Hello, people of this website! This is my first legit attempt at writing porn, (yes. I said porn.) so let's hope things go well, haha. The title of this story was inspired by Nine Inch Nails, and their song Came Back Haunted.

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Danny hadn't been the same since he'd came back to Amity Park.

He'd been missing for three months. Simply disappeared without a word, no note left behind, no trace that could've led anyone to wherever he was. It was as if he'd been wiped off the face of the Earth. And no one in the Ghost Zone knew of his whereabouts either. It was devastating, especially for Maddie, who had just started bonding with Danny over camping trips and nostalgic backwash. Every day she cried, and whenever she spoke it was hard for her to keep it steady. She was usually a tough woman, but without her children she felt as though she were nothing.

Jazz wasn't as messed up as her mother. She'd spent her time trying to locate her brother, going as far as forcing Sam and Tucker to go with her into the Ghost Zone –not that they were complaining, they wanted to help every way they could- but each time she came up empty handed, she'd let out a frustrated grunt and keep on thinking and searching.

Jack was…well Jack. Even after Danny and the other ghosts helped save the world from the asteroid, and the world's views on ghosts changed some, he still had a slight stigma against them. And Danny 's disappearance helped him to have a reason all over again. He knew Danny was half ghost, as did everyone, but it wasn't Danny he didn't trust. It was all the others. He comforted Maddie the best way he could, and helped Jazz occasionally, but he never gave up in believing ghosts had something to do with Danny's disappearance.

Tucker let his frustrations and anger out on his books. Like the nerd he was, he stayed studying and reading, only really coming out if either Jazz or Sam needed him for something. At first he was all over finding Danny but as the weeks turned into months he slowly started giving up hope. Jazz would yell at him and tell him he wasn't being a good friend and that he didn't care, and he'd just let her hit him and scream until Sam pulled her off. He knew he shouldn't have abandoned Jazz when she really needed him but he had to get away from all the grief, else it swallow him up too.

Sam was the only person who kept a straight face the entire time. No one thought much of it because it was the norm for her to not be emotional or anything close to such. On the inside however, it was killing her. Ever since he left on a mission that night, three months ago, she'd had this heavy weight on her chest that wouldn't leave. She'd feel anxiety and nervousness every day, with each hour passing it would get even worse. At times she'd feel as if she were choking, for all these emotions overwhelming her were too much, and she'd never gone through anything like it before, not even when Danny had gone to save the Earth. Sam never shed a tear. It was like her body was denying her the will to cry. She'd close her eyes, blink a lot, scrunch her eyes up to force something, anything to come out of her eyes, but it was inevitable. Sam found it weird that she couldn't show an ounce of emotion, and every night that she went to bed she couldn't help but resent herself for it.

Life had to move on though, and soon the people of Amity Park forgot about their hero. At times she felt as if she was the only person who still cared, and she was angry about it.

"Tucker," Sam had sat on Tucker's bed one day watching him play video games. "Do you even care anymore? Be honest."

Tucker knew not to ignore her unless he wanted a boot to the face so he shut off the game and turned to face her. "Of course I care, Sam. Why'd you ask that?"

"Doesn't seem like you have. Neither has anyone else for that matter. The searches have become less frequent, no one even mentions his name or answer to any questions about him. It's like you guys are pretending he doesn't exist!"

"You out of all people know how painful it is to talk or even think about Danny. Jazz isn't doing too well and neither is her mom. We're just doing everyone a favor by keeping quiet." Tucker said. Sam noted he was looking everywhere else but her face.

"Keeping quiet isn't getting us any closer to him!" Sam exclaimed, jumping off the bed. "You think it's easy? Me holding all my feelings in like a pipe about to burst yet I can't cry or anything, it sucks! And it hurts. But I haven't given up hope just to spare other people's feelings."

"You're a blunt person! You don't care for anyone's feelings!" Tucker shouted. Sam slapped him hard, so hard that his stupid little red hat flew off and landed on the windowsill.

"Don't you dare say that. I care. If I didn't I would've long since given up. I-" Sam closed her eyes tight and took a deep breath. "I love Danny, Tucker. I want him back here, safe and sound. I want to know that he's alive. I want to know that I'll be seeing him again. But you nor Jazz are even helping with that. You think Danny would've given up on you guys if you were in this situation? No. He wouldn't have. I need to know..right now, if you're serious in continuing the searches, serious in not giving up hope, serious in not letting the memory of him die."

Sam held out her hand to Tucker, who stared at it for a few beats before sighing and grasping it. Sam smiled and gave him a tight hug.

"I'm sorry, Sam." Tucker mumbled.

"At least you're doing something now." Sam answered. She pulled back. "Ghost Zone?"

Tucker nodded, a determined look on his face. "Let's go."


It was around eleven when Sam got home. She was so exhausted she felt like was about to collapse, but she somehow managed to make it up the stairs, and without her parents or grandma hearing her. Her eyes were heavy with sleep, and she weakly pushed open the door to her room, closing it softly behind her once she was inside.

Oh the darkness. How she loved it. In the moonlight she could make out the outline of her bed, and walked towards it.

Although her vision was slightly blurry from sleep, she could make out something red glowing by her closet. She thought nothing of it until she realized she had nothing red in her room, and certainly not anything glowing. She turned quickly back to where she saw it but it was no longer there.

She started getting the feeling of being watched. The hairs on her neck rose and the temperature in the room dropped about 50 degrees. The thermostat read 20 degrees Fahrenheit. The house was at normal temperature when Sam came in. Either the house's heating and cooling system malfunctioned, or there was a ghost in her room.

A cold gust of wind came out of nowhere, which unsettled her hair. Sam felt a presence behind her, but she was unable to look. She was petrified, which wasn't the norm for her. This wasn't some ordinary ghost. No, this being felt more ominous.

A hand rested on her hip and she nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Hey Sammy. Missed me?"