Help From a Stranger

One-Shot/Chapter 1

Alright, as I said in my other stories, I'd be adding a one-shot for my 14th birthday. If you paid attention or read these stupid author's notes, you would've seen "Well, that's for you to decided. Confused? You'll see..." I had an idea and it kind of went from there. The part for you to decide is whether this stays as a one-shot, or continues to be a short story.

Danny's POV

It had been less than two weeks, 8 days to be exact, since she went missing. No she didn't go missing; those weren't the right words. It was more like abducted, kidnapped, or taken. When I find her, I'll kill her captor; more than usual.

I've hated a lot of ghosts with this kind of passion: Skulker, Dark Dan, and Vlad to name a few. I guess I have one more name to add to that list: Fright Knight.

I haven't ate or slept much since that night 8 days ago. Not much, but always a little; Jazz's orders. Everyday, I was to eat something at every meal- even if I wasn't hungry- and try to sleep at least five hours. Mom and Dad were worried a little, but Jazz had my back. "It's normal for young teens during adolescence to not eat or sleep much. Especially when they've lost someone close to them." She didn't have to stretch the truth far, "Once we find her, Danny will eat and sleep normally again. I guarantee it." I hoped she was right. I've already out shrunk most of my clothes.

I was flying downtown looking for any sign of her as I have the past week. My parents have given up hunting me to help Mr. and Mrs. Manson and Valerie's dad search for the lost child. I was glad for that because with Tucker and his parents gone for another day, I needed all the help I could get. Also I don't think I could take on my parents in the state I was in. I was way too weak. I could feel it and it scared me.

I was stopped in mid air by a chilly blue wisp coming from my mouth. I sighed because it wasn't from the cold air. I couldn't take on a ghost stronger or bigger than the Box Ghost; maybe Klemper.

I turned around to see Skulker chasing- would you have guessed- the Box Ghost. "If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times- do not touch my prize box!" Skulker blasted the Box Ghost and he went flying towards me.
"Quick Phantom, trap me in your cylindrical containment device!" Box Ghost begged. I turned around and kept flying hearing Skulker ask,
"What's his problem?"

As I flew, I felt one, two, then dozens of raindrops. My ghostly white hair matted to my head and face and the rain clouded my eyes; but I still flew on.

Normally, I would've continued for another hour, but something caught my eye; something flaming green. I flew down to the light and found a duplicate flaming Fright Knight sword in a pumpkin; next to it, a picture. I picked the picture up; studying it. My brain finally registered the face: Sam.

I screamed- my ghostly wail coming out enough to break a few windows- and clutched the picture to my chest as hot tears ran down my face. I continued to cry even when an umbrella hovered over me, a warm blanked was wrapped around my body, and a complete stranger hugged me comfortingly, and gave me a reassuring smile, "You'll find her," She said.


Well, that's it. Should it be a one-shot or should I continue it and it be a short story? Tell me in the reviews, and thanks for reading!

~Brit~