Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.
Short Summary: The Manson ghost has killed more than a dozen people, or so says the press. Danny has to figure out the true story behind the Manson ghost, and he has to do it without getting himself killed.
Okay this story has Romance/Action/Adventure/Mystery/Horror. Slight DxS pairing.
Plagued
(Bite)
Chapter 1
Tired blue eyes glanced up at the clock. 1:50
Danny sighed. Only 10 minutes till class ends… He turned his attention back to Mr. Lancer, who was talking about next week's homework. It was finally Friday, and the teenagers were ready to high-tail it to the Nasty Burger and enjoy their 2 days of freedom.
"So, for the next week or so, you will be doing a video project on the world's recent events. You will need to find a story in the newspaper, research it, and then find creative ways to show that you did the research and understand what happened. You will also need to tell me why you chose the topic and why it's sparks interest in the public and if it you think it's something the world should know about" Lancer explained.
Everyone groaned.
"Yes, I know. God forbid you children learn anything." Lancer rolled his eyes "You are dismissed"
Danny was one of the last to leave as his classmates stormed out of the classroom. Danny walked slowly to his locker, trying to wake himself up by blinking repeatedly. However, he was snapped out of his tired state as a voice echoed through the hall.
"Hey Fenturd!" an annoying voice yelled.
Danny cringed at the voice and turned hesitantly. He looked up to see large, muscular jock with blonde hair, Dash. Next to him stood an equally large and muscular jock with black hair, Kwan. And, of course, there was the pretty blond cheerleader, Star, and the gorgeously flawless queen of the school, Paulina, on either side of them.
Danny resisted staring at Paulina, knowing that if Dash saw him making goo goo eyes at his girlfriend he wouldn't live to see tomorrow. He sighed. "What do you want, Dash?" he asked in a bored tone. He really wasn't in the mood for being shoved in his locker. Then again, he never was and probably never would be.
"Heard Lancer assigned a project on the newspaper. I've got your cover story for you" he said with a wicked smile.
Dash shoved a newspaper article in Danny's face. The cover read 'The Manson ghost strikes again' and below it was a picture of three people. An African-American man, a platinum blond woman with very white teeth, and a burly black haired man with a beard. Danny read the paragraph under the pictures. Three people found dead in the abandoned Manson house. Once again, investigators could not trace up any evidence. There are no signs that this was a murder. Jonathan Latner's body (the African-American) was found in the bathtub. Camille White's body (the platinum blond) was found in the closet of one the bedrooms. Bailey Heft's body (the black-haired man) was found in the garage. So far, the investigators cannot find any similarities between the victims.
Danny already knew about the recent attacks. Everybody did. Danny had tried to investigate it, in case it really was a ghost that was killing innocent people, but when he had tried to get to the abandoned Manson house it was surrounded by police and top ghost hunters. Including his own parents.
"The Manson ghost has already killed more than 12 people" Dash said in a low voice. "Who knows, Fenturd, you might be next on its list" he spoke with a gruesome smile on his face.
Danny just gave the jock a bored look. "Dash, I hate to break it to you, but I'm not afraid of any stupid ghosts" he said in a still bored tone.
"Is that so?" Dash asked with an evil grin. Something was wrong here. Danny could feel something was about to happen that he was not going to enjoy. "Well, then I'm sure you wouldn't mind spending one night there, maybe two" Dash said with the evil grin still on his face.
Danny resisted rolling his eyes… "You want me to spend the night in a haunted house?" he asked boredly. "Dash, I live with ghost hunters and see ghosts almost everyday. This is nothing."
Dash's grin grew. "Well, if you're so brave, than you should have no problems, right?"
Danny knew that if he backed down from the dare, he would be teased and laughed at even more than he already was. Paulina would think of him as a loser. Well…actually she already thought of him as a loser. But that's beside the point.
"You're on. But let's make a bet, shall we? If I win, then you have to…leave me and Tucker alone for the rest of the year" Danny said.
"Okay. And If I win, you have to make out with Foley for 3 minutes" Dash said with the grin still on his face.
"Deal" Danny responded with a slight grimace. Make-out with Tucker? He shuddered at the thought. They both shook hands. Dash and his posse left down the hall. Of course, not before punching Danny in the shoulder and calling him loser.
Danny grunted in pain. He glared at Dash while massaging his injured shoulder. Danny's mouth curved upward. He was gonna win this bet! He was half-ghost. He could handle one night in some dumb house. He had defeated ghosts of all shapes and sizes. This one would be no different. Right?
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"Why the hell was I dragged into this?" a male voice whined.
"Because, you're good with technology and I'm supposed to film this to prove that I did it and it's also for a school project. Besides, if I die, then you're dying with me" he finished.
"Gee, what a great best friend you are"
"I know, I know"
Tucker crossed his arms across his chest and just glared at the concrete. Danny rolled his eyes. The Manson house was just around the corner. They both stopped and stared up at it. It wasn't really that old. It had just been abandoned about 4 years ago. The rumor was that it had been abandoned after a young girl had been murdered. The police had found her covered in her own blood in her backyard. The only possible suspect was her butler, Bernard. Her family had been on a trip to the Bahamas. After proving that Bernard was innocent, the police did a house search for any clues to what happened to her. They found nothing. Whoever had committed the crime had cleaned up after themselves and gotten rid of any evidence.
Four years after her death, people started disappearing. Then a police dog found one of the bodies in the basement of the Manson house. It was so bizarre. There was nothing similar about the people who went missing, so it really couldn't have been a serial killer. They were all completely different. One victim had been a runway model. Another had been a janitor. Another victim had been divorced three times and worked at a fast food place. There were no fingerprints, no footprints, no signs at all that they had been murdered. But, they had to have been. 14 people can't just disappear and then end up in the same house. Dead.
The police didn't know what to do about it. Innocent people were being killed and they had no clue whatsoever who was responsible for it. They had searched the house so many times that they probably knew the entire inside of the house by heart. But there was never even one single piece of evidence. So, naturally, people came up with the idea that a ghost was doing it. Although, living in Amity Park, a ghost was responsible for most crimes.
Danny also wanted to stay in the house so that he'd have a chance to look around for himself. If his ghost sense went off, that would warn him if the ghost was near-by. He could go through walls and see if there were any secret passage ways for a human to come through and murder unsuspecting people. He needed to find the criminal responsible. Even if it was the last thing he ever did.
Danny grabbed Tucker by the collar of his shirt and ran into a dark alleyway. Two rings appeared around his waist. One traveled upward, the other went downward. Danny Fenton disappeared and was replaced with Danny Phantom. Danny was no longer wearing his red and white t-shirt and jeans, but a black and white jumpsuit. Danny held Tucker by his arm and flew towards the Manson house. He phased them through the boarded up front door and floated to the ground. He let go of Tucker and transformed back into Danny Fenton.
"Star recording" he instructed Tucker.
Tucker reached into his book bag, took out his PDA, and aimed at himself. He hit the record button and started filming. "Hello! I'm Tucker Foley and that's my best friend, Danny Fenton. This video is being made in case we die a horrible death by the Manson ghost, who is out to seek revenge. All I want to say is… I love you Mom and Dad. Please bury my PDA with me in my gra-" he was cut off by Danny, who had yanked the PDA away and pressed the 'stop recording' button.
"Will you please stop acting like drama queen?!" Danny stated.
"Drama king!" Tucker corrected.
Danny ignored him. "Could you be serious about this? I can't fail this project, okay?"
Tucker sighed and hit the record button once again. He glanced around the house and realized they must be in the living room. He looked around in confusion.
"Hey, dude. How come all the furniture is still here?" Tucker asked.
Danny walked over to the couch and sat on it. "Beats me. There's not even dust on it…" his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
Danny walked toward the stairway with Tucker trailing behind him. He climbed the marble staircase until he reached the second floor. He slowly walked down the hallway, opening doors and glancing inside. He opened another door. Instead of just glancing inside, he walked in and placed his book bag on a red satin bed. Tucker just stared.
"What are you doing?" he asked Danny as if he were talking to a crazy person.
"This is where we're sleeping" Danny explained calmly.
"But what if this is the ghost's bed?" Tucker asked with a nervous edge to his voice.
"Will you just relax? I can handle any ghost we come across." Danny said confidently.
Tucker just swallowed nervously and placed his stuff next to Danny's. He hit the record button on his PDA and scanned the room. Whoever had slept in the room before was definitely a girl. Too many dolls. He noticed that all of the dolls were sewn together and not plastic. Their eyes were made from buttons and there mouths where just sewn on black yarn. It was curved down to make it look like the dolls were frowning.
Weird…Tucker thought. He then realized Danny wasn't in the room anymore and sprinted out into the hallway.
The bedroom door shut closed. Tucker probably wouldn't notice what had changed when he got back. Danny probably wouldn't notice either.
The dolls were smiling.
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A small figure watched as the two strange boys walked down the stairs.
What were people doing here? It thought. Didn't they know by now that they weren't welcome?
Then the figure smiled. Oh well. More toys for me.
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