Chapter 3

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"We're doing what now?" Dani said incredulously.

"Family ski trip," Danny groaned, yanking a beanie over his head. "We've heard reports of avalanches and ghostly activity up at Glacier Gulch. Mom and dad thought it would be fun if we all went up for some," he drew quotes in the air, "family ghost hunting time."

Danny slouched down the hall, his bad mood hovering around him like a cloud. Confused, Dani pulled out her phone and texted Jazz.

I think the family is going skiing today. Danny doesn't seem too happy. Any ideas?

She retreated to her own room and began to pack a bag. As she pulled on a long pair of socks, her phone buzzed.

You're not going to Glacial Gulch are you?

Yeah. What about it?

That's where Danny broke his leg when we were kids. He has a subconscious fear of skiing induced from previous trauma.

Dani rolled her eyes. Jazz was majoring in psychology and didn't hesitate to sling around the causes for everything a person ever did.

We'll try to be in and out. Thanks for the info Dani replied, turning her phone off and shoving it into her full backpack.

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They piled into the R.V. and rolled out ten minutes later. Dani was starting to feel excited.

"I've never been skiing before," she announced to the car. "Is it very hard to pick up?"

Danny scowled out the window as his dad replied happily,

"Not if you've got the Fenton talent! We take to the slopes like ghosts at a funeral!"

In place of his jumpsuit, Mr. Fenton was wearing a lurid neon orange jacket with synthetic fur bursting out of the hood edge. Mrs. Fenton was more classily dressed in slim snowpants and a blue ski jacket.

They drove for two hours before arriving at the foot of a snow packed mountain. Danny refused to look at it, keeping his hands busy as they all unloaded.

After a flurry of activity, Dani found herself in the line for the ski lift. Danny looked paler than ever as they slowly drew nearer. Finally, as it was their turn to board, he skidded around and said,

"Gotta go to the bathroom. I'll catch you next run."

He slid awkwardly away. Dani found herself alone in line.

"Come on!" The lift attendant urged impatiently. "Ride up with the person behind you."

Without stopping to look, Dani hurried onto the lift ramp and let it sweep her and her companion off their feet.

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