credit card somewhere along the way to school, so hanging out after classes _anywhere_ wasn’t going to be an option unless he forced someone to volunteer their own money for it. Second, he’d gotten mud on his new sneakers and was slightly put out by the brown smudge that now marred the red and white leather. And lastly he’d had to listen to the Coach, who’d appeared at his shoulder every time he turned around to remind him that the upcoming game was incredibly important.

Stress.

However, there had been one point that had brought a malicious smile to his face and that was when Lancer announced that Fenton had had a doodle of Amity Park’s famous ghost phantom in his notebook. Now, Dash thought the phantom was cool, like everyone else, and would have been willing to overlook the drawing had it not been for Lancer’s comment about the ghost being Fenton’s crush.

Suddenly a portal to a whole different dimension of insults and reasons to beat up the scrawny black haired kid had opened up, and Dash Baxter was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

And so, the campaign had started and pretty soon the whole school knew, or thought they knew, that Danny Fenton was queer and was deeply in love with the phantom hero who regularly haunted their town. It had been immensely entertaining to watch the brat’s face turn several shades of red in anger and humiliation at the barbs and comments thrown his way.

Insults and humiliation were Dash’s art, and as last period PE had approached he was sure he was going to paint his masterpiece. He had been planning it since English, but he had kept it to himself, after all, he knew that if he did something, the others would follow.

Now, most people don’t think of Dash Baxter as cunning, but he had led his football team to victory time and time again through careful planning, because planning was one of the things he did best. And his plan for Fenton had, roughly, been this:

#1 – Treat him normally for the duration of the lesson so that he doesn’t suspect anything nor have the chance to run away before they get anywhere near the changing rooms or showers.

#2 – As the bell rings and Fenton is about to enter the changing rooms, proclaim loudly about not wanting to shower in the same room as a queer, for fear of being ogled. At this point, friends and loyal followers should join in. This will make Fenton nervous, and yet unable to escape, because his escape route will be barred by the rest of the class.

#3 – Get him inside, beat him up and steal his clothes, and all the towels so that he has to walk (or run) through the school naked, and possibly all the way home as well.

The only problem was, somewhere between steps two and three, the coach had decided to keep Fenton in her office until everyone else had finished. Of all the times for that stupid woman to think about someone else other than herself and her team, it had to be then.

Dash had punched his locker on the way in, thoroughly enraged.

All that careful planning had gone down the drain.

The others hadn’t realized what had gotten him so irked, but had they known about his plan they would have sympathized. Simply because Dash Baxter was one young man who hated not getting his own way more than anything else.

Unfortunately there was nothing he could do to Fenton whilst the little twerp was holed up in the coach’s office, protected by over one hundred and fifty pounds of female physical trainer. So Dash decided to just go home, ferment for a bit under a pile of bear plushies and then return to school the next day full of vengeance.

But half way home, he realized he’d forgotten his bag.

The place he had left it: the school showers.

Grumbling to himself he had turned around and headed back the way he had come, telling his friends to go ahead without him. Besides, it was far more satisfying to bitch when you’re alone. He’d made it back to the school in record time and after checking that the coach still wasn’t around, had pushed open the doors.

And heard the sound of a shower.

Dash wasn’t a particularly evil person, but when the opportunity arises, he’s going to catch it in both hands and hold on for dear life.

The fact that one of the showers was still working meant only one thing. Fenton was still here. That meant he could carry out the plan anyway, though he would have to do it on his own. He shrugged to himself, scanning the room his eyes finally coming to rest on a pile of clothes next to a kit bag.

Snickering under his breath, he crept forwards, hands going out to take hold of the boy’s clothes.

He picked them up, wondering where he could stash them, when he heard something he was quite certain he shouldn’t be hearing.

“After all, that would make _me_ little more than _your_ whore.”

The words were muffled by the steady stream of the water for the shower, and so the voice wasn’t that recognizable. Intrigued, and slightly bemused, Dash lowered the clothes in his hands back down to the bench and he shuffled closer to the end shower cubicle, stopping a short distance away next to the lockers opposite. He couldn’t see who was in there, but he knew one of them _had_ to be Fenton.

“Fine, fine, but we are not making a habit of this.”

Dash’s eyebrows rose slightly, that was definitely Fenton’s voice. There was no mistaking the girly little whine his tone carried, but he had been sure that the other voice was male as well. Dash’s lips curled into a smile. That meant that the loser really was gay.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

The other voice was low and Dash swore it sounded familiar. He knew it from somewhere.

“Huh? What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

Dash scowled; what were they doing in there?

“No.”

“No?”

“Don’t get up.”

Dash swallowed nervously, not really sure if he wanted to know what Fenton and his mystery partner were doing inside a school cubicle. He half wished he had a camera, to catch the both of them at it, but he half wished he had gone straight home. It was a complete toss up between humiliating Fenton and sparing his own ears from any obscene acts that were about to take place.

“Why?”

A heartbeat.

“I want you to suck me.”

Dash’s eyes went as wide as saucers and he swallowed suddenly, almost choking as he heard the words. It cemented the fact that Fenton really was gay. It also seemed like the black haired kid had apparently obeyed without question, because a low whimper rang out from the stall.

Dash’s heartbeat thudded inside his chest, unable to believe he was hearing the brat giving someone else a blowjob. It was one of those things he had never imagined happening.

“Danny. Suck me.” There was a long silence and then, “That’s it…”

Dash couldn’t help it, and if anyone ever found out and questioned him, he would blame it all on hormones, but as the words he felt something in his gut twitch into life and he swallowed, nervously. He was a teenager, damn it; he was supposed to get ridiculously turned on by porn and dirty talk, and not the sounds of a guy giving another guy head.

“Danny…Danny you’re such a tease…Oh…”

Dash clenched his teeth as his he felt his trousers become marginally too tight. “No one better be around to watch this.” He hissed to himself as he slid his hand down the front of his pants and touched himself gently. “I’m gonna kill the little weasel…” he spat, already thinking up new way to hurt Fenton, even as his hand started to stroke quickly, causing him to bite his lip.

There was a muffled cry from the shower that went straight to Dash’s cock and his clenched his eyes shut, tightening his grip around himself.

“Suck me harder.”

Dash’s hand squeezed his cock tightly and his legs trembled slightly. He could not believe he was doing this. And over Fenton and his fuck-buddy no less.

“Move your head. Back and forth, yeah, that’s it.”

“Oh God…” hissed Dash, whoever the other person was in there they were definitely commanding, and he couldn’t quite completely enjoy the fact that that meant Fenton was most definitely the girl in the sordid little relationship whilst his own hips were busy thrusting into his hand.

“Fuck.”

Dash agreed completely with the mystery person’s remark.

“Uh… Mmm…”

The moan, he wasn’t sure who it was from, pushed Dash towards his peak and his muscles tightened, and a thin film of sweat clung to his forehead.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

There was a low strangled cry from the shower and Dash growled low in his throat and came all over his hand. The force of his release unbalanced him and his back slammed into the lockers behind him with a large amount of force. He cursed under his breath, pulling his hand from his trousers and wiping it hurriedly on a discarded towel.

If the two of them came out now…

“Hmm…guh…”

But apparently neither of the shower’s occupants had heard him, or his collision with the locker. He stepped around one of the benches, the insides of his boxer’s almost uncomfortably damp as he shuffled forwards. If he peeked around the side of the cubicle, maybe he would catch a glimpse of who was in there with Fenton.

“A….Aah! S…suck me harder and d…don’t fuck… fucking move!”

Dash heard the words even as he gathered the courage to look around the corner. What he saw made all his words dry up somewhere deep in the base of his throat.
Danny Phantom, the ghost who had been the focus of Fenton’s notebook doodle, was stood, his back braced against the wall. It was definitely him, the snow white hair was soaked with the water, and his uniform glistened with the condensation. Dash’s eyes stared at the other’s face for a long moment, unnerved by the twisted silent cry of pleasure that was there. The phantom’s chest was heaving heavily, and Dash followed the line of the ghost’s body down.

The white gloves were fixed to the back of Fenton’s head, forcefully holding the dark haired boy up against the phantom’s crotch. Dash swallowed hard. It was obvious the black haired boy was enjoying it as well, because even from his position, at the front of the cubicle, directly at Danny’s back, Dash could see one of Fenton’s arms moving slightly between his legs.

“Ngh! Ah…Danny!”

Dash realized he was probably one of the few people who had ever seen the amazing Danny Phantom come, but that somehow didn’t seem nearly as important as his life when the phantom’s eyes slowly opened, and locked on him.

Dash swallowed.

Danny’s head lifted suddenly, and turned.

Dash could see the remnants of the phantom’s come sticking to the swollen lips, and he stared at them both, stunned.

_

“Um…ah…” began Danny as he carefully reached up to grab a towel from the rail, using it to cover himself as he blushed and looked down, not wanting to look at Dash’s face any time at all in this century.

“Fen-Fenton!” squeaked Dash, “What are you doing?”

Danny’s face flamed as he hooked the towel around his waist and he mumbled something incoherent under his breath, possibly about how the situation couldn’t possibly get any worse. The shower water soaked his towel, and it clung to him showing off his rather uncomfortable predicament almost as much as it would have had he still been bare. He was sorely tempted to bite out ‘what does it look like?’ but through the humiliation of being caught giving his ghost half oral in the school showers, of all places, he couldn’t force the words out of his throat.

“Danny Phantom!” Dash continued, also unable to speak coherently, “You… he… what?!”

A shadow fell over Danny and cringing he peeked upwards, delighted and horrified to find his phantom standing over his protectively, gloved hands buckling up his trousers even as he moved.

“You’re Dash Baxter, right?” asked the phantom coolly, stepping before Danny to shield him from view. “Yes, it’s hard not to recognize you, tell me, is your voice always that high pitched or are you just turned on by Danny’s naked form?”

“Oh man…” groaned Danny, peering around the phantom’s legs to see Dash’s gaping mouth and wide eyes, “This is so not how I imagined today going.”

Apparently neither had Dash.

“WH-what?!” A scoff that sounded far too fake to hold any credibility rang out, “That scrawny body couldn’t arouse - ahahaha… dude I was joking!”

Danny couldn’t see the phantom’s _expression but he was pretty sure it was relaying some very violent messages to the blond. He leaned forwards slightly, fingers curling around the phantom’s knees, subconsciously seeking protection from the other body.

“It doesn’t matter if you were joking or not, Baxter.”

Danny shivered, ducking his head slightly; he’d never heard his voice sound so cold.

“Uh…” There were few opportunities to hear Dash sound so uncertain, but unfortunately, Danny was in no fit state to lap it up. All he wanted to do was get out of there, and fast. “Hey, I didn’t-”

The phantom took a step forwards, “Danny Fenton is my lover, and I will _not_ hear anything bad said about him.” The voice was low, controlled, terrifying.

“Could this be _any_ more embarrassing?” Danny implored to the back of the phantom’s legs almost silently, loosening his grip on the other reflexively as the phantom took another step forwards towards his high school nemesis.

“Whoa… Fenton’s your lover?!”

“Do you have hearing difficulties?”

“No, no…phantom, leave him alone. I just wanna go home.” Danny pleaded; face incapable of becoming redder, “Please?”

The phantom tilted his head back and gave him a small smile, “We’ll go home as soon as I make sure he doesn’t tell anyone what he sees here.”

A strangled squeak from Dash, “I…I- You can’t tell me what to do!”

“Aha, now there’s the idiotic pig-headedness that you’re famous for.” Sneered the phantom, stepping forwards again, his posture intimidating, “And I think you’ll find, I can tell you what to do, I can even tell you what to think.”

Danny hissed slightly as he saw the eerily recognizable green light spark into life around the snow white gloves. “Hey- don’t hurt him!” he cried in panic, completely unsure about what his phantom side was capable of, after all they did have separate consciences.

“Dude!” cried Dash backing up quickly; eyeing the now glowing hands with fear and confusion, “You’re the hero! You can’t hurt me! It’s against some sort of code, or something!”

“Is he for real?” The phantom tossed over his shoulder as he stepped into the air and started to float over to Dash, hands dimming slightly so that they only glowed gently.

Danny watched, biting his lip for two reasons, one, because he didn’t want the phantom to actually hurt Dash despite how satisfying it might have been to see, and two because the thin scream Dash emitted as he bolted from the showers was actually quite comical.

“Get dressed, I’ll deal with him.”

Danny didn’t even have time to say anything before the phantom phased through the side of the cubicle in hot pursuit.

Danny sat there, now alone in the showers and wondered what he’d done in a past life to deserve this kind of mental and physical anguish. He heard a door bang open in the distance, and the sound of Dash’s footsteps slowly faded away. “Great, just great. Now I know that this isn’t a dream because it’s a freakin’ nightmare!” He pulled himself up again and tightened the sodden towel around his waist as he flicked the water off, plunging him into an uneasy silence.

He looked around him, to make sure there were no prying eyes and then he started to dry off and pull on his clothes. He wanted to forget all about today and about all that had happened. To do that he had to make sure he got home before news got back to his parents, and he had to make sure Dash didn’t meet some messy fate after all, who knew what his ghost side was doing to Dash right now? But… ah, he guessed he could let the latter slide for now. His phantom wasn’t going to hurt anyone. He hoped.

He shivered, suddenly cold and yanked his t-shirt down over his head. He knew, beyond any doubt that this did not bode well.

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Being chased by ghosts was something that nearly every resident of Amity Park was used to, at least in some small way.

Being chased by the legendary Danny Phantom, however, was another story entirely.

“You can’t run from me!” shouted the phantom tauntingly.

Dash begged to differ, he could run, and when the situation called for it, he could run fucking fast. Like now, for instance. He skidded round a corner, looking for somewhere to hide, or somewhere that was safe, but it was getting on to be late in the evening and most of the classrooms were locked, but there wouldn’t have been anywhere good to hide there, anyway.

But then he saw an open door. The library!

It wasn’t somewhere Dash ventured often, but now he was willing to make an exception, because the library would be dark, empty and filled with places to hide. He made a frantic dive to the door and slammed it behind him before he charged off in a random direction, ducking behind shelves and weaving through the aisles.

A cackle rose into the air behind him, “I can float through doors, Baxter! Have you forgotten that?”

Dash hadn’t forgotten, he just wished it wasn’t true.

Something green flashed behind him and he spun, ready to face the ghost, but he was faced with nothing but a long dark aisle lined by hundreds of books. Disconcerted he spun round again and started to continue running.

Something long and whip like fastened around his ankles and he with a yell he crashed to the floor, hard.

Groaning he looked up, and saw Danny Phantom staring down at him, eerie green eyes blazing.

“You must have known that running was useless.”

Dash stared up, stubbornly, “You can’t do anything to me, your hero reputation will be ruined.”

A snort, “Some hero reputation. I have ghost hunters and men in white trying to kill me, dissect me or study me at every turn.” A hand waved at him dismissively, no longer covered with pulsing green energy, “I’m not going to hurt you anyway. Danny would never forgive me; he’s got a thing about not hurting people who haven’t done anything wrong.”

Dash was very glad about the twerp’s righteous attitude at that moment. And then a sudden flash of queasiness took over him, “You can’t seduce me!” he bit out before he’d even thought it through properly.

The noise that the phantom made was halfway between a snort of disbelief and an amused laugh, “You think I’d want to seduce you?” Eyes raked over him, making Dash feel more than uncomfortable where he lay, flat on his stomach before the other, “Rest assured, your looks and attitude do nothing for me.”

Dash didn’t know whether to be relieved or insulted, “What’s wrong with me?!”

“A lot of things.” Sighed the phantom seriously, “But I don’t have time to stand here and list them.” A wicked smile flashed in his direction, “I’m just here to make sure you don’t remember what happened in the changing rooms today.”

Dash blinked, opened his mouth to say something, but then experienced the very bizarre feeling of having the ghost sink into him, vanishing into his skin. Something inside his mind twisted painfully and he hissed, thrashing slightly, but then there was a sudden burst of icy coldness along his spine and everything went black.

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Danny’s heart was heavy as he turned the handle on his front door and opened it, stepping into the welcoming warmth of his home.

Only today it wasn’t really that welcoming.

“DANNY!” The chorus went up from the entire Fenton tribe , deafening Danny where he stood in the doorway. There was a brief three second reprieve from the sound, before the large looming shadow of his father suddenly bathed him in darkness.

“Uh, hey, dad.” Danny said, eyes going straight to Jazz, questioning her with his eyes. He only got a wide eyes incredulous stare in return. He looked to his mom and then back to his dad, eyebrow twitching, “So, what’s up?”

“What’s up? What’s up?! Danny! I’ve heard very bad things about you and a certain infamous phantom!” his dad’s hands reached out to grasp him hard by the shoulders, “Danny! Tell me it’s a lie!” and he proceeded to shake his son rather roughly, as if that was going to force the words he wanted out into the air.

“Whoa… whoa!” Danny cried, as he was shook back and forth with slightly more enthusiasm than he would have liked, “Dad! DAD!”

Jack let his son go, albeit somewhat reluctantly and took a grudging step back, “Sorry about that son, but ghosts just get me so riled up! And then I hear about you and that lowlife teenage ghost-”

Danny inched away slowly as his dad’s face slowly got redder and redder and his voice louder and louder, “Uh…mom?” he asked, seeking at least a little information about what was going on here and making a mental note to severely maim his phantom side when he got back from chasing Dash.

“What your father means, Danny, is that we recently had a very interesting phone call from your school, about how you’ve apparently been flaunting around the fact that you’re in love with Danny Phantom.” His mom’s finger drummed against the wall that she now stood against and Danny swallowed anxiously, “How could you possibly say such a thing? You know how your father and I feel about ghosts.”

“Oh.” Danny said, looking down at the floor. Damn it, not only had his supposed ‘crush’ gotten back to his family but the details had gotten completely mangled. “Ah…well, the thing is… you see…”

His father’s eyes narrowed.

His mother frowned.

And Jazz came sailing to his rescue on a stream of psychological terminology.

He stumbled sideways slightly as his sister attached herself to him suddenly, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him to her, tightly. “Wha- Jazz?”

“Mom! Dad!” she chastised, throwing them both suitably disgusted looks, “Is it any wonder that Danny said those things?! He is definitely at that stage of teenage rebellion and with your position on ghosts, what better way is there for this recently pubescent teen to rebel?” she sighed, stroking Danny’s face with exaggerated worry, “How else is this poor boy to get any recognition from the both of you? You’re both so busy with your own mental neuroses and your inane obsession of capturing Danny Phantom that your own son is often mercilessly cast aside!” Cue dramatic sigh, “I think it’s obvious what’s happened here.”

“You do?” asked Danny, bewildered, and half strangled, and both his parents together.

“Yes!” declared Jazz, tightening her grip, “In this poor delicate and sheltered mind-” at which point she rapped her knuckles none too lightly against Danny’s skull, “Danny Phantom has more importance to you than your own flesh and blood! Is it any wonder, then, that this has spurred Danny into rebelling in a way that you find totally unacceptable, just in order to get a tiny slice of your attention?”

Jack Fenton’s expression softened, “Danny is this true?”

“Um…yes?” agreed Danny mindlessly.

“Oh! This is entirely our fault!” Cried Maddie, rushing over to engulf both Danny and Jazz in a tight hug, “What type of parents are we that we didn’t notice our own son suffering?”

“Mom… it’s alright!” choked Danny, suffocating under the impromptu group hug, “Really!”

“No, Danny! Your Mom’s right.” Jack turned to his wife as she finally released her children and stepped back, “Maddie, you’re right! This is our fault. No-” his expression darkened, “This is all that Phantom’s fault!” a determined streak entered his posture as he straightened, “Maddie! We must double our efforts to catch that cretin before Danny slips even further away from us!”

“Jack, you’re right!”

“Of course I am! Quickly, to the lab!”

Danny and Jazz watched with unlimited incredulity as their parents ran towards the lab, leaving them alone and bewildered. “Are they serious?” asked Danny at last, still mentally asking, ‘Huh? What just happened?’

“Sadly, yes.” Sighed Jazz, finally letting him go, and allowing him to breathe freely.

“Huh. Well, thanks for that Jazz!” said Danny cheerily as he began to stride off to his room.

A hand fastened around the back of his collar, “Hold it right there, buster!”

Danny cringed, “Yes, Jazz, my loving sister?” he asked, looking back at her and blinking innocently.

She merely scowled, “Okay, you _know_ that that innocent face isn’t going to work on me. It hasn’t ever since you were in third grade. Now, I want the truth. Why is there a rumor about your sexuality and your undying love for _your_ ghost side going around the school?”

“Would you believe, ‘I don’t know’?”

“No. Now spill.”

Danny grumbled, Jazz was nice, sometimes, but there was this bloody insensitive nosy part of her that he just wanted to stamp out and destroy. “Fine, look, what happened was-” he noticed her curious and yet obviously impatient stare and swallowed, knowing there was no way in _hell_ that he could tell Jazz about his escapades over the last two days. His sex life was something he didn’t want his sister to know about, ever. Time to make something up. “Well, okay, it was all innocent, right? I was sitting in Lancer’s class doodling myself, ‘cause I wanted to see what I would look like if I had a different uniform, y’know? The one I have is nice and all, but I’ve had it for ages… and I know I probably couldn’t change it even if I wanted to… but yeah whatever. So Lancer comes over and totally announces the contents of my notebook to everyone and declares that I better start paying more attention to him in class, and not my crush.”

Jazz blinked. “Wait- what?!”

“You wanted to know and I’m not going to repeat it.” Danny sniffed.

“So… it’s all one big misunderstanding?”

“Yep.”

Kind of.

“Sucks to be you.”

It was nice that she was willing to bypass the entire thing and swallow that explanation, but did she really have to use those exact words?

_

Dash frowned, completely confused as to why he was in the middle of the library in the late evening with an overpowering need to look up all the books he could find on pessimistic philosophers. “Dude, what happened?” He looked around, but there was no one else there.

He couldn’t remember how he got there, how long he’s been there or why the hell strange names like ‘Nietzsche’ and ‘Kafka’ were floating around inside his head. He really didn’t think they were people on his ‘Beat Up and Humiliate’ list.

He was sure that he was supposed to be doing something, or rather that he had been doing something. Something important. But no matter how hard he thought about it, his mind kept pulling up this bizarre blank and more names that he couldn’t even begin to pronounce.

His hands twitched. He hated philosophy. Why the fuck did he feel the need to read about it? He looked around him at the plaques on the sides of the bookshelves, and noticed he was in the science-fiction section. Grouching about it mentally to himself he pulled himself out of the chair that he’d somehow found himself sitting in and went hunting for the aisle he wanted.

He shuddered despite himself, slightly disgusted that he was engaging in something as nerd-like as book hunting when he finally came across the part of the library that he wanted. He looked up at the rows upon rows of dusty books, all with obscure titles, some foreign and some completely incomprehensible.

“I bet Fenton had something to do with this.” He sniped under his breath as he continued walking down the middle of the aisle, wondering what in all the world had possessed him to go to the library whilst he was on his way home. It wasn’t normal. It was just plain weird.

“…ssss….”

“Eh?” Dash paused as he heard a low hissing noise “Is someone there?”

“…ghost energy…residual…ssss… come to me…”

Dash scowled, and looked upwards to where the noise was coming from, “Dude, that’s not funny. Whoever it is, is gonna get their face broken!”

A book glowed faintly, its spine tinged with ghostly green, “…energy… I can feel it… on you….”

Dash raised an eyebrow, “What?” he barked.

“…take me off the shelf…”

Dash’s other eyebrow rose, “Whatever, I’m not falling for that.”

The book vibrated slightly, and the other books on the shelf shook along with it as the green glow around it brightened slightly, “Then LEAVE!” and its pages rustled, almost in annoyance. “Leave me be! Mortal!”

Dash scowled up at the book’s spine as it continued to shake on a shelf, “You can’t tell me what to do!” and had a fleeting sense of de-ja-vu as he said the words, before he reached up and snatched the book off the shelf. The shaking immediately stopped.

He stared down at it.

He slowly turned it over in his hands, the cover was thick and dark brown, the pages yellowed with age and caked in dust. He wiped the front with his hand, so that he could make out the title. “The Philosophy of Ghosts by Franz Kafka . Pfft.” Dash rolled his eyes and was about to shove the book back on a random shelf when it glowed again.

“Yes…. Put me back on the shelf and LEAVE… mortal… do not look upon my pages…. ssss…”

Dash frowned and held the book at eye level. There was definitely no strings or lights or gadgets anywhere on the cover. Whoever had rigged it up must’ve known what they were doing.

“Do not look at my pagesssss…”

“Dash Baxter listens to no book!” he declared as he lowered the book slightly and wrenched it open.

“YEEESSSS….” Screamed a hissing voice as a tornado of ghostly energy suddenly rocketed up from the open pages in a column of fluorescent green light, blowing Dash and the rest of the library back against the walls in a maelstrom of complete fury.

“Shit!” cried Dash as his back cracked painfully against the wall, “What the hell?!” he landed with a thud amidst a pile of old yearbooks. He looked up, eyesight already going bleary from the impact he had with the side of the room. He blinked, trying to focus, but to no avail, “I thought you didn’t want me to open the book!” he hissed to whoever was behind what was happening.

A blur of green appeared before him, something cold brushed against his skin, and a cruel chuckle reached his ears, “My dear boy, haven’t you ever heard of reverse psychology?” something patted his hair condescendingly, “Now be good and let me use your body.”
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