Danny placed his hand flat against the ground, his eyes narrowing. If he could just figure out where the faint vibrations were coming from, he could put the uneasiness he felt behind him. But, the longer he sat there with his eyes shut and all his focus on figuring out where the faint buzzing was coming from, he had a feeling he was in way over his head.

Ghosts weren't the only thing brought to Amity Park by the portal.

It occurred every year, like clockwork.

He had always enjoyed the crunching of the leaves, but this time was different.