"Are there many spirits with us here?" the "ghost hunter" spoke loudly in the abandoned hotel.

Danny, staying invisible, watched on at the group of people. There were two people standing in the middle of the building, holding onto to the typical ghost gear you found on those ghost hunting shows. Then there was the cameraman, filming and ready to move it to anything that sort of resembled something paranormal. It was a small number of people, but what else could you expect from a ghost hunting show? They didn't need a big budget to do something like this after all.

Out of nowhere, there seemed to be people stopping by Amity Park to see if they can catch any ghosts on film. Of course, they never actually come when the ghosts are around, and the people who do ghost hunting shows picked the wrong time to come around. The ghost activity seemed to start decreasing, and whenever there was a ghost, they're dealt with very quickly by Danny. The ghost hunting shows have a tendency to either show up late or leave early. They only ever come and go into some random building though, thinking that every single one is haunted. Danny found the amusing. While others seemed to hate it, he simply enough found it funny, especially when they made up the name of ghosts and came up with silly backgrounds that only first graders could come up with. His favorites include a ghost by the name of Dolphin Man. He wished he was making this stuff up, but sadly he wasn't.

"Are there many spirits with us?" the man repeated again, shouting it into the empty room. The cameraman had a bored expression on his face as he continued to hold the camera, focusing purely on the two men.

This whole time, Danny had only been a bystander to these ghost shows, staying invisible as they went on. Some would stop and give up, but that was a rare occasion. Most of them would make up stuff, having someone off camera shove something off a shelf or scream or whatever people thought spooky ghosts did. Well, being a bystander and cringing to himself became something tiring to Danny.

Danny took a deep breath. Mustering up his deepest and spookiest voice, he shouted, "LEAVE!"

His voice echoed throughout the entire room. He watched as the two men looked at each other, confused but delighted at an actual response from a ghost. The cameraman looked completely terrified, but he kept the camera on the two men.

"An actual ghost?" one of the men whispered to the other.

"Keep on talking," muttered the other man.

"Um, what are you?"

Avoiding the question, Danny responded in the same voice but louder, "GET OUT!"

The two people had startled expressions on their face, not sure what to say after hearing him. The cameraman looked like he pissed himself as he blankly stared forward. When one of them tried to speak, they end up stuttering and fall silent. Danny can only snicker quietly to himself.

Still saying invisible, Danny silently walked toward them. He looked down at what the "ghost hunters" had laid on the ground in front of them. It was a mic and some candles on the ground. Knowing these two men probably wanted more content for their ghost show, Danny decided to some other harmless but spooky thing to them. He grabbed the mic and flipped it on its side, and while he did, he managed to blow out two of the candles.

"The ghost's feral!" the man yelled in terror.

"Oh god, actual content," the other one muttered to himself.