I know I really should work on Fenton Files, but I guess Em still isn't available. :( Sorry!

This is another one of those fics where it describes the portal accident. I really hope you guys enjoy! These are my favorite kinds of stories and I hope I don't discourage

your views on these!

It is known by many that when a human dies, they become a ghost. In truth, their actual bodies do not leave, but rather the very essence of that person, or their spirit. The spirit attracts a portal to the Ghost Zone, where almost all spirits appear. Many then move on from this world and pass into the Great Unknown. Others escape the small, unnoticeable portal and remain here. But others resent that they were taken, when there was more that they wanted to accomplish... more to achieve. These are what we call Ghosts.

Since the 1600's the Fentons had known this, and they wanted to find out what the Ghost Zone was. Finally, in 1982 Jack Fenton managed to create a device which was supposed to mimic a human's death and draw a portal near, then capture it. The portal that appeared had no boundaries due to a missing chemical to bind it, therefore lashing out to take half of the nearest human there was, Vlad Masters. Disappointed, Jack knew that he needed much more than college funding and recycled car parts to accomplish his dream. So he moved on, and waited.

20 Years Later

Danny Fenton peered into the dark, wondering what he had done to deserve this. He didn't ask to be born into a family of ghost hunters, AKA The Lunatics. He didn't ask to be so scrawny. Well, in a way it was somewhat his fault too. But if he had a choice, he would grow at least three inches taller just so he could:

A) Be three inches closer to Dash Baxter's height.

B) Be unable to fit into Casper High's lockers.

C) ... Be three inches taller.

Regardless, he was eight inches shorter than the local bully, Dash Baxter, fit very nicely into his own locker, and ... wasn't three inches taller.

Presently he was blinded by light as he looked into the violet eyes of Samantha Manson, Goth extraordinare, and possibly the only Freshman girl who wore combat boots. "Thanks Sam," mumbled Danny as he tumbled out into the empty hallway and stretched. He already knew better than to call her by her full name, she made sure of that. At the sound of snickering, he whipped around and growled, "What's so funny, Tucker?" The African-American simply grinned, putting away his precious PDA and adjusting his red beret before saying, "Nothing, but I think you almost wanted to land on top of Sa- OW!!" Sam realized where he was going and had abruptly punched him in the arm. Danny simply looked lost. "Ok? Well I better head home. My parents are waiting." Sam stopped glaring daggers at Tucker long enough to look curiously into his blue eyes and ask, "Why? No offense Danny, but the only time your parents waited for you at home was two years ago, when they first tried 'Anti-Ghost food.'" Tucker shuddered at the memory. "Did they make something else?"

"Actually yes." Danny frowned at his shoes before mumbling, "They say they made a portal to the Ghost Zone." Sam and Tucker were well up to date with the Fenton's theories, being best friend with their son since kindergarten. So it wasn't surprising that they were working on something ghost-related, but Sam brushed back her short black hair and said, "Seriously? I thought they gave that up since that college accident with Mr. Masters."

"Yea, you and me both. Scratch that. It was wishful thinking." By now the trio was close to Danny's house, a large apartment with a giant, flashing neon sign that said 'Fenton Works'. "I really hope that they realize that ghosts don't EXIST!" Danny let out an almighty huff before waving to his friends and walking inside. His messy black hair was immediately ruffled and accompanied by a "Hi sweetie!" Great. His ever chipper, blue HAZMAT suit-wearing mom was at the door. She pulled back her hood to reveal purple eyes and reddish-brown hair that didn't even reach her shoulders. "Your father and I would like to show you kids something. This could be the day Danny! Come on, then."

"Great. Coming." grumbled Danny as he trudged down the stairs to his parents' lab. He looked longingly towards his bedroom upstairs, but headed down anyway.

"Just great."

Lol, it stinks and it's a short prolouge. I need encouragement! I need flames! I need people telling me 'OMG YOU ARE A TERRIBLE WRITER!!'

Please review! (But read it first duh) ;D