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Toast felt absolutely miserable. First he had been in jail for accidentally burning down his best friend/ boss’s McDonalds, and now Ghost was in court for a murder crime he didn’t know he’d committed. But that wasn’t the worst of it…

Toast was temporarily working with Papa Acachalla.

“HELLO!” Acachalla shouted. “This is Papa Acachalla and today I’m JOHNNY GHOST! Paranormal Investigator Gourmet! And we’re here, outside this… waddaya call this?” He looked at Johnny Toast.
“Um,” Toast said, trying not to look at Papa. Did he think they were on TV? “A mansion.”
“It’s a mansion!” Papa said, still as if they were on the news, “and I, being a Gourmet- Gourmet is the right word, right?”

“Uh,” Toast said. “I, I uh-”

“Okay! Me bein’ the Gourmet, the Paranormal Gourmet, I know all about mansions, and th’ stuff that’s inside of ‘em, ‘cause I’m Papa Acachalla, I know everythin’.” Papa Acachalla continued on like this for at least two more minutes. Toast wished he would finish so they could go in and get out of the rain, but Papa confirmed Toasts escape from jail, talked about how he was filling in for Johnny Ghost, how he had tried to put on Ghosts hoodie….

Toast shuddered as Acachalla tried to describe putting on Ghosts hoodie. Acachalla was a rather… wide man, and anyone could tell Ghost was among the scrawniest people ever. Toast hoped he had not torn the sweater.

After wondering briefly if it was a mansion or a mobile home, Papa finally followed Toast up to the porch. Toast was dripping wet from the rain. “Hmm,” he said, automatically running up to one of the large windows.

“Are we s’posed to be peeking through th’ windows?!” Acachalla demanded.
“Oh, well, it’s my favorite technique-” Toast started
“Your favorite technique- you creeper!” Acachalla smirked, but then he peeked through the window too, then began talking about how the statue in there was called Grandfather. When Toast found that the door was locked, Papa Acachalla literally broke it down.

Once inside, Acachalla immediately began comparing the mansion to his ‘first home’, and then began trying to make Toast jealous by telling him about how he was rich and had an Acachalla Dynasty in Japan.

Toast looked around and couldn’t help but think about some of HIS family. “It looks about half the size of my GrandMothers house,” he couldn’t resist saying, trying not to sound smug.
Papa Acachalla stopped talking for a moment to glare at him. “You… smug little snob.” he growled, clearly put out. “Let’s get back to the Paranormal Gourmet!”
No matter how many times Toast tried to say it, Papa Acachalla insisted on being Paranormal Investigator Gourmet.

When a pale, cloudy spirit drifted through the room, sticking close to the ceiling, Toast barely reacted. It was a very low level ghost, hardly even strong enough to make itself visible. It wouldn’t do them any harm unless it told a bigger ghost they were here.
Papa Acachalla, however, was scared out of his wits. “Was that an a‘spiripion? A‘spiripion?”
“That sounds like a disease,” Toast told him flatly.
“I’ve heard about them! On them ghost-stories ya hear about on Discovery Channel?”

When Toast was trying to get him up the stairs, Acachalla got mad and demanded to be called ‘Johnny Ghost’
“Right… Ghost… Sir,” Toast said weakly.
“YEAH! All RIGHT, let’s go do some stuff! Which way d’we go?”
“Let’s follow the ghost.” Toast said. It would probably lead them to a bigger entity… then again, who knows what Acachalla- er, ‘Ghost’ would react to a high-level entity? Toast went the opposite direction of the ghost. Papa Acach- or, Johnny Ghost, followed, snickering.
“So we’s doin’ th’ Scooby Doo technique? Should we split up?” Acachalla-Ghost barked, laughing.
“I don’t-”
“WHOA!” Shouted Acachalla-Ghost, jumping back as they entered the hallway. A pale figure vanished from sight. “Did you see that?!”
“I did, Sir,” Toast whispered, rushing after it. “I think it went in here, Sir.” He ducked through a doorway.
“Did you see that?” Acachalla repeated. “Tha’s crazy. Tha’s tarrifian! Tha’ reminds me of all the girls in Middle School- HA HA!”
“I wouldn’t know,” Toast said absently running into the next room, “I went to a private-”
“Oh, of COURSE ya did!” Acachalla exclaimed sarcastically, “Ya smug little snob!”

Toast continued searching the rooms with Papa Acachalla- ‘Johnny Ghost’, that is, right behind him, barking with laughter and probably scaring away any clues they might get. When Toast started measuring the Paranormal Readings of a bookshelf, however, Papa Acachalla ‘lost interest’ for a while until Toast mentioned they should search the kitchen.

Well, at least Acachalla isn’t going to wander off now, Toast thought as he ran through the halls, peeking in doors and trying to look like he knew where the kitchen was. He went into one promising room, only to jump back as the upper half of a zombie grabbed at his leg from under the coffee table. A lamp was floating slowly across the ceiling.
“Uh, nevermind, nevermind!” Toast said quickly, trying to push past Papa Acachalla, who did not move from the doorway.
“What in th’ world is that?!” Acachalla barked.
“Nevermind, we’re going in a different direction.” Toast said, looking back at the zombie. “That’s not here.”
“What IS that?” Acachalla leaned into the room.
“Not what we’re going to do,” Toast insisted.
“IS THAT TH’ UPPER HALF OF A DUDE?” Acachalla demanded. “AN’ IS IT MOVING?”
“Uh… I think it might be causing a ghost, sir.” Toast said quickly.

Acachalla-Ghost finally agreed to go to the next room. But Toast froze in the doorway- right in front of him was a dangley, slimy vine covered with little, grippy thorns. It waved in front of him. Toast gasped and tried to take a step back, but then Papa Acachalla bumped heavily into him. Toast was knocked forward, and the vine shot out and wrapped around him, yanking him toward the ceiling.

"Oh- WHOOAA!"
“Oh-JOHNNY!” Papa Acachalla yelled.
"WHOA!" Toast cried, grabbing madly at the doorframe.
"TOAST, WADDERYA DOIN?!"
"I- uh, uh, dude-!" Toast yelped as his hand slipped from the door.
"NO! TOAST!" Acachalla was yelling. "TOAST!"
Toast was getting frantic. There was a monster on the ceiling, trying to stuff Johnny into its mouth. "No, uh, j- ge- Sir! Sir!" Toast cried. He was struggling wildly. "get it- help me!"
"I'VE GOTTA GUN, HANG ON!" Acachalla shouted, whipping out a revolver. BANG! BANG! The first shot his Toast, and the second hit the monster. It released Toast and he fell to the floor with a thud, the monsters blood raining down on his face. "AAUGH, I SHOT JOHNNY TOAST!" Papa Acachalla shrieked.
"It.. it's nothing," Toast said weakly, moving his head out from under the bleeding monster. "A moderate wound." He did not attempt to stand.
"AAH, NOW WADDAMI S'POSED TO DO?" Acachalla ran back and forth in the room. "I just shot Johnny Toast in the head and THERE'S A ZOMBIE OUT THERE!!" Acachalla ran out of the room.
Toast held perfectly still as the upper half of a zombie crawled over him. It thought he was dead! It was after Papa Acachalla, of course. He was making way too much noise to go unnoticed.
Once the zombie was out of sight, Toast began doing first aid on himself. It really wasn't that bad- most of the blood was the monsters.
"I DIDN'T SIGN UP FER THIS!" Acachalla yelled.
"This happens to me a lot," Toast called dryly.
"I din' sign up fer thi-hi-is!" Was Papa Acachalla crying, or was that a weird echoe?
"Don't worry, I'll be right back," Toast said, and he limped his way down the hall, looking for a bathroom with medical supplies, leaving Acachallas panicked voice behind.

"Hello, Johnny." came his own voice.
"What?" Toast turned in alarm and froze. There, down the opposite hallway, was not Johnny Toast, even though he looked exactly like him. "Gavin," Toast said icily, a tone he almost never used. This was Toast twin brother, who had tried over and over to replace Johnny and/ or steal his fortune. Once he'd convinced Ghost that he was Toast for quite a while while Johnny Toast had switched bodies with Sally Acachalla, but in the end Ghost realized he was a fake, and somehow drew the conclusion that Gavin was a zombie. "They're not going to fall for it again," Johnny said firmly.
"Maybe Ghost wouldn't," Gavin snorted, "But this Acachalla guy is clueless."
Even Johnny couldn't argue this. Papa Acachalla didn't even know him as well as Ghost did. How long would it take him to realize the change? "Well, I'm not going to let you replace me," Johnny Toast said, "This time I'm actually HERE to stop you."
"I don't think so," Gavin Toast replied, his hands glowing green and black. "I've picked up a few paranormal tips since our last endeavor. You really inspired me with your 'P.I.E.' business." He held out his hand and pale figures shrieked and swirled out of the walls, surrounding them. "You're in my house, Johnny. And there's some things here I don't want you nosy P.I.E. people to uncover!"
Toast yelled as the ghosts swarmed around him, dragging him down the corridor, and stairs, down, down- until he was thrown in a small dark cellar. The door latched shut and locked.
Toast was trapped.

Description
Toast felt absolutely miserable. First he had been in jail for accidentally burning down his best friend/ boss’s McDonalds, and now Ghost was in court for a murder crime he didn’t know he’d committed. But that wasn’t the worst of it…

Toast was temporarily working with Papa Acachalla.

“HELLO!” Acachalla shouted. “This is Papa Acachalla and today I’m JOHNNY GHOST! Paranormal Investigator Gourmet! And we’re here, outside this… waddaya call this?” He looked at Johnny Toast.
“Um,” Toast said, trying not to look at Papa. Did he think they were on TV? “A mansion.”
“It’s a mansion!” Papa said, still as if they were on the news, “and I, being a Gourmet- Gourmet is the right word, right?”

“Uh,” Toast said. “I, I uh-”

“Okay! Me bein’ the Gourmet, the Paranormal Gourmet, I know all about mansions, and th’ stuff that’s inside of ‘em, ‘cause I’m Papa Acachalla, I know everythin’.” Papa Acachalla continued on like this for at least two more minutes. Toast wished he would finish so they could go in and get out of the rain, but Papa confirmed Toasts escape from jail, talked about how he was filling in for Johnny Ghost, how he had tried to put on Ghosts hoodie….

Toast shuddered as Acachalla tried to describe putting on Ghosts hoodie. Acachalla was a rather… wide man, and anyone could tell Ghost was among the scrawniest people ever. Toast hoped he had not torn the sweater.

After wondering briefly if it was a mansion or a mobile home, Papa finally followed Toast up to the porch. Toast was dripping wet from the rain. “Hmm,” he said, automatically running up to one of the large windows.

“Are we s’posed to be peeking through th’ windows?!” Acachalla demanded.
“Oh, well, it’s my favorite technique-” Toast started
“Your favorite technique- you creeper!” Acachalla smirked, but then he peeked through the window too, then began talking about how the statue in there was called Grandfather. When Toast found that the door was locked, Papa Acachalla literally broke it down.

Once inside, Acachalla immediately began comparing the mansion to his ‘first home’, and then began trying to make Toast jealous by telling him about how he was rich and had an Acachalla Dynasty in Japan.

Toast looked around and couldn’t help but think about some of HIS family. “It looks about half the size of my GrandMothers house,” he couldn’t resist saying, trying not to sound smug.
Papa Acachalla stopped talking for a moment to glare at him. “You… smug little snob.” he growled, clearly put out. “Let’s get back to the Paranormal Gourmet!”
No matter how many times Toast tried to say it, Papa Acachalla insisted on being Paranormal Investigator Gourmet.

When a pale, cloudy spirit drifted through the room, sticking close to the ceiling, Toast barely reacted. It was a very low level ghost, hardly even strong enough to make itself visible. It wouldn’t do them any harm unless it told a bigger ghost they were here.
Papa Acachalla, however, was scared out of his wits. “Was that an a‘spiripion? A‘spiripion?”
“That sounds like a disease,” Toast told him flatly.
“I’ve heard about them! On them ghost-stories ya hear about on Discovery Channel?”

When Toast was trying to get him up the stairs, Acachalla got mad and demanded to be called ‘Johnny Ghost’
“Right… Ghost… Sir,” Toast said weakly.
“YEAH! All RIGHT, let’s go do some stuff! Which way d’we go?”
“Let’s follow the ghost.” Toast said. It would probably lead them to a bigger entity… then again, who knows what Acachalla- er, ‘Ghost’ would react to a high-level entity? Toast went the opposite direction of the ghost. Papa Acach- or, Johnny Ghost, followed, snickering.
“So we’s doin’ th’ Scooby Doo technique? Should we split up?” Acachalla-Ghost barked, laughing.
“I don’t-”
“WHOA!” Shouted Acachalla-Ghost, jumping back as they entered the hallway. A pale figure vanished from sight. “Did you see that?!”
“I did, Sir,” Toast whispered, rushing after it. “I think it went in here, Sir.” He ducked through a doorway.
“Did you see that?” Acachalla repeated. “Tha’s crazy. Tha’s tarrifian! Tha’ reminds me of all the girls in Middle School- HA HA!”
“I wouldn’t know,” Toast said absently running into the next room, “I went to a private-”
“Oh, of COURSE ya did!” Acachalla exclaimed sarcastically, “Ya smug little snob!”

Toast continued searching the rooms with Papa Acachalla- ‘Johnny Ghost’, that is, right behind him, barking with laughter and probably scaring away any clues they might get. When Toast started measuring the Paranormal Readings of a bookshelf, however, Papa Acachalla ‘lost interest’ for a while until Toast mentioned they should search the kitchen.

Well, at least Acachalla isn’t going to wander off now, Toast thought as he ran through the halls, peeking in doors and trying to look like he knew where the kitchen was. He went into one promising room, only to jump back as the upper half of a zombie grabbed at his leg from under the coffee table. A lamp was floating slowly across the ceiling.
“Uh, nevermind, nevermind!” Toast said quickly, trying to push past Papa Acachalla, who did not move from the doorway.
“What in th’ world is that?!” Acachalla barked.
“Nevermind, we’re going in a different direction.” Toast said, looking back at the zombie. “That’s not here.”
“What IS that?” Acachalla leaned into the room.
“Not what we’re going to do,” Toast insisted.
“IS THAT TH’ UPPER HALF OF A DUDE?” Acachalla demanded. “AN’ IS IT MOVING?”
“Uh… I think it might be causing a ghost, sir.” Toast said quickly.

Acachalla-Ghost finally agreed to go to the next room. But Toast froze in the doorway- right in front of him was a dangley, slimy vine covered with little, grippy thorns. It waved in front of him. Toast gasped and tried to take a step back, but then Papa Acachalla bumped heavily into him. Toast was knocked forward, and the vine shot out and wrapped around him, yanking him toward the ceiling.

"Oh- WHOOAA!"
“Oh-JOHNNY!” Papa Acachalla yelled.
"WHOA!" Toast cried, grabbing madly at the doorframe.
"TOAST, WADDERYA DOIN?!"
"I- uh, uh, dude-!" Toast yelped as his hand slipped from the door.
"NO! TOAST!" Acachalla was yelling. "TOAST!"
Toast was getting frantic. There was a monster on the ceiling, trying to stuff Johnny into its mouth. "No, uh, j- ge- Sir! Sir!" Toast cried. He was struggling wildly. "get it- help me!"
"I'VE GOTTA GUN, HANG ON!" Acachalla shouted, whipping out a revolver. BANG! BANG! The first shot his Toast, and the second hit the monster. It released Toast and he fell to the floor with a thud, the monsters blood raining down on his face. "AAUGH, I SHOT JOHNNY TOAST!" Papa Acachalla shrieked.
"It.. it's nothing," Toast said weakly, moving his head out from under the bleeding monster. "A moderate wound." He did not attempt to stand.
"AAH, NOW WADDAMI S'POSED TO DO?" Acachalla ran back and forth in the room. "I just shot Johnny Toast in the head and THERE'S A ZOMBIE OUT THERE!!" Acachalla ran out of the room.
Toast held perfectly still as the upper half of a zombie crawled over him. It thought he was dead! It was after Papa Acachalla, of course. He was making way too much noise to go unnoticed.
Once the zombie was out of sight, Toast began doing first aid on himself. It really wasn't that bad- most of the blood was the monsters.
"I DIDN'T SIGN UP FER THIS!" Acachalla yelled.
"This happens to me a lot," Toast called dryly.
"I din' sign up fer thi-hi-is!" Was Papa Acachalla crying, or was that a weird echoe?
"Don't worry, I'll be right back," Toast said, and he limped his way down the hall, looking for a bathroom with medical supplies, leaving Acachallas panicked voice behind.

"Hello, Johnny." came his own voice.
"What?" Toast turned in alarm and froze. There, down the opposite hallway, was not Johnny Toast, even though he looked exactly like him. "Gavin," Toast said icily, a tone he almost never used. This was Toast twin brother, who had tried over and over to replace Johnny and/ or steal his fortune. Once he'd convinced Ghost that he was Toast for quite a while while Johnny Toast had switched bodies with Sally Acachalla, but in the end Ghost realized he was a fake, and somehow drew the conclusion that Gavin was a zombie. "They're not going to fall for it again," Johnny said firmly.
"Maybe Ghost wouldn't," Gavin snorted, "But this Acachalla guy is clueless."
Even Johnny couldn't argue this. Papa Acachalla didn't even know him as well as Ghost did. How long would it take him to realize the change? "Well, I'm not going to let you replace me," Johnny Toast said, "This time I'm actually HERE to stop you."
"I don't think so," Gavin Toast replied, his hands glowing green and black. "I've picked up a few paranormal tips since our last endeavor. You really inspired me with your 'P.I.E.' business." He held out his hand and pale figures shrieked and swirled out of the walls, surrounding them. "You're in my house, Johnny. And there's some things here I don't want you nosy P.I.E. people to uncover!"
Toast yelled as the ghosts swarmed around him, dragging him down the corridor, and stairs, down, down- until he was thrown in a small dark cellar. The door latched shut and locked.
Toast was trapped.