Summary: Phantom was a full-time ghost hunter, even though he himself was a ghost. He was half human though, but rarely changed into his human form. Phantom had run away from home about 3 years ago. He had and has only one friend, Tucker Foley, who he would visit every now and then. When Phantom was a human, he was refurded to as Danny Fenton. He mostly lived in an abandoned mansion. That was until some new comers moved in. They were the Manson's. DxS
Whisper In The Wind
By: Wolfee
Prologue
Sam Manson, a girl of 17, sighed. She always hated moving and bright colors yet she had to be born to the family that loved it. Her parents forced her to move almost every half a year and it was pretty tiring to Sam. She stood up from her new bed and walked to her window and began banging her head against it, hoping this wasn't reality. While banging her head, she felt it get colder, but shrugged it off.
"You know, banging your head against an old window is not good for you...or the window." a voice said blankly.
Sam spun around, eyes searching the room wildly. "Who said that?!" After a minute, she found nothing except the furniture and chairs didn't talk...right? "Oh great, now I banged my head so much, I most likely have head trama or something..."
"Banging your head against the window will not give you head trama." said the figure again, only there was no figure to be seen.
"Who are you!? And haven't you ever heard of 'sacasism'?" Sam shouted back, but it was only heard by the walls. "Stupid voices in my head."
"I'm not in your head...You know, so far it's fun messing with you."
"Augh! Shut up please!" She looked around with angry fires in her eyes. "Show your self! Or are you a coward!?" She got no response and figured they left, who ever it was.
"Sam-"
"Shut up!"
"Samantha! Do not speak to me like that!" Her mother shouted back up the stairs. 'Whoops...' "Now, please come get your last bag and get your room the way you like it. Nothing too drastic."
"Ok, mother!" Sam yelled back, irritated. She quickly jogged back down stairs, grabbed her bag,
then jogged back up. She threw the bag on her bed and laid down beside it. Just as she sat up-
"Boo!"
"Ah!" Sam screamed her lungs out at the boy infront of her. With an 'oof', she was on the floor.
Sorry so short, but it was just a prologue! R&R, constructive critisism welcome, flames welcome as long as they're not too flamey. Thanxies!
Wolfee