(This is pretty short, since I'm kinda trying to reboot my brain and all that, but here's what I was able to come up with!)

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No one had been prepared for the next attack that was pit against Amity Park. They had just about to erect their new modified ghost shield, a shield that would hold out anything - though it wasn't like there were any other ghosts that were left after the carnage the phantom had left in his wake.

It was so sudden that it shook the buildings, old ones being rebuilt toppling over or crumbling in on themselves, the shrieking howl destroying more brittle objects such as windows and worn down tools, as well as the human ear drum. People had doubled over in the streets and clamped their hands to their ears in an attempt to drown the sound out, but it was no use, the wail seemed to rattle and vibrate through their bones.

Valerie had been working with her father, Damon, on getting the new shield up, but the sudden eruption of ectoplasmic power had screwed with some of the more delicate, vital parts of the tech, leaving them smoking and sparking as she tried to help her father back to his feet, leaning against the wall of the building for a moment.

"Stay here, dad!" She called over the many alarms and screams that had risen up from the streets below, the newer hovering cars having crashed into the roads that they were still attempting to reconstruct. Without further thought, she launched herself over a fallen metal beam that had someone been rocked loose, stepping into the light as she surveyed the damage.

She couldn't see the ghost himself anywhere - only the wreckage and injured that he'd left behind. Was this a planned attack, or was it simply to set them back and make them fear him further? Before she could come up with an answer, a figure materialized against the awful backdrop of the ash filled skies above, a smirk curling across his face, arms crossed.

"Amity Park," he mused to himself, a hand reaching up to his face as he promptly assumed a position that suggested he was thinking - which was mocking, of course.

"It's been a while, hasn't it? Maybe a little too long. No matter - you remember what you fear now." With that, he released his grasp on an unidentifiable scorched and smoking body (where had he gotten it? She swore it hadn't been there before), the rest of Amity screaming as it connected with the ground with a sickening splat. The gore almost wasn't even gore, at this point, only ashy and black remains left, almost like a puddle.

Needless to say, Amity had not forgotten what they were up against.