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The abandoned mansion loomed at the edge of town, its crooked turrets clawing at the stormy sky. Ben tightened his grip on the Omnitrix as rain lashed against his face. "Since when do ghosts need a secret lab?" he muttered, eyeing the rusted gate creaking open on its own. Gwen’s PDA flickered, scanning erratic energy spikes. "Whatever’s in there isn’t just haunted—it’s feeding off tech. Grandpa Max’s RV won’t start, my laptop just died, and your watch is the only thing still working." A shriek echoed from the attic. Ben activated the Omnitrix, its green glow cutting through the gloom. "Let’s hope ‘working’ includes kicking ghost butt." The floorboards groaned underfoot as they entered, the air thick with the smell of burnt wiring. Portraits lining the hallway shifted, eyes following their movement. Gwen froze. "Did that painting just…blink?" Before Ben could answer, a spectral figure erupted from the wall—a swirling mass of static and smoke with glowing red eyes. He slammed the Omnitrix, transforming into a crackling energy being. "Time to see if ectoplasm conducts electricity!" Bolts of plasma lit up the room as the creature recoiled, its form destabilizing. Grandpa Max discovered a hidden elevator behind a bookcase, descending into a subterranean chamber pulsing with alien machinery. "This isn’t paranormal—it’s extraterrestrial!" he shouted over the din of malfunctioning devices. Gwen deciphered glyphs on a control panel. "Someone tried merging human tech with Anur-system energy cores. It backfired…badly." The walls trembled as a colossal entity composed of shattered holograms and rogue nanobots emerged. Ben cycled through transformations—diamond armor deflected projectile debris, pyrokinetic blasts melted incoming tendrils—before landing on a hulking spectral form. "Eat sub-energy, Glitchzilla!" Hours later, the trio emerged into dawn light, the mansion collapsing into dust behind them. Gwen pocketed a salvaged data chip. "Whoever built that place wasn’t just messing with ghosts—they were trying to weaponize the Omnitrix’s frequency." Ben inspected his silent device. "Well, it’s fried now. Think Vilgax is dumb enough to try this again?" Max revved the restored RV’s engine. "Kid, when have we ever gotten that lucky?" The tires screeched toward the highway as a faint green light pulsed once within Ben’s glove.
