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buried her face in his neck. "You're making this up. You're just trying to scare me."

    He closed his eyes and smiled. "No, really," he said. "The guy told my cousin. So anyway, the girl gets all freaked out by the news and tells the guy to take her home. He doesn't want to go, but he's, like, a gentleman, so he steps on the gas and they go. And they get home and get out of the car, and you know what they find?"

    She was squeezing his thigh. In a small voice, she asked, "What?"

    "A bloody hook! Hanging off the door handle!"

    She gripped him even more tightly. "You mean the guy was. . . ?"

    "Right there! He was gonna open the door, just when they hit the gas and peeled out of there."

    "Ewwww..."

    "Yeah, I know."

    Marisol broke away. Anxious, she threw up her hands. "Okay, that's it! We can't stay here! Take me home!"

    Danny opened his eyes, startled. "What? But..."

    "No, I mean it, Danny! What if there's some psycho around here, too?"

    "But you don't have to... It's just a story..."

    "I mean it!"

    He put a hand on her shoulder to calm her. "Marisol, there's nothing to worry..."

    Suddenly, their heads jerked around as they heard a loud thump and the screech of scratching metal coming from the front of the car. Standing there was a disheveled man with a wild look in his eve - and a metal hook in place of his right hand. His clothes and the hook were spattered with blood. Even more striking was the fact that he was glowing.

    Danny and Marisol screamed.

    "Get us out of here!" Marisol shouted.

    "I'm trying!"

    Danny struggled to get his hand into the pocket of his jeans. Why did they have to make these things so tight?!

    "Danny!"

    The figure with the hook was on the move now. He was heading around the front of the car, toward the passenger door.

    Finally, Danny freed his keys from his pocket.

    "Come on!" Marisol shook his arm in panic. The keys went flying.

    Danny's left hand shot out to snatch the keys from the air. He fumbled with them, trying to find the right one.

    The maniac was at the passenger door now, banging on the roof and yanking at the door handle. It was a good thing that Marisol had locked the door, but it was obvious that it wouldn't keep him out for long.

    "DANNNNEEEEEEEE!"

    "I'm trying!"

    Over and over, Danny jabbed the ignition key at the slot, struggling to get it inside.

    The steel hook smashed through the window. A shower of broken glass rained over the teens.

    Marisol screamed.

    The engine roared to life.

    Danny wasn't thinking about mood anymore. He wasn't thinking about the damage to his cousin's car. There was only one thing on his mind: getting the hell out of there.

    He threw the gearshift into reverse. With a squeal of rubber on asphalt, the car peeled out in a curve. He slammed the shift into drive, and the car zoomed out of the parking lot.

    Marisol was sobbing as she stared at the passenger window.

    Danny glanced over, but it wasn't to see if she was all right.

    A glowing, bloody hook dangled from the window frame. As they watched, it melted away into the wind.

    "Good morning!" Ray called as he slid down the fire pole to land in the parking bay. Ever since he lost his house covering the group's expenses during the company's third bankruptcy, Ray had taken over part of the second floor as his living space. It wasn't the same as living in the house that had been his home since childhood, but the morning commute to work was a whole lot more fun.

    He landed beside Winston, who was standing in front of his locker, putting on his working clothes. "'Morning, Ray," he said with a quick nod and a grin, as he zipped up his beige jumpsuit. An ID patch above the left breast pocket spelled out his last name: ZEDDEMORE; a shoulder emblem matched the cartoon ghost on the Ectomobile. A pair of polished black boots completed the uniform.

    Egon and Janine returned Ray's greeting from the first floor office area. "Hi, Ray," Egon muttered, preoccupied. Janine waved.

    Actually, it was