Okay, so I shouldn't be starting yet another Supernatural/Danny Phantom fic, but I am. I am so pooped out I am not even going to try for good authors note. You're just going to have to suck it up.

I HAVE NOT PREVIOUSLY, DO NOT CURRENTLY, AND PROBABLY WILL NOT EVER OWN DANNY PHANTOM, SUPERNATURAL, OR ANY IDEAS OR PLACES, THINGS, PERSONS, BLAH BLAH BLAH ASSOCIATED WITH THEM BESIDES THE FICS I'M POPPING OUT LIKE BUBBLES WITH A HUGE CHUNK OF HUBBA BUBBA BUBBLEGUM, AND I'M ONLY DOING THIS ONE DISCLAIMER SO SUCK IT UP. YES, I'M BEING RUDE IN THIS AUTHORS NOTE. DEAL.

sapphireswimming, The Cave of Carbannog, Chapter 7, idea J. This will be far more than a oneshot, so buyer beware.

Okay, so that was the only disclaimer that will only exist in this story. ENJOY, or whatever.

Dear Danny,

At first I thought this pen pal thing was stupid, and I intended to quit as soon as the school project was over, but you're a lot cooler than most pen pals, even if you are three and a half years older. I needed some advice, and I can't ask my Mom or anybody else I know, because I think they'll either get involved, or they are already, but you're pretty far away, so I don't have to worry about you interfering too much.

Something really, really scary just happened to me, and I can't exactly explain it. You'll think I'm absolutely crazy, as crazy as you think your parents are. But you know ghosts exist, right? You told me you've seen a few before, so maybe you'll believe me more than some other people. I figure I can tell you what happened, and you'll either tell me not to write to you ever again, or believe me.

Something really bad happened last week, and I'm still scared, and I've been locking myself up in my room. Mom said she was going to hire a therapist if I didn't quit it, but I know therapists are really expensive, so I've tried to act brave for her, but I'm still really scared.

It started a little over two weeks ago, at my eighth birthday party. This tall, handsome man visited, and Mom knew him, and they acted really cool around each other, like he was an old friend, or maybe a little more. He said his name was Dean, and he was okay. At first I thought he was just another grown up, not too bad, not too good, but he's okay with me standing up for myself in more ways than words. Mom said something about him being a bad influence, but I've been influenced by my Mom for all of my life, and I thought Dean was a pretty cool guy.

Bryan Humphrey, that jerky fat kid I told you out, stole my game, and for I while I just sat on the bench and let him and his group of followers mess with it. Dean came over and sat with me and told me to stand up for myself, so I did. I went over to Bryan and asked politely twice for my game back, but he wouldn't give it back, so I kicked him in the soft spot, and I got my game back. Mom came over though, and she told me not to do that, and she told Dean to mind his own business. I thanked him anyway, just because he helped me get my game back.

Mom drove me home and told me to go up to my room and not come out for an hour to think about what I did to that "poor boy" Bryan. I could hear her calling Bryan's Mom to tell her everything that happened and stuff.

This is where it gets really scary and crazy. You probably won't believe me.

I was playing my game on my bed because I was still stuck in my room, and the window opened suddenly. Our real estate lady was there, climbing in the window, but before I could scream, her hand was over my mouth. She was carrying a baby, but it had gray skin and dead eyes. The creepiest thing was its mouth, because instead of lips and normal tenth, the skin just stopped. It's mouth was a gaping hole with three rows of rotted teeth that looked like needles.

I looked up and our real estate lady had the same kind of mouth, and she leaned over and bit me on the back of the neck. It hurt a lot, but I was to bust focusing on the baby, which was quickly growing and changing and morphing to look like me! It looked exactly like me, but its mouth and eyes stayed for longer until they slowly melted away, but I could see them in my bedroom mirror, and I screamed, but the real estate lady kept her hand clamped over my mouth.

The real estate lady took out a piece of cloth and forced it over my nose, and I fell asleep. When I woke up I was in this cage thing, underneath half-built house that'd been around for a while. A bunch of other kids were there too, and a lot of them were scared like me. The real estate lady was there too, but she was in a cage as well and she looked really weak, and I was confused and I wasn't really sure what was going on.

Then the real estate lady walked in, but the real real estate lady was still in her cage, shivering. The real estate lady leaned over Katy Miller, one of the girls who was at my party, but acting weird, and now I know that wasn't Katy. The fake real estate lady unlocked the real Katy's cage and held a cloth to her face. Katy fell asleep and the fake real estate lady started sucking off of Katy's neck. Giselle Burke started screaming, because like the rest of us she was really scared.

A fake version of Victor Hayes went over to her and held a cloth to her face, and she passed out. The fake real estate lady stopped sucking on Katy and went over to Giselle and began sucking, and the rest of us quickly bit down on our tongues to keep ourselves from screaming because we didn't want to be sucked from. The real Victor Hayes, who was in a cage across from me looking really weak started shaking uncontrollably, but he kept quiet while doing it. The fake Victor Hayes grinned evilly at the real Victor Hayes.

I was only down there for five or six hours when I heard the engine of a car, and all the kids and the real real estate lady perked up. The fake real estate lady got a really mean look on her face and disappeared out the back door. A few minutes later we heard a bit of a banging noise and then Dean came in, and he grabbed a metal pole from the corner of the room and rammed it against the lock on my cage until the lock broke. He helped me out of the cage and them went to work breaking the other locks. I tried to help but I couldn't really do much. I just helped the other kids out of their cages.

We heard a bunch of bangs and Dean looked up and around, and I knew he knew where the bangs were coming from. He went even faster breaking the locks and getting the kids out, he was like a machine. Eventually he was just breaking eh locks and letting me get the other kids out, but we got them out pretty quickly. He told us all to cover our eyes and then broke the window above and tried to clear it of glass. I gave him my jacket so he could put it over the tiny pieces of glass so none of us would get cut. Then he helped the real Victor Hayes out of the window.

Another couple of bangs came, and grunting and thud sounds. Dean looked up, helped Giselle out the window, and then told me to get the rest of the kids, which was about half as many as before, out of there. I wasn't tall enough to lift them up so I got a closed bucket of tar and helped the kids stand on it and then climb out of the window. There were sharp grunting and thudding sounds and then the fake real estate lady came into view along with Dean and a guy I'd never seen before.

She beat up the guy I'd never seen before with several hits all at once, then Dean came up behind her and tried to hit her, but she turned around and kicked him in the stomach. I managed to get all the kids out but myself right before they beat her. They fought for a little while before Dean and the guy I'd never seen before beat her and her mouth went all creepy and circular. Dean and the guy I'd never seen before held up this weird green thing and fire came out of it hand the real estate lady didn't burn, but kinda exploded into pieces which burnt away.

Dean and the guy I'd never seen before drove me and a bunch of the kids home, and all the parents were super happy to see the real kids. Mom freaked out and was really happy when she saw me, and she invited Dean in. The guy I'd never seen before said he was going to give them some time and drove away.

I went to listening to music while Dean and Mom talked but I eavesdropped a little and learned the fake children and fake real estate lady were something called "changelings" and Dean said goodbye to Mom and me before driving off with the guy I'd never seen before.

Look, I know it sounds crazy and made up but it's the truth. Danny, I'm serious. I'm really, really scared. I know it's over but it feels like it isn't, you know. I just need someone to talk about what happened a little while ago. I don't know if you'll take this letter seriously or not, but please reply. Please, Danny.

From,

Ben

P.S. Mom wanted to move after the Changeling thing, since the real estate lady was evil, so i have a new address, which is the return address.

So I'm hoping you liked that, or whatever. And I'm hoping somebody looks at this story, or whatever. The story is done for now, but I'll update soon (hopefully) so stay tuned, or whatever.