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"I still don't know why you want me of all people to walk with you in the woods Fredward." Sam exclaimed throwing her hands out in frustration.

Freddie stopped walking and took her wrists. "Sam. Don't tell anyone, but I'm scared of the woods at night. That's why. I don't want anyone to know."

She took her wrists from his grip when he wasn't really paying attention and slapped him lightly. "You think I won't tell anyone? And why would you tell me when you know I'll joke you about it?" They continued walking when she shoved her hands in her pockets, shivering.

"Sam, you're like, my best friend. I know you might not think of us that way, but I do. Why do you think I put up with you? I hang out with you willingly too." The frazzled young boy said as he heard a noise coming above in the tree. He tried to shake it off, but he saw Sam shiver. "Sam are you cold? You can have my sweater." He asked concerned at pulled off his sweater handing it to Sam.

"Well Freddie. We can be friends at the least. I guess. You probably only put up with me because of Carly, or Carly makes you. She can make you do anything." Sam said shivering again, giving a hurt look. "I don't really mean to be mean, I just hate being soft and weak and girly. Being vulnerable. It sucks. I need to defend for myself." She said.

"Here Sam. I know you're cold. Take the sweater." He said gesturing for her to put it on. She snatched it away from his hands angrily. "Fine. But fon't frange tra sudgeet." She said pulling the sweatshirt over her head.

"What?" The puzzled look on his face was funny.

She laughed then she sighed. "I said don't change the subject Fredward."

"Oh." He said. "Well Puckett, I like you. You're my best friend. I like you more then Carly actually. I don't do anything for Carly…anymore. I get what you mean by the vulnerable thing. I like you, just the way you are, friend." He said, nudging her side with his elbow. His hands in his pockets, they walked further down the path.

"No way Fredward. You hate me. You better mean like as friend or I'll beat the living fudge out of you!" She said, but her face flushed at the thought of someone liking her in that kind of way.

"Sam, I don't hate you. I actually don't mean as a friend. I-" Something popped out in front of them. They were off the path. It was giant, black from what they could see, and it had red on it. Blood.

"AHH!" Sam screamed holding onto Freddie's arm.

"What is that?" Freddie questioned.

"Do I look like I know?" Sam yelled confused. She grabbed his arm tighter and they were taking steps back.

"I told you I didn't like the woods at night Sam!" The black beast took steps toward them and they kept walking backwards. One trip down. Sam tripped over a broken tree branch. A thick, rotted one. She almost fell until Freddie caught her. "Thanks Freddie." She murmured.

"What was that Sam?" Freddie asked challenging.

"Freddie this is no time! What is that? Is it going to kill us?" Their hearts skipped a beat.

"I don't know Sam. I'm sorry I brought you out here. I'm so, so sorry!" Freddie yelled.

"Freddie, if I didn't come with you and this same situation happened, then you'd be gone, and nobody would find you. If you didn't have me, then I couldn't do this." She unattached her arm from Freddie's shoulder and drew back her right leg. She kicked as hard as she could and her foot collided with something solid.

"Whoa! This thing is solid Freddie! Almost like steel and metal combined. Ow, my foot stings." Sam exclaimed in amazement. "Oh yes, one more thing Freddie." She grinned and had a sparkle in her eye. Her grin disappeared and her eyed got narrow. "RUN!" Sam limply ran alongside Freddie and they ran until they once looked behind them and the black thing was gone. Sam walked off toward a near and giant bush. Freddie followed her. "Freddie. I really wonder what that thing was." She sat down and clutched her ankle.

"Well Sammy, whatever it is, we need to leave it alone, and stay away from it. You need to rest your ankle." He said in a soft tone and sat down next to her ankle looking at it. It was pulsing and looked fine, other then the blood on it. "Sam, why is your ankle bleeding?" Freddie asked in horror.

Sam panicked. "It was the black thing! I know it! It was eating something. I don't know what it was, but it was squishy and bloody." She remembered the sound it made and shuddered. "It was pretty awesome though!" She yelled.

"SHH!" Freddie yelled throwing his hand over her mouth. They listened for sounds.

"Sam." Something faint called Sam's name. Sam snapped her head to Freddie's with a scared look on her face. They thought it could have been Carly or Spencer, but it was to low to be either's. She twisted her body around and grabbed Freddie.

"Oh my god." She kept repeating in a whisper. She choked out his name every time. After saying Sam's name about 20 times they heard another voice, a higher pitched, very high pitched noise.

"Freddie." The voice kept saying it over an over. They clutched onto each other once their names were being combined. "Sam. Freddie. Come out." Sam's eyes shot open and they flashed.

""Freddie." A brown haired woman called out. It was his mother. His real mother. Mrs. Benson was just his crazy overprotective aunt. Everyone thought that his mother died. Really, she was just hiding away. She saw a gang kill 3 people and was put in the Program. The police finally found out that the gang had spilt, and they found them separately and killed them. One of them killed themselves.

"Sam." A blonde headed man shouted over and over. Sam's dad. He had walked out on them when Sam was only 3. She hadn't known him very long, or let alone at all. He was traveling the world and Sam never knew if it was the truth or not. She never knew if he was alive or not. She had never known. Now he was here calling her name. They had been missing for over 2 hours now. They didn't call the police due to the 24 hours or more policy."

"Freddie." Sam's eyes snapped open from her future seeing. She was a physic? Maybe it was all a dream.

"Hmm?" Freddie mumbled. They were leaning against a sturdy bush. Sam was next to Freddie, leaning her head on the side of his shoulder when he just leaned his head back. They weren't cuddling, but they were pretty close to it.

"Freddie. What happened to your mom?"

Freddie looked at the blonde strangely. "Sam. My mom is at home. She-"

"No Freddie. That's not your real mom. That's your aunt. She's looking for you. M-my dad is looking for me. Right now. I see it. You're mom is actually pretty. Unlike your psycho aunt. My dad is kinda good looking. He looks like you kinda. In grown up blonde form. If you grow up like that, damn Freddie, you'll be hot." She said all at once, but taking short breaths.

"Sam," He said, taking her hand in his lightly. "my mom is my mom. You said your dad is gone, and is never coming back. You're not a physic. And anyway-Wait. Did you call me hot?" He asked with his eyebrows raising.

"Yeah, kinda sort of. In a way." She said calmly.

He leaned toward her. Their faces right next to each other. He whispered in her ear, "Not to bad yourself Puckett." He leaned back and smiled. She punched him in the arm. His eyes lit up. "Oh yeah Sam. As I was saying earlier before we were interrupted by that black thing. I was going to say that I-" I big branch came down hit Freddie's wrist directly. "GAH!" He screamed in pain. Sam surprisingly didn't laugh.

Sam grabbed his arm bringing his wrist to her eyes. "Freddie? Are you okay now?" She asked after about 5 minutes of him breathing deeply. She looked down at his wrist and saw something sharp and silver in his wrist right beside his vein. "Ouch" She said looking at it.

"Yeah Sam I'm fine. Thanks. Actually the branch didn't really hurt, it's just I got something stuck right there and- oh my god!" He yelled looking at the metal splinter. She put her arm around his waist giving him a hug. There were rare moments when Sam Puckett gave you hugs, or anyone, so he pushed the pain aside for a minute and hugged her back. She pulled away, but took his wrist and looked at the shining silver splinter. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a magnet. A rod to be exact. She put the rod over his splinter and the splinter burst threw his skin and clung to the metal. Freddie watched in amazement as a girl would keep a magnet in her back pocket.

"Freddie Benson. Sam Puckett. Come out. It's safe." Sam looked at Freddie terrified of what knew their names.

"LEAVE US ALONE!" She shrieked, pulling herself into a ball. She rocked slowly back and forth. Freddie put a hand on her shoulder and stopped her rocking. They sat there in silence as the voices rose again. They heard shuffling.

"Sam. Freddie." They heard a stomp right behind them.

"Sam if we are about to die, I want you to know that I love you!" Freddie yelled in agony as something caught onto his ankle, dragging him. He yelled out, "RUN SAM!"

Sam dart up and ran around the trees. She snooped to each one as the capturer dragged Freddie further and further away. She gasped when she saw what was dragging him.

A ghost.