A/N: I am super happy with all your reviews :D Makes me wanna make this story even scarier. :-)) Oh and I love reading your thought's on 'WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN NEXT?!' It is most entertaining. Please don't stop. X3 I might actually use your idea for the next chapter.
Summary (so far): Danny, Sam, and Tucker just got the biggest leads in the school play - The Phantom of the Opera! But to their surprise, an old 'legend' seems to haunt it. Really bad and horrific things happened in the past when this play was in the making. Could it be true? Or is it just some kind of long tale the kids before made up? And what's this... Danny in an old photograph of Casper High's first few years?
Disclaimer: I do not own DP, nor it's characters. Anything you might find similar to another story also isn't mine.
Now, on with the story! Enjoy~
Chapter 2
Danny's POV
Me? But – that doesn't…
"Danny…?" Sam looked very confused. I couldn't blame her; I didn't know what was going on either. And from the looks of it, neither did Tucker.
"Wow Danny how old are you?" he joked trying to lighten the mood. It didn't work.
"Maybe he's your great, great grandfather? Or something…?" she said trying to make sense of it. Sam looked back and forth from the picture to me. I have to admit that the likeness was... disturbing.
The librarian got our attention before we could reason with it further. She tapped on her wrist watch and the main doors.
"We better get going, it's getting late." Tucker stated.
Sam closed the book and checked it out. "Bring it back in a week." It was the first time the librarian spoke. Her voice seemed as ancient as the book itself. Sam simply nodded.
"I'm gonna read more about this 'play' incident." She said as she put the book in her purple spider bag.
"Let me fly you home." I suggested.
I know its kinda lame but I just feel like holding her right now. All that has happened today… it's a little scary. I mean, what if it weren't all accidents? What if someone was trying to sabotage the play? Okay Danny Fenton, no more horror movies.
Sam smiled at me. The kind that makes me feel all weak in the knees, and for a moment, I forgot about what we just learnt. You see she has this effect on me, like my entire world revolves around her (which it does.) One look at her smile and everything else seems to blur into the background. I know, I got it bad…
"Thanks Danny." She took my hand as we reached the school gates.
"Well I'm off now. See you two love birds tomorrow." Tucker waved.
"We're not love birds!" we said simultaneously. We looked at each other and I hoped the heat on my cheeks wasn't as obvious as I felt it was.
"So, let's go?" I wrapped my arm around her slender waist. She nodded at me and snaked her hands onto my shoulders.
The familiar tingling sensation washed over me as I changed to Danny Phantom. Then I took off towards the Manson's Residence. Sadly the unsettling feeling came back making the pit of my stomach feel heavy.
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you think they were all just accidents?"
The Goth girl stayed quiet for a while making me nervous. What was going on in her head? Sam was already all dark all over, are her thoughts as dark too? If they were, how dark are they?...
"I'm not quite sure." She said after a moment. "If they weren't, then someone out there was a sick bastard who hurt a lot of people… if they were, then…" she trailed off, the look she was making seemed serious.
I decided to postpone the questions until later when she had read the book, so I'd at least have a few answers. After a while I finally got to her balcony. I touched the floor of her bedroom and found myself drenched in dark purples, blues, and grays.
"Thanks again, Danny." She looked at me again and smiled.
I smiled back. "Anytime, Sam. Goodnight."
"'Night."
I went intangible and flew through her window and straight to my own home. Sleep sounds good right now.
The next day came faster that I had hoped. After my morning custom I ran down the stairs to get some breakfast. The play hadn't left my mind. Today we're receiving our scripts. I grabbed a piece of toast and spread some peanut butter on it. Just then my dad walked in with a new invention.
"Danny my boy!" he exclaimed.
"Hey dad." I replied shoving the food in my mouth. He wasted no time in explaining the new contraption he was holding – apparently it was another sort of ray gun but the charge was 10 times more powerful than the old ones. I gulped down the toast and tried not to look nervous, gotta keep an eye out for that one…
Mom showed up next in her usual jumpsuit and goggles. "Oh Danny, you better hurry up if you don't want to be late for school."
I looked at the clock which read 7:47am. Shoot! I chugged down my orange juice and rushed out of the kitchen. But then stopped on my tracks and raced right back. My parents looked at me surprised.
"Mom, Dad, has our family always been in Amity Park?" I asked.
"Uh…" my dad scratched his chin and looked up. "I believe so Danny."
My mom nodded her head as well. "As far as I can remember, I think the Fenton family is rooted here in Amity."
I sighed a little.
"Is everything alright dear?" my mother asked.
Quickly flashing a smile to ease her worry I hugged them both and said my goodbyes before rushing out the door. Once outside I made sure I was out of sight before turning into Danny Phantom and flying to school. Hey, if you have super powers why not use it?
I reached the school just before the bell rang. Phew!
"There you are." I heard a voice behind me. I turned around and found Sam and Tucker.
"Hey guys."
"C'mon dude." Tucker started walking. "We better head to class before they mark us tardy again."
Our first class today was Geography, but since the play was just around the corner, the principal decided we use this time to start making the props. Mrs. Nettle our art teacher would be supervising us. As soon as we reached the classroom we took our seat at the far end. The class was in total chaos. Students were sitting on tables, others were throwing scrunched up paper and the rest were engaging in a spit-ball war. Gross.
"I thought we were the ones running late," Tucker looked around. "Not the teacher."
Sam shuffled her hand in her bag trying to dig something out. She managed to pull the book she checked out from the library yesterday.
"Alright guys…" She started, her tone was serious. It made me gulp at what was in store for us this time.
"I did a little research." Sam continued. "And the reason they called these 'legends' even when it was in the historical department, is 'cause the adults all think it was just bad luck." She opened up a page and scanned through quickly. "Many of these articles concerning the play were just pushed aside like some kind of rumor."
Tucker intervened, "So what you're saying is – it isn't real."
Sam shook her head. "What I'm saying is, all this news about the mishaps are true but anything regarding the culprit... not so much. The kids are the only ones who actually think 'someone' did it. "
"And the adults all think it's just their imagination." I added. Sam looked at me and nodded once. "That's why it's called a legend among us." I finished.
"Typical." Tucker mumbled.
"Yeah, it became stories." Our Goth said. "As much as I'd like to believe something actually did happen to these kids, and it is not just some sick prank or anything, I gotta say I'm on the parents' side. There is no proof something otherworldly did this."
"With all the otherworldly stuff happening to us now-a-days?" Tucker scoffed. "I'm sticking with the legend."
"What about you Danny?" My two friends looked at me for a final answer.
"Honestly guys, I have no clue. I mean," I gestured towards Sam. "You're right that we can't put our trust in mere talk. Kids can make stuff up. But then again," I looked at Tucker. "If it was something else behind all this then it is… also possible."
I was slightly disappointed with our lack of information, but Sam and Tucker's hypothesis can both be correct. Perhaps it did happen, but the parents just didn't believe 'how' it happened.
"There's more." Sam got our attention as she flicked open a new page and showed it to us. It was a picture of a new class a few years after the first play incident. Multiple newspaper cut outs we stuck around it, every head title just as disturbing as the last.
"This class suffered the same fate as the first one that tried to do the play." Her voice was cold. "But the injuries were worse and there was an actual death. The victim was hung by the neck with a noose."
I furrowed my brows together thinking hard about all this. "Its sounding more human than ghost to me."
"But ghost inventions weren't made that many years ago Danny." Tucker looked at me with tense stare. "What if the people just passed it on as – what Sam said before – a 'prank', because they don't know there actually is a ghost. Ghost's can possess people remember? What if it possessed someone to commit the crime?"
Sam lifted a finger to her chin and concentrated. "Alright Tuck, you peeked my interest. If it was a ghost, why would it be doing all these horrible things in the first place?"
"Not to mention," I joined in. "If it is a ghost, what's it's attachment in this earth that keeps it from passing on?"
It was the sound of scraping chairs and desks that stopped our train of thought. The three of us looked up to see our classmates straightening themselves out as our Gym teacher, Ms. Tetzlaff walk in. Wait, we don't have gym first period.
"I'm sorry students." She boomed from the front desk. "But Mrs. Nettle got into an accident."
A/N: Oh how I love making cliffies. :D So what do you guys think? Too fast? Too slow? Need more info? If it's confusing please ask, and I'll try my best to explain it in the next chapter (or inbox you right here).
Idea's for the plot are most welcome! (As I said earlier.) And I'll be awaiting your reviews. Until next Friday my dear readers. TTFN.
