There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle-ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area we call the 'Twilight Zone'
Buc stopped at the door for a second. He hesitated. "Tracy...would you like to come with me to find Ghost?" Tracy thought for a second. "Sure, I'll come with, it will be fun." Buc and Tracy left out the door, with Tracy locking it on her way out. They hailed a taxi. Buc and Tracy got crept out when they saw how creepy the taxi driver was. He had a disgusting moustache, with food in it, and had hair that looked like it hasn't been washed in months.
They quickly got out of the car when they got to the airport. They were almost late, but they made it, with about 30 seconds to spare. This time, they got third class. Buc thought, "Well, at least I'm not confused again." They landed, and hailed a cab. Luckily, this taxi driver was very neat, and he introduced himself to them. They were in Florida, and they had no idea where they were. They knew they were in Miami, but the town was so big, it was confusing. The taxi driver was so nice, he stopped by a sub shop, with them, and even paid for their lunch. Tracy had a yummy BLT, with extra bacon, and some olives. Buc had a pizza sub with bacon, a sandwich that a man would kill for. The taxi driver just sat, and happily watched them eat. They got back into the car, and finished the ride to Ghost's house.
"Holy ****!" Those were the first words out of Buc's mouth when he looked up at Ghost's Magnificent House. Seriously, there was a sign that said that.
It was a beautiful purple mansion. "Typical Ghost..", Buc and Tracy thought as they rung the doorbell. They sat there and waited as Ghost's ringtone doorbell played some Metallica and Pink Floyd. Nobody answered. "Oh no", Buc told Tracy. "This is exactly what happened when I went to go find you." They left, for they now had to go search for Ghost. They got in another taxi to find a hotel, put their stuff there, and then to go find Ghost.
The taxi driver turned around. But then they noticed. It was a zombie, with a grotesque face, with the peeling skin falling off. Tracy screamed. Buc tried to open the door. It was locked, and it would not budge. Buc tried to break the window. One problem. It was made out of rubber.
They screamed as the zombie attacked them. Then they were silent.
They woke up in a hotel room. It was a different one from the one they had put their stuff in. They stood up. They looked in the filthy mirror. Their face looked normal. But they knew they were zombies. They could feel it. They turned around to find Ghost in the corner. All was silent for a couple of moments.
And then, Ghosthunter smiled.
To be continued...