The Return of the Phantom

The Curious Case of the Ghost and the Bathtime

Hi! I'm BACK! After a couple crazy weeks. I was in a musical, which was fun but a lot of work and I had no time to post. The musical is over, but unfortunately we only got three shows in because it was cancelled early because school has also been cancelled because of the virus. Prayers to all those suffering from it and the resulting chaos.

Also, that's why we tell stories, right? To provide an escape from the harsh realities of our world. Thank heavens there's stories!

And feel free to comment with suggestions, vote, or even some of your own ideas!

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It would have been nice for Sam to say that she attacked the bathtub ghost in the same ninja-like precision she'd attacked Danny. Unfortunately, a random bout of clumsiness struck her (she'd blame it on her husband, coordination had never been his strong suit), causing her to misfire the Fenton blaster at the ceiling. The recoil from the blast sent her flying into Danny, and they both slid backwards, and with a crash and a splash, fell back into the bathtub.

The bathtub ghost howled, and forcefully thrust its moldy gloved hands into the air, the mist thickening. Then the showerhead above the tub sputtered on, spraying icy cold water all over them. Sam shot out of the bathtub, reeling, while Danny just shook his head and grinned, changing back into his ghost form.

"Nothing like a cold shower to cleanse the senses!" He remarked, eyes glowing green readily. His fist glowed.

"WAIT! Do you want to destroy the entire bathroom?" Sam yelled.

Danny scowled. "NO..." He ducked an irritated swat from the ghost. "But how are we supposed to get this guy then?" Sam held up the thermos and tapped its side with a metallic clunk.

Before it flew out of her hand from a well-aimed blast from the bathtub ghost.

"You've got to be kidding me!" She groaned, it was too dark to really see where it had landed, and after a quick test of the light switch, the power was out. Stupid ghosts affecting electricity. Seeing her dismay, Danny shrugged.

"I guess we'll have to do it the old-fashioned way!" A brief pause. "Actually it's not really old-fashioned, but you know what I mean!"

Yes, but I don't like what it means... Sam thought.

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Jackson heard a yell from the bathroom across the hall. Then a crash. Then some more yelling. Jackson wanted to be concerned, but he knew it was probably just some of his dad's clumsiness and his mom reprimanding him for it.

Anyway, he had important matters to take care of.

"I knight thee Sir Pants A Lot of Fluffy Carpet Kingdom!" He tapped a toy sword on each shoulder of one of Lily's stuffed animals. It was a monkey with a banana yellow hat and pants. "Now we must embark on our noble quest: to end all the evils of Marbledom!" He was referring to the arrangement of multi-colored marbles at the far corner of the bedroom, where more of Lily's stuffed animals lay "dead" on their backs from slipping on the marbles.

"Goraine!" This was a King Kong figurine. "Purrcival!" One of Lily's stuffed kitties. He named all the other knights of the Fluffy Carpet and arranged them to go on their quest.

Sure, he was probably too old for playing like this, but sometimes algebra required creative means for a brain break.

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Down came another one of Danny fists. The bathtub ghost moaned from the blow. He crashed through the curtains, sprawling at Sam's feet. As he floated upright again, Sam blasted him square in the back, because she knew she wouldn't miss.