Summary: One of their own is dead, and now strange and creepy circumstances befall Timmy and his friends and enemies. What is the cause and can it be stopped?

Inspired by: Death's Soulmate's story 'Delta Dawn' and the Rob Zombie song "Meet the Creeper".

Disclaimer: I own nothing here. The characters used herein and the show they are portrayed on are the property of Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon. The song that inspired this tale is owned by the artist or the songwriter.

Prologue

It was a warm yet rain soaked early June day in the town of Dimmsdale, California. Fifteen year old Timmy Turner and his friends watched as they lowered a coffin into the ground. All who attended the simple graveside service were still in shock that such a vibrant and seemingly happy young woman could take her own life. Her parents sobbed and wailed as the preacher finished his benediction of peace upon not only the family, but also the spirit of the deceased.

As the casket finished its six foot journey to confer the body to the earth, Timmy happened to look at the tombstone and shook his head sadly. It read:

R.I.P.

Veronica Ruby Verdant

August 13th 1995-June 4th 2012

A Beloved Daughter and Friend

Taken Well Before Her Time

Timmy was taken aback when he received the news about Veronica. He knew that the peppy, yet sometimes klutzy blonde had been dealing with depression; however he never thought it would've come to this. He also knew a secret that Veronica had taken to her grave…that Veronica was in love with him, but could never show her affection because of her friendship with Trixie. After the undertakers had finished filling in the hole with dirt, Timmy laid a single pale pink rose upon the stone and whispered "I'm so sorry Veronica. I knew all along you loved me and I should've said something. I blame myself for you being in that hole now. Please forgive me."

Upon breathing those last words, Timmy turned to walk away and wiped a single tear that had trickled down his face. As he walked, he shuddered as he felt an unusually chilly breeze pass through his short sleeved black polo shirt. Something sinister was in the air, Timmy could feel it in his very core, however he couldn't place how or where. He shrugged it off as his now vaunted "Icky Sense" that he had wished for that alerted him to when his babysitter Vicky McDonald was within three hundred yards of him.

Several Hours Later

Veronica's best friend Trixie Tang sat in her opulent and luxurious bedroom trying to clean herself up. She had become a wreck at the funeral and was trying to wipe away the smudged make up and streaks of mascara that now coated her face. She was still in a state of shock that her best friend could've committed suicide. No one had seen it coming, least of all Trixie herself. Veronica always had a smile on her face and a cheerful disposition whenever she was around.

Trixie sighed as she looked over her shoulder towards the door before reaching into her curio drawer and pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She walked out onto her private balcony and lit up, trying to calm herself after the emotional drain that her best friend's suicide caused.

As she puffed away, Trixie's thoughts went back to a couple of days before. Veronica had tried to tell her a secret that had been eating at her, but she was talking too fast for Trixie to understand most of what she said. The only things she caught were love and Timmy Turner. "Oh my God, could it be that Veronica was in love with Timmy?" Trixie said under her breath. It made no sense, as Timmy had befriended both girls back in middle school.

She tossed the cigarette butt off the balcony and exhaled the last of the smoke. Before she even turned around she became aware of a presence behind her. Trixie slowly turned around and was horrified at what she saw. Standing before her was the spirit of Veronica!

"Hello Trixie." Veronica said with hate dripping off of every word.

"Veronica? No, this can't be possible! You're dead!" Trixie finally got out, stunned at what she saw. The spirit was dressed in Veronica's normal cheerleader attire. However that was now tattered and dirty and the left shoulder was caked with blood, bits of skull, and brain tissue.

"Yes I am, and YOU KILLED ME!" Veronica said, finishing with a scream.

"I couldn't have killed you!"

"You took his love from me! That's why I killed myself!"

With those words, everything seemed to click in Trixie's mind. Veronica had come back from the dead to get revenge because Timmy had been so enamored with her that he disregarded not only Tootie, but also Veronica.

"I didn't love him like you and Tootie did Veronica; you know that." Trixie said in an attempt to soothe the malevolent spirit before her.

"But he still fawned all over you! You never did anything but shove him into the dirt, and yet he came back for more like a damn loyal puppy!" Veronica screamed at her.

Before Trixie could even respond, the ghost began moving towards her. Veronica began to chant something in Latin, and Trixie could do nothing but continue to gape. It seemed that with every step that the apparition became more solid. Once in front of her, Veronica reached out quickly and began trying to snap Trixie's neck!

A short scuffle ensued, and Trixie cried out as Veronica finally got behind her and quickly twisted her neck with a loud and wet sounding snap. Trixie's body went instantly limp, and Veronica could tell that she was dead from the lack of movement from Trixie's ample chest. Veronica quickly laid her hand atop Trixie's head and began to chant in Latin again.

Thunder rolled and lightning crashed as Veronica finished an incantation that would allow her to wreak her vengeance on those who shunned and humiliated her. However, she would save her main target: Tiffany "Tootie" McDonald for last. It would also allow her to finally get close to Timmy, even though she was sure that Timmy was over his fixation with getting into Trixie's pants.

Suddenly, the spirit disappeared, and "Trixie" once again opened her eyes. A malevolent smile spread across her face as she sauntered over to the mirror hanging on the opposite wall. "Damn, I could get used to this!" Veronica whispered as she ran her hands down her curvy new body.

She was still fondling her body when a frantic knock came at her door. "Trixie, are you alright? I heard a scream!" Mr. Tang called from the hall.

"Oh, sorry about that Dad. I thought I saw a mouse out on the balcony. It must have been my imagination." Veronica replied in Trixie's voice.

"Ok dear, well next time don't scare me like that! I was worried something happened, ever since your friend Veronica killed herself all of us parents are on edge."

Thanks for being so concerned…where was that when I needed it?! Veronica thought angrily. "It's ok Dad, nothing's wrong. I'm going to try and get some sleep now!" she yelled back.

"Ok Trixie. Sleep well and I'll see you in the morning. Mr. Tang said as he turned and walked away. It struck Veronica that he didn't say "I love you" or anything resembling it. To Veronica, it seemed that love was just implied in the Tang household, not to be mentioned.

Tomorrow, it all begins! Veronica thought with a wicked glee as she tossed back the covers on "her" queen sized bed and curled up. Before she fell asleep, she chanted once more and the vertebra that she had broken became whole again. The indwelling and healing incantations had taken their toll on her, and she needed her rest. Besides, she had to look her best for Timmy the next morning.

To Be Continued…

A/N: Read and Review please. Thus starts my latest work. I hope everyone enjoyed the first chapter and I hope you will continue to tune in as the story progresses!