Well, this is a story that I started a while back. Like half a year ago. My friend told me that I should make a murder story. Challenge Accepted.

Anyways, the first chapter seemed a lot longer on my iPod, but oh well, her it is. (Keep in mind that this Chapter was started have a year ago, then I forgot about it until now. My writing style has changed and the next chapter will be better.)

"Crazy psycho kills girl in Amity Park. Detectives say she was probably-" I turn off the TV. Wow! The weirdos these days. Who just goes around and kills a little kid?

I jump off the couch and walk into the kitchen, grabbing a snack sized box of Froot Loops. I then run upstairs to my room, but as I open the door, I'm interrupted by my cell phone ringing.

I pull it out and stare at the caller ID.

Sam.

I press the SEND button and put the phone up to my ear. "Hey Sam!"

"Danny, have you seen the news?"

"No. I turned it off. Why would I wanna hear about some little girls death?"

"Well, you might want to hear about this one." She hangs up the phone.

Great, she's being mysterious again. I close my phone and dash down the stairs. I know it must be important if she wants me to watch it. I turn on the TV and sit on the couch.

"And this has been the news at five. Stay toon for the news at ten."

I missed it. I missed it! I try calling Sam back. Voicemail. I try again. "Hey! You have reached Sam Manson's voicemail. Leave a call and if I like you, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. If I don't like you, well then I don't even no why your calling. BEEEEP."

I try sending her a text: "Hey I missed it. Wat did u want me 2 c?" No response.

Now I'm worried. It's not like Sam to not respond. I jump off the couch and transform into my alter ego, Danny Phantom, running out the door. I don't even bother to open it! I just turn intangible and run through it. Then, I fly off to Sam's house.

A minute later I land in her back yard. Transforming into my human self, I run to the front of her house. I knock on the door, but no one answers. I knock again and immediately faze through, into her living room.

It's an eerie quiet and darkness. The dark room has shades pulled over the windows. Shadows dance on the walls from light peaking through the cracks.

"SAM?" I yell through the house, not caring if anyone hears.

I venture into the kitchen where i see a note on the table:

Sammy-kins,

Your father and I left for Europe for a few days to visit your grandparents. Don't have any friends over, especially Daniel Fenton.

Love,

Mom

Well, they left for another trip without Sam. Just like always. Oh well. I can't think about that now. I have to find Sam!

I run up the stairs and down the hall to Sam's room.

Nothing, though, could have prepared me for what I was about to see next. There, on the floor, lied Sam, covered in blood, a knife in her hand.

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Wow, that was short.

Um, review? *nervous smile*