Happy Halloween! Please excuse the insane laughter that will ensue during this story *Bellatrix LeStrange laughter ensues*. Please excuse my new PA. Her name is Bellatrix LeHatter. That's what happens if you combine the Mad Hatter and Ms. LeStrange. She's more... mad than Hatter (betcha didn't think THAT was possible) but less homicidal that LeStrange. Anyway, this is my All Hallows Eve story!

Christmas Eve was a time for peace and joy throughout the Ghost Zone. Tonight however, was not Christmas Eve. Tonight was a night for joy of the malicious kind. For it was All Hallows Eve tonight. And there was a rule about tonight. ALL Hallows (excepting Pariah Dark, for obvious reasons) were allowed to roam free, provided that they followed the usual protocol if they ended up in the Real World. Trick-or-Treat was taken quite literally. The streets of Amity Park however were open for haunting. As the midnight hour began to chime, in a darkened room a raven-haired 14 year old girl slumbered restlessly. As she tossed and turned a change came over her. Her black silk pyjamas morphed into a short, dark green ensemble. Black three-pointed scars emerged beneath her eyes and her hair flew around her face. A paranormal glow wrapped around her. On the twelfth peal, her eyes flew open. There was no hint of either iris or pupil in those eyes, only a ghostly green glow. She removed herself from the dark covers and floated over to the large window, throwing it open and chuckling to herself. "Sam Undergrowth's back, flesh-walkers. You had better be ready."

In a castle of clocks, deep in the Ghost Zone, there was an almighty crash. The Master of Time, Clockwork, watched as the dented Thermos fell to the floor. The lid fell off releasing the prisoner inside. The flame-haired spook glared at the now-elderly ghost, who promptly transformed into a toddler. "It's Halloween, Dan," Clockwork said in his echoing, all-knowing voice. "I couldn't stop you if I wanted to. The Fright Knight has not yet been defeated, meaning that all who wish it are permitted to wander unhindered. Tomorrow... I make no promises." Dan nodded, and then flew out of the Time ghost's lair. He would live for tonight. Once the lair was out of sight, he held out his hand and created a portal to Amity Park. He flew through it and almost crashed into another Halloween-happy ghoul.

"Watch where you're going!" screamed Sam to the guy who had just crashed into her. Then she did a double take. The portal this guy had come through hadn't closed. Either he was very lucky or had made the portal himself. Searching her host's memory of Danny's files on ghosts, she figured that, since he definitely wasn't Wulf, this guy was insanely powerful. But then... a short memory grabbed her attention. From what Sam remembered, this was Dan Phantom, Danny's evil, future alter ego, supposedly trapped in a Fenton Thermos in Clockwork's lair. Then she realised that they'd been floating there for a minute or two in silence. "You'd be Dan, if my... friend's memory is correct," she remarked.

"You seem to have me at a disadvantage. You know my name... but I don't know yours."

"I'm Sam Undergrowth. You'd know me if you hadn't killed my host before I could show up."

"Your host?" he asked.

"You know Sam Manson, right?" Understanding dawned in his eyes, followed by a bit of mischief.

"Indeed I did. And I never really forgot her." Sam barely had time to register what was happening, when a strong arm wrapped round her waist and pulled her away.

"Put. Me. Down. NOW!" she screamed.

"No," he stated. Eva proceeded to cross her arms and glare as she was dragged through the sky. Suddenly warm ectoplasm enveloped her face, covering her eyes. "Close your eyes, Sammy."

"I hate that name. It's Sam or nothing. Even Manson hates that name!"

"I happen to know that there are a few exceptions to that rule."

"That would be her boyfriend."

"Who, technically, is me."

"Yes, but only in a future that won't happen anymore, where he becomes insane after merging with his arch nemesis."

Sam felt him land and then the ecto-blindfold was removed. "Really," she said, almost disbelievingly. "You could make me do anything in the world and you bring me HERE?" The innocent-looking costume shop would have flinched away had it been able to. "You want to go trick-or-treating? What are you, six years old? Are youserious?"

He gave her one look that said, "Yes, I'm serious. And you have to."

"Whatever!" She stormed in, turning intangible as she hit the wall. She grabbed the first thing she found and headed for the changing room. The first thing she found happened to be a dark green princess gown with long sleeves that started in light green "poofs". She stuck the little faux-diamond tiara in her hair on an angle and walked out. She found Dan waiting for her, or what she assumed was Dan. He had changed into 14-year-old-Danny and was wearing...

"An astronaut? Seriously? You're going to drag me around Amity Park, waking up everybody in the neighbourhood who values their houses, kids and/or public images so that we can hopefully not get candy and be allowed to play 'tricks', on the one night I'm allowed out of the back of that stupid girl's mind dressed as an effing ASTRONAUT! ARE YOU INSANE?"

"You're wearing a princess dress," he pointed out.

"Yes. Against my will. Because of the stupid and brainless Edict of Halloween that states that if you get captured, you stay captured until you're released or the sun comes up. And if it's a ghost that you were a) stupid enough to get caught by or b) not powerful enough to fight off, you have to do what they say. And once again, it's until you're released or sunrise. So please, let me go."

"No. We're going out. And who knows... we might get lucky."

"You're not gonna find anyone. Your past life sent out a warning. And I quote 'If anyone, ANYONE knocks at your door, no matter what time of night, and says Trick-or-Treat when you answer, give them candy. There is a possibility that these people will be ghosts and if you do not provide sweets you risk injury to you and your family and destruction of property.' Unquote."

"We may as well try..." he said. He swore that he heard her mutter something along the lines of Not like I have a choice. The two spectres phased out of the room, into a night that would be full of sugar and maybe, just maybe, some serious mischief.

About two seconds later, Dan phased back into the room and grabbed two pillowcases from a Wee Willie Winkie costume. They would be needed.

*insane laughter again* Hi! Bellatrix LeHatter here! I tied up Daniella and locked her in a closet! I wrote about... the last half of that story. Dani started writing this story yesterday, so please don't be harsh. All reviews are welcome, even if they are anonymous. Dani appreciates reviews a lot. Don't know why...

Anyway... bye!

I KILLED AN UGLY HAT! *insane laughter*