You've Been GhostedYou've Been Ghosted by WickednWeird
Thirteen and fourteen year old Phineas and Ferb were standing on their front porch at 7:30 in the evening, with the front door open wide and the light from the front hall shining outside to light up the dark night.
Phineas was sorting through a brown paper bag, checking out the treats the unknown person had left them.
Ferb looked over the well-known piece of paper taped to the outside of the front door. Ferb stared at the picture of the ghost on the front side, with his four-fingered hands spread wide, his silly missing-a-bunch-of-teeth grin, his large eyes and raised eyebrows.
He read the message written in a shaky computer font out loud for old time's sake. "BOOOOOOO! You've Been Ghosted!" His gaze traveled to the bottom of the page where he continued to read. "Now it's your turn to 'ghost' two other people in your neighborhood."
Ferb took the piece of paper down and flipped it over. He read the "You've Been Ghosted!" poem on the back.
"Late last night, we left you a treat.
I Am Octus Chapter 2I Am Octus Chapter 2 by WickednWeird
Octus (still disguising himself with his "Newton" hologram) stared at his reflection in the bus window, vaguely aware of the conversions the other people on the bus were having.
"Newton," Ilana called. She was sitting on his right in the same bus seat as him.
When she got no response, she tried again. "Newton," she said, a little louder this time.
"What?" he asked, some-what annoyed, as his blank expression turned into a glare.
"You've been a million light years away since we left the art institute. Are you okay?"
she asked, concerned.
"Sure," he said, still glaring at the window.
"What's going on?" she asked.
Just then, Lance, who was sitting in a seat by himself behind Ilana and Octus, heard the radio.
"Meanwhile, in southern France, a series of strange occurrences" The radio reporter said, before being cut off as the volume of the other students conversions became louder.
Lance stood up and leaned over the top of Ilana and Octus' seat. "What are they saying?"
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