Two days had past after the doctor's diagnosis on Casper and a scream had echoed through the manor early in the morning, startling the three ghosts who quickly jumped up with eyes larger than moons, glancing around for a fire, then slowly relaxed when they smelt nothing. Knowing that something was wrong, Stretch called out to the others, and hurried out the attic with his brothers following to find out the reason for the scream. When they got neared to the bottom floors, they heard crying and screaming echoing through the halls of their brother's wife. When they neared the source of the screaming, they found the couple standing outside of Casper's room.

"He's dead!" The mother screamed with tear-streaked her face as her husband held her tight. "He's dead!" She sobbed and buried her face in his chest, crying untrollibly.

"No," the leader ghost whispered, then headed for the child's room with the two ghosts following with dread.

When they entered the room, they froze in horror at the sight of the young boy's body laying in bed. face was pale and all relief was gone as if he was never sick.

Stinkie looked away as Fatso was trying avoid the body with his eyes.

Stretch just stared in horror and disbelief.

His nephew, twelve-year-old Casper, was dead. He was actually dead.

He and the other two were never fond of the kid, but he never, ever wanted to lose his young nephew. Not when the child had his whole life ahead of him. At least they were there when it happened. Not physically, of course.

The trio slowly bowed their heads in silence for their young nephew.

"Uncle Jack, Sam, Greg?" A familiar voice suddenly asked, catching their attention. "What are you guys doing here?"

The Ghostly Trio raised their heads and jumped back with large eyes, finding their see-through nephew floating beside the bed.

"Casper!" Stinkie cried. "Yer a ghost!"

"So are you!" He replied with wide blue eyes.

"Yea," Stretch began as he crossed his arms, quickly pushing the shock away as he became his old self. "We were ever since the crash." He then looked at him with concern. "Ya okay, kid?"

"Yeah," the child answered slowly. He then then looked at his body and heartache came over him. "I am dead, aren't I?"

"Yeah," they answered sadly, not knowing what to say.

The boy looked at them. "And my dad?"

"He's with yer mom right now," Fatso answered.

Casper slowly nodded as the trio floated out of the room with the child following, to the main living room to watch the father comfort his distressed wife in a chair. "I didn't want to leave him," the child whispered as tears came to his blue eyes.

The other ghosts were surprised that a ghost could shed tears, but that was not the issue right now.

Stretch slowly approached the child and placed a hand on the child's shoulder, who looked up at with heartbreaking eyes.

"We ain't gonna leave 'im," he told his nephew, looking him in the eyes. "And we ain't gonna leave you." He gave him a small reassuring smirk. Since their child nephew was now a ghost, he knew that he had to take care of his three younger brothers and now his nephew.

The young ghost smirked thinly. "I actually kind of missed you guys."

The three ghosts chuckled softly at that, knowing that they weren't really there for the kid, but now they were going to be stuck with each other for the rest of eternity. Now that was a long time.

Stretch look down at his nephew with his eyes. "Why didn't ya crossover?"

The child shrugged. "I wasn't ready to leave my dad alone. Something told that…" His eyes began to darken as they slowly looked away. "Something will happen to mom and he'll be alone." He looked up at his tall uncle. "Why didn't you guys crossover?"

Neither of them never thought about that, but a quick answer came to the leader's head as he crossed his arms with a sly smirk. "Cuz we don't go down that easily. Besides! The afterlife is waaay better than the living." He gave a smooth chuckle.

"Yea!" Stinkie added, floating beside his eldest brother. "Those Fleshies are overrated. You'll see."

Casper gave small chuckle. "You guys haven't changed a bit, have you?"

The trio looked at each other, then looked at him and shacked their heads. "Naw."

Casper chuckled. "Should've guessed."

They returned to watching the parents continue to mourn.

"So it's just us, huh?" Casper asked in a sad way, missing his parents already.

"It's just us," Stretch softly answered, not taking his eyes of his brother and sister-in-law. He knew that it wasn't only his three brothers, but know he had to think about Casper's safety. He remembered promising the boy's father that he'll take in the boy if anything happens to him and his wife. He never had thought that he was going to have to take in the child in the afterlife. It was the same thing, but only backwards.

I want to thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed this little story. Nothing great, I know.