Dreamcreator01

Casper floated home from school, he felt hurt and he knew he was in for more from the trio. It didn't take long for it to happen. His Uncles waited for this time of day, to torment the young ghost. "Bulb head's home, we can send 'im ta -" "Just for today, can you give me a break, I got made fun of enough at school." "It's you're own fault for not being scary, you had to be a friendly ghost." Fatso said "Come on guys, it's not a good day today okay, I just want to go back to my room and pretend I don't exist." He was surprised that Stretch hadn't joined in. He couldn't hold back the tears any longer. Fatso and Stinkie laughed at their neph

Casper McFadden loved Christmas, it was no secret. He loved everything from family time to the Christmas decorations on all of the houses. He often wished that his Uncle Stretch would let him put lights out around Whipstaff, every year the young ghost would plead with his uncle, and ever year he received the same answer. "We wanna keep Fleshies away from here, ya put lights out an' they're gonna swarm the house." This response hurt  Casper,and Stretch , though he was one of the most frightening ghosts Maine had ever known, still loved his nephew. "Hey Short Sheet," he would say after seeing the boy close to tears. "Ya can decorate inside,

Casper floated frantically through the silent halls of Whipstaff Manor. He searched every room only to find them empty. "Uncle Stretch.... Uncle Stinkie...Uncle Fatso, where are you guys?" He shouted but received no answer. He rushed into Dr.Harvey's office to find that the man was gone. His mind reeled, where could they all be? He sat down on the couch, his hands trembling. "They probably just stepped out, no big deal, I'll wait here. Maybe watch some TV." The young ghost reached out for the remote and  began to search the channels. He glanced at the clock  seven in The evening, perhaps the older ghosts had gone haunting. He was soon los