Hi guys :) This is a Halloween special! I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Sort of based off the Young Justice episode Secrets except I put my own twist on it. I don't own any of the Flash characters; they belong to DC comics and the CW. And I don't own Greta Haynes.

Warning: Takes place in October; many months after the giant vortex nearly swallowed Central City in the season finale. If you have not seen the last episode do not read beyond this point for there will be references to that episode.

It was in the middle of fall; five days before Halloween. Bright orange lights were wrapped around the trees and multi-colored leaves skittered across the sidewalk; forming unique shapes that changed as the leaves danced around on the chilly wind. People with warm scarves wrapped around their neck walked past several shops that had their doors open; different smells pouring out from each one. Everyone seemed in a good mood despite the disaster that had happened several months before. But not everyone was in a good mood.

Jitters was packed. Young couples were seated at tables sipping steaming hot beverages and laughing and joking with each other. A tall young man stood at the counter looking up the menu behind the cash register. His brown eyes darted across the words rapidly reading the selections. No one would ever know who he really was in his current outfit. This is what Barry enjoyed the most; was the ability to go in public without people knowing his secret alter ego. Well...he used to enjoy it; that is until a few months ago.

"Hi Barry what can I get you?" the waitress smiled asked seeing him standing there, "Haven't seen you in a while."

Barry shrugged. He wasn't quite sure what to get. To be honest he had ordered every drink on the menu from Jitters; including the fattening ones.

"Could I get you a pumpkin pie coffee? It's our most popular drink right now and it is here only for this month," she said; her smile growing bigger.

"Sure I guess..." he said thinking that the name did not sound appetizing.

He withdrew his wallet from his jacket pocket to pay for the drink.

"And any pastries?" the waitress asked with a smile, "You seem to love them."

Barry must have held the world record for the most pastries bought. Seriously...he must have bought over two thousand dollars worth of pastries over the months after receiving his powers.

"Five scones then," he sighed remembering he had refuel after rescuing people from a capsizing boat a half an hour before hand.

The waitress nodded and walked off to prepare his order. Barry sighed and leaned against the counter. He really didn't know what he was doing here. It brought back memories of when Iris still got along with him and was not acting distant toward him (as well as him acting distant toward her). And it reminded him of the way things used to be, before the giant wormhole nearly swallowed Central City.

Barry shuttered remembering what had happened after he barely managed to stop it. He had blacked out and came to about an hour later, lying in the middle of the street. He had absolutely no idea how he had gotten there. His friends managed to find him covered in dust with a piece of concert imbedded in the ground next to him; within an inch of hitting him. Ronnie and Martin Stein told him they were unable to catch him as Firestorm; saying they were to far away and that they had to prevent falling debris from hitting any of the panicking bystanders. So he had no clue who had saved him from hitting the road and becoming less of a superhero and more of a grease mark.

"Here you go..." the waitress sang setting the coffee mug down with a small paper bag, "Nice and hot."

Barry gave her a small smile and gave her the money. She in turn gave him change back before he walked outside to enjoy his order outside. Not really wanting to talk to anyone or let anyone see him, Barry sat in the corner table which was facing the street. He watched as several people passed by before taking a cautious sip of the coffee. He was pleased to find that it tasted good and it seemed to erase his bad mood. It had a sharp/spicy background taste of pumpkin and apple.

Turning up his collar to block the wind Barry leaned back against his chair and started to slowly enjoy one of the scones he had ordered. It tasted sweet; with a hint of cinnamon and orange. He glanced around making sure no one was around before rushing to his lab and back within two seconds. In his hands he held a book which he had started reading the day before. Even though he could read at super speed he had trained himself to read slowly in order to enjoy the book longer.

"What's up Barry?" someone piped up.

Barry regretfully took his eyes off the paragraph he was on and looked up at Cisco who was standing in front of him with a grin on his face. He clutched the back of the chair in front of him so tight that his knuckles turned white and then red from the cold.

"Nothing..." Barry muttered turning to the next page in his book, "What do you want Cisco?"

He quickly found where he had left off and started to read again.

"Bro...stop moping. Its almost Halloween and just for once have a grin on your face," Cisco's smile shrank when his friend didn't respond, "Plus where have you been? You don't write...you don't text...heck you haven't raced over to S.T.A.R for over a month. What's wrong?"

Barry silently hoped his friend would understand why he really didn't feel like smiling at the given time or why he hadn't socialized for a while. He took a sip from his coffee without looking up from his book.

"Dude...I know what you are feeling like. We all feel the same way right now," Cisco sighed sitting down in the chair after about an uncomfortable minute had passed," But we have to move on."

"Try moving on when you are getting credit for saving the world..." Barry paused as he turned to another page in book before continuing, "When you weren't the one who did it. We all know Eddie was the real hero."

"Then what would Eddie be telling you right now?" Cisco asked.

"Um...you need me to get you a Psychologist, Allen?" Barry said dryly.

"No...err...well besides that I would think he would like you to honor him by not being gloomily like Oliver anymore..." Cisco looked around fearfully as if fearing that a green arrow would be whistling towards him, "And boy am I glad he was not here to hear me say that."

For the first time in weeks Barry laughed. Cisco always had a way to cheer him up.

"Hey you two...can I join you?" Catlin asked walking up to them.

"What took you so long?" Cisco whined.

"My heel got stuck in the tiny hole on a man-hole cover..." Catlin scowled, "I called for you but you didn't respond. Some guy had to help me get it unstuck."

"Oops...sorry..." Cisco muttered.

Barry chuckled and closed the book down. He flattened the well worn cover before setting the book down on the table. Noticing that they were looking at the pastries curiously he decided to share them.

"Scones...I really am not that hungry right now..." he said pushing the plate of pastries towards his friends.

Cisco's hand darted out and grabbed the nearest scone before shoving at least half of it in his mouth.

"Um...I'll pass...I'm trying to watch my calories..." Catlin said.

She pushed the plate pack to Barry with her index finger. He shrugged and took the plate back; planning to save it for later.

"M till nat beef you–, " Cisco said spraying crumbs everywhere as he tried speaking with his mouth full.

His face resembled a chipmunk. Catlin looked at him with something close to disgust and amazement.

"What?" Barry asked trying to keep himself from cracking up.

"And how can you stuff that much food in your mouth?" Catlin added helpfully as she started brushing the crumbs off the table.

Cisco motioned that he needed something to drink so Barry quickly raced into Jitters and got him a cup of water. It was free so he wasn't stealing anything. Cisco swallowed some of the water. Catlin wrinkled her nose up in disgust as the mound of food made its way visibly down Cisco's throat.

"What were you saying? I couldn't understand you," Barry grinned as Cisco took several deep gulps of air; trying to catch his breath.

"I said...I still can't believe you survived that fall when stopping that wormhole, " his friend said with a cocky grin, "I still think someone or something caught you and left before we found you."

"Really? You are mentioning this again!?" Catlin sighed with exasperation.

"What?! I find it really cool!" Cisco smirked.

Barry shook his head. He still didn't remember much of what happened after the wormhole had closed. All he remembered was falling; the buildings rushing up on both sides of him. Then he heard some weird noise before something slammed into him; making him black out.

"Its doesn't really matter...the point is...I didn't die..." he chuckled with some dark humor while taking one of the scones off the plate.

He ate it quickly deciding he was hungry after all as well as watching to see what his friends would say to his comment.

"If I recall Oliver said that if you ever did something that stupid again you were going to wished you had died..." Cisco snickered, "Oh boy...I was sure glad I wasn't on the receiving end of that angry phone call."

Barry sighed and took the remaining scones off the plate. He wrapped them in a napkin and stuck it in his pocket before getting to his feet.

"I'm going to walk home...job has been slow lately so I decided to watch movies on Netflix..." he said sticking his hands in the pockets of his jacket, "I must have watched at least a hundred movies in one week."

He started walking off down the sidewalk away from Jitters knowing his friends would join him at some point.

"Caught up on the show The Walking Dead?" Cisco grinned bounding up to him.

Barry made a face, "That show sucks. Scale one to ten for zombie fiction I'd give it a two."

He really couldn't stand the show. Even the movie Ghost Busters was better than it (and that was saying a lot considering Cisco watched it twice almost every week).

"Finally someone agrees with me..." Catlin smirked coming up on his left side.

She and Barry laughed at Cisco's expression. As they continued down the street they heard voices pouring out of an alley way.

"Come on you chicken...just go in there and touch the back wall..." said a loud obnoxious boy's voice.

"But you know this alley is supposedly haunted Tony!" whined another, "Plus its trespassing."

"Err...no its not...," said another voice," But just to be safe...you go first."

"But I don't want to Steven..." whimpered the second.

"You're a chicken Tim...C-H-I-C-K-E-N!" snickered Tony's voice as well as making chicken noises.

Barry silently motioned for his friends to follow him. He stood at the entrance of the alley way and saw three boys standing there looking into it depths as if expecting something ugly to come charging at them. One was extremely tall and had red hair and the other two were short (one was shorter than the other though) and had black hair.

"Oh...I know about this..." Cisco whispered.

"About what?" Barry whispered back.

It seemed that Cisco knew a lot about the stupid dares that were currently going on in the city. Recently there had been a dare to have the Flash (aka. Barry) to 'rescue' one of the teenagers when they really didn't need help. That had ended badly after one teenager had injured himself by running into a lamp post when trying to get away from Barry (who was pretty peeved about being tricked again). But since then the dare had stopped (mostly because Barry had dropped an anonymous letter to the CCPD asking them to put a stop to it).

"Duh...the ghost dare," Cisco rolled his eyes, "Supposedly a girl was murdered here twelve years ago. They never found her body. So her ghost haunts the alley way looking for it and attacking anyone who wanders in. You are considered brave if you touch the back wall."

Barry gave him a shrewd look. That story was a bit far fetched and the dare itself was ridiculous. He knew magic existed (and he spoke from experience) but ghosts? That was a bit overkill. Even Oliver would agree with him.

"Teenagers are having their brains altered by those stupid horror movies..." Catlin muttered, "And apparently you have as well."

Barry watched as the smallest of the three boys (who must have been Tim) inch his way slowly down the alley way. His legs were shaking and he was whimpering. His friends were whispering and watching him nervously. Barry heard Cisco moving around behind him, suddenly. He turned to his friend and saw that he had pulled out his phone.

"What are you doing?" he whispered.

He hoped his friend wasn't planning to do something stupid or mean—such as banging on the trash cans or something—and video tape himself doing it.

"You are going to scare them and I am going to take a picture of it..." Cisco smirked, "I really need a new background on my computer."

He held his phone up in the boys' direction. The threesome still had not noticed them yet.

"And why would I want to scare them?" Barry asked dryly.

He really didn't want to scare the boys. Even though they were probably up to no good he really didn't want to have them get hurt in their haste to get out of the alleyway. Plus (even though he was mad when it happened) he felt bad about what happened to the last kid he scared.

"They are in an alley way and they could be up to no good..." Catlin offered stating Barry's thoughts, "Plus I recognize Steven. He egged my car about a month ago."

Cisco stared at her bug-eyed. He remembered how mad Catlin got when Dr. Wells/Eobard Thawne fell on her car and smashed it after the showdown between Barry, Oliver, And Ronnie/Martin Stein. If there was one thing you never wanted to do that was get Catlin angry. People tended to get hurt when she was angry. He and Barry knew from first hand accounts.

"So what do you expect me to do?" Barry scowled, "Run in there at super speed and knock all the trashcans over?"

Cisco opened his mouth to respond when a trashcan fell over in the alley way. Seconds after that the three teenagers came tearing out of the alley screaming bloody murder.

Tony who had turned as white as a sheet hollered —"G-g-g-ghost!" —as he ran past the three adults.

"SAVE YOURSELVES! AHHHHH!" Time screamed racing past them, "Where's the Flash where you need him?!"

Barry looked after them with an eyebrow raised. Did the kid just seriously ask for the Flash just because of a trashcan being knocked over?

"Big deal..." he thought but that was before someone shoved him hard from behind into the alley way. He stumbled and collided with an old fashion aluminum trash can. It spilled open sending smelly garbage everywhere. Barry threw his body weight so it hit the nearby brick wall, instead of the ground covered with trash.

"What the hell was that for?" he asked turning Cisco.

For good measure he gave his friend a dirty look (which he learned from Oliver) before steading himself on his two feet. He rubbed his shoulder which was stinging badly from the impact but grateful the pain would be gone in the next few seconds.

"If the ghost is here I want to take a picture of it," Cisco grinned holding up his phone, "Let's check by the trashcans in the back."

"You are crazy..." Catlin muttered, "Ghosts don't exist."

Feeling nervous now, Barry gulped and looked into the alley. It was completely deserted but there was an eerie feeling about it. Like they should not have been there. Suddenly the story did not seem as far fetched as it sounded.

He nervously took a step forward with Cisco at his side. Cisco was grinning like a kid in a candy store (or also if he were to see the 'Arrow' cave again) but Catlin who was standing several feet behind them was shaking visibly. She had gone pale. Perhaps she felt the same vibe Barry was feeling. They approached the overturn trash can (not the one that Barry had knocked over but the one that had scared the three boys). Something was rusting around in it. Catlin elbowed Barry in the side and used her eyes to indicate the message move it.

Barry made a face at her and walked ten feet ahead of his friends. He nudged the trashcan with his foot making a screeching noise as the metal scrapped against the asphalt. He leapt back in surprise when a scrawny black and white alley cat leapt out of the trash and tore down the alley yowling. Catlin let out a squeal of surprise and Cisco nearly dropped his phone. Despite his heart nearly beating out of his chest Barry let out a sigh of relief,

"Just a stupid cat."

Now he was getting jumpy. Ghosts didn't exist. He pinched his arm and thought, "Ghosts don't exist Allen. Get ahold of yourself."

It had to be a side effect of distancing himself away from his friends.

Cisco frowned and put his phone in his pocket, "A ghost cat perhaps?"

The bedraggled alley cat glared at him disdainfully from its perch on a nearby trashcan before leaping to the ground and skittering to the entrance. Catlin started laughing and Cisco joined in. Barry smiled and turned back to walk back to them when he felt a slight breeze hit him in the back. He ignored it.

"Just a draft..." he thought.

But that was until wind came again. Only it felt as if it were an icy finger. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He shivered and looked around.

The breeze started again this time it whistled through the alley. And then he heard the voice. It was that of a young girl.

"Secret..."

Barry jerked his head around trying to pinpoint the location of the voice. He had a feeling it was a kid hiding in the alley trying to scare him. Perhaps she was the one who knocked the trashcan over to scare the boys. Catlin and Cisco's voice were drowned out so all he could hear was the blood in his ears.

"Who's there?" he asked nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

"Who are you talking to?" Catlin asked.

"You guys didn't hear it?" Barry asked confused.

Now his radar was on high alert. Why didn't they hear the voice but he did? They were only standing five feet away from him. Unless he was just hearing things.

"Hear what?" Cisco asked with a short laugh.

"Secret..." the girl's voice came again.

The voice was mournful as it ricocheted off the graffiti covered walls. Barry felt goose bumps pop up on his arms as well as a strange sense. And he only recalled having it once. It had happened when he went against Tony Woodward; his childhood bully. It was the sense of fear.

So nope...he was defiantly not loosing it.

"That..." he said.

Catlin gave him a weird look but Barry ignored her.

Sensing that someone was watching he glanced down the alley and saw a young girl standing at the end of it who looked no older than fourteen. She had pale green eyes and a silver colored headband that held back her long blond hair that was nearly white in color. She had a white sweatshirt that looked sort of like a shawl on top of a black T-shirt and light blue stocking with white boots that came up to her knees. She also had a small silver colored charm around her neck. She stood there just watching them; a small frown on her face. She looked sad and lonely. But she also seemed hesitant to come any closer.

"Hey...what are you doing here?" he asked taking a step towards her.

The girl took a step back away from him and started running into another part of an alley. He groaned knowing he was going to have to go after her. Her parents could be worried. The alley way they were in was notorious for helping people get lost in it labyrinth of turns, corners and dead ends. Anyone could get stuck with no way out.

"Who are you talking..." Catlin started to say before Barry started running after the girl.

He chose not to use his full speed so his friends could follow him (as well as trying to keep his alter ego a secret). He lost sight of the girl when she turned a corner. He came to a stop and bit his bottom lip nervously. There were two separate paths leading in two different directions.

"Where did you go?" he asked himself.

Another prickle on the back of his neck made him turn to the right. The girl was standing there looking at him. Her face was emotionless. When he took a step toward her again, she took off running again. Barry followed the girl through a network of mazes the alley created; going deeper and deeper into the alley. The floor itself even changed as they ran toward an older section of the alley. It went from concrete to cobblestone. Behind him he heard Catlin and Cisco following. Catlin kept asking him what was wrong and Cisco was complaining about stubbing his foot on an uneven cobblestone but he didn't answer to either of them.

"Hey stop! Wait!" he called after the girl.

She stopped only a second to look at him. Her eyes radiated urgency and sadness; a strange combination. She also started to slow down allowing Barry to come within three feet of her. He saw the girl turn around another corner; her long blond hair flowing behind her. Turning the corner he was instantly hit with a bitter smell. He skidded to a stop; recognizing the smell as a dead body from all his years as a forensic scientist. He glanced around and discovered that the girl he was following had vanished. The alley way had ended in a dead end with no fire escapes exiting it. How could she have escaped?

But he spotted bump near the back of the alley after his eyes had adjusted to the semi-darkness. He cautiously walked up to it and found another girl; no older than thirteen...dead. Her neck was at an unnatural angle and she had a long red gash on her hand. Her brown eyes were wide open with fear. Feeling bile come to his throat Barry respectfully pushed her eyelids down out of respect.

Going into Forensic scientist mode he discovered she had not been dead long; a few hours at most. The strangest thing was she looked nothing like the kid he had been following. She had red hair instead of blond and green T-shirt instead of black. Plus she was shorter than the girl and younger.

Behind him he heard his friends run up; out of breath.

"Barry please explain what the hell is going..." Catlin cut herself off and caught sight of him crouched down by the body, "Oh God..."

"Someone call 911..." Barry said in a hollow voice.

Catlin nodded and pulled her phone out to dial the operator. Cisco on the other hand was staring at something above the girl's body.

"Um Barry?" he said in a scared voice.

Barry glanced at his friend. Cisco had gone absolutely white in the face.

"What is it Cisco?" he asked.

"Look..." his friend said pointing a shaky hand to the back of the alley.

Barry looked in that direction caught sight a message written on the wall above the body; written in black paint.

Five more days to all Hallows Eve

And six more souls I shall take

And soon my master's cell shall break

All mortals must beware

For that day will soon come here

"Clearly the man who murdered this young girl was a psychopath..." Joe muttered.

It had taken the police quite a while to reach them. Barry never realized how far back he had followed the girl until Joe had told them.

"So Allen? Diagnosis?" Captain Singh asked.

"Um..." Barry pulled on latex gloves in order to further prevent contaminating the crime scene.

He shot Joe a silent 'thank you' for bringing his briefcase along. Because of that he was less likely to get yelled at or fired. Barry slowly and methodically examined the crime scene again. There really was not much to go by.

"She was murdered right here," he sighed, "No signs of tracks exiting away from the body. Her neck was snapped after she was stabbed in the hand; there seems to be a lot of blood missing. Judging by the marks the knife left I would say it was five inches long and two inches thick in diameter."

"Still doesn't explain why she is here..." Singh grunted, "Did she follow someone here willingly or..."

"No..." Barry lifted one of the girl's pale arms up, "See these marks?"

He pointed to several thin red burns in the girl's skin. His boss and Joe leaned into look.

"These are rope burns..." he said setting the girl's arm back down, "She probably was dragged here after being knocked out and tied up. No doubt she tried to escape."

He used a special kind of tape to extract oils from the girl's neck hoping he could at least extract some fingerprints. Barry got to his feet and watched as a police officer pulled a yellow tarp over the girl's body. Joe approached him and asked,

"Catlin told me you were following a girl. She led you to this body."

"Yeah...about that..." Barry nervously rubbed the back of his neck, "I um...sort of lost her."

Joe raised an eyebrow, "Catlin told me there was no one in front of you."

"I saw a girl alright? I'm not kidding..." Barry sighed.

He glanced at the entrance of the alley and saw the same kid standing there looking. She didn't say anything but was watching them. Police officers passed in front of her without giving any indication she was there.

"She's right there..." Barry pointed at her.

Joe looked and he frowned, "Are you feeling alright Barry? I don't see anyone standing there."

"But she was..." Barry cut himself off and looked.

The girl had vanished from sight. Was he just seeing things? Or was she a Speedster?

"You must be tired..." Joe decided, "Come on...let's get back to the house after you check the samples and I'll order you pizza. Tomorrow you should also work on the samples in case you cannot find anything today. I'll tell Singh."

Barry sighed and rubbed his nose, "Alright..."

As they left the crime scene he couldn't help but think that the girl who had lead him to the body knew who was responsible. Unfortunately in order to get the information; he was going to have to find her. But that didn't mean she could find him.

Yeah so...different from the episode. I thought it would be good; considering Halloween is coming up soon. Please R&R!