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The creak of rotting floorboards echoed through the shadowed halls of Ravenspire Manor as Ben Tennyson adjusted the Omnitrix on his wrist. Moonlight filtered through cracked windows, casting jagged patterns over peeling wallpaper and cobwebbed chandeliers. Gwen’s mana-charged gloves flickered faintly beside him, while Kevin scanned the decaying foyer with a modified spectral tracker. “This place isn’t just abandoned,” he muttered, eyeing the device’s erratic readings. “It’s *alive*.” A cold laugh rippled through the air as translucent figures materialized—phantom servants frozen mid-task, their hollow eyes tracking the trio. Ben’s thumb hovered over the Omnitrix. “Ghosts? Since when do we do ghosts?” Before Gwen could retort, the floor erupted. Spectral vines coiled around Kevin’s ankles, yanking him into the walls. The tracker clattered to the floor, its screen flashing *ENTITY CONVERGENCE DETECTED*. Ben slammed the Omnitrix, transforming into Heatblast in a burst of flames. Fire illuminated a towering figure at the stairwell—a woman in a tattered wedding gown, her face half-skeletal, half-ethereal. “You shouldn’t have come here, little heroes,” she hissed, her voice layered with whispers of the long-dead. The mansion groaned, doors slamming shut as walls shifted like a living maze. Gwen hurled a mana barrier just as chandeliers crashed down, glass shards freezing mid-air under the ghostly bride’s glare. Heatblast’s flames flickered unnaturally. “Fire’s not working—it’s feeding her!” Gwen shouted, dodging a barrage of levitating daggers. Ben’s mind raced. *Ghosts… gotta think like ghosts.* He smashed the Omnitrix again, green light morphing him into Ghostfreak. The room temperature plummeted. “New plan,” his raspy voice growled. “We haunt the haunter.” The bride recoiled as Ben phased through her spectral form, unraveling her control over the mansion. Gwen’s mana chains lashed out, binding the entity’s wrists, while Kevin—bursting through a wall coated in ecto-resistant armor—slammed a modified Null Void stabilizer into the floor. “Party’s over, Casper!” he barked, activating the device. A high-pitched whine pierced the air as the mansion’s distortions collapsed, phantoms dissolving into wisps. Silence fell. Sunlight seeped through newly stilled windows, revealing Ravenspire as a crumbling ruin—no longer a prison for lost souls. Ben reverted to human form, eyeing the Omnitrix. “Note to self: add ‘exorcist’ to the resume.” Gwen smirked, nudging a rusted wedding ring with her foot. “Next time? Let’s just stick to alien zombies.”
