A/N: I know I really really need to update my other stories, but I felt like I had to post the second chapter! Thanks to everyone who reviewed, and yes, Sam narrates this chapter! This chapter takes place at about the same time as the last chapter, and it's where Sam learns about the terror of Amity Park!

Also, as another note, from now on in these chapters, I'm going to put a quote from another source that fits the chapter. I DO not own any of these quotes, unless the quote I use is cited as being from that chapter. I also do not own Danny Phantom, so there's the disclaimer for you! Oh, and if you want to draw any fanart for the fic, feel free! Just post it on deviantart and give me the web address! Enjoy!

Through the jungle very softly flits a shadow and a sigh –

He is Fear, O little Hunter, he is Fear!

- Rudyard Kipling, "The Song of the Little Hunter"

Sam's POV

"Samantha honey, we're here."

"DON'T CALL ME SAMANTHA!" I seethed angrily at my mom. "My name is Sam! I've told you that a thousand times!" I groaned. If there's one thing I hate more than my parents overly cheery attitudes, it's being called Samantha.

"Well, point is, we're finally here!" My father said brightly, getting out of the car. As my mom and I followed, he took a deep breath. "Ah, Amity Park! The city of –"

"Don't know, don't care," I muttered. "I liked Arlington Heights better." Arlington Heights was where we used to live, a city in Illinois just like Amity Park. The only problem was, it was on the other side of the state.

I looked up at our new house. It was a large white and beige house with a black roof. It even had a few turrets like our old house, but it was a little smaller.

"Don't worry," my mom smiled. "You'll learn to love Amity Park once you get used to it!" She began unloading boxes from the car with my dad's help. "Besides, you're going to the same school that your old friend Tucker is at. Casper High, remember?"

At this, I couldn't help smiling. Tucker Foley was a good friend of mine I had known since first grade. He was a little obsessed over technology and could be a goofball sometimes, but he was still a good friend. He had moved from Arlington Heights one year ago, so I was glad that I would see him again.

"Now I'll be able to ask Tucker why I haven't heard from him," I said to myself. When Tucker had moved, he promised he would call and tell me how things were at least once a week. After three weeks however, he stopped calling, and I couldn't reach him. A week before we moved, the last week of September, I tried to text him, and I was finally able to get a response. But something was strange about it. Instead of apologizing for not being able to be contacted, a few short sentences appeared:

"There is danger. Don't reply. Tell no one. He is watching."

Confused, I tried to text him again despite what he said, but the line was dead. I tried every possible way to reach him, but to no avail. Now that we were in Amity Park, I'd finally be able to get some answers…but what did he mean, "He is watching?"

"Uh, Mom? Dad?"

"Yes Sam?" my parents asked.

"While you unpack everything…" I began, trying to choose my words carefully, "can I go look around town for a while?"

"Okay," Mom said hesitantly, "but be back in half an hour."

Before she could say anything else, I was off.

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After about 10 minutes of wandering around, I came to a small football field around Casper High. The area was mostly empty, but there were quite a few kids my age sitting together on the field. One of them, I could see, was Tucker.

"Hey, Tucker!" I called out as I arrived at the field.

"Sam?!" Tucker gasped in surprise. But this seemed more like a fear-filled surprise, instead of excited. "W-What are you doing here?!"

"My parents made me -" I started to say, but stopped as I got a better look at my friend. His skin was paler than I remembered it being. He had quite a few scars on his face, and one very deep one on his arm that looked almost like an animal bite. "Tucker! What happened to you?"

"It's not just him Sam," another familiar voice said. "It's all of us."

I spun around, my eyes narrowing at Paulina Sanchez, another person I knew, but disliked. My eyes widened however, as I saw that she had changed dramatically from the last time I saw her, besides her calling me "Sam." Her so-called "flawless" skin was covered in deep scratches, and was strangely pale. A whole part of her right arm was completely mangled.

I looked around and noticed several other kids I knew, Dash and Kwan, along with several others, who looked as bad as Tucker and Paulina did. Some, I saw, even had their legs or arms replaced with metal limbs. I was shocked, and a little nervous too. What could of reduced all of them to such a state? "What happened?"

"Phantom."

"Huh?" I asked. Despite the fact that they had all said the same thing at the same time, I had no idea who or what Phantom was.

"Phantom did this to us," Dash sighed, "to all of us."

"It's not the worst of what he does either!" Paulina remarked almost hysterically. "He-"

"I will tell her," a voice spoke out of the fading light of the sunset. "She has the right to know."

I turned to see an older man of about seventy, who was dressed in a brown coat, with a small brown hat on top of his head.

"Oh, it's Albert Montan!" Tucker exclaimed. "He's one of the head chairmen at Axion. We usually just call him Al. He can tell you more about…him." It was clear that Tucker seemed afraid to say Phantom's name.

"Gather around everyone," Albert whispered. "We don't have much time. The sun has nearly set."

We sat down in a circle, everyone waiting for Albert to begin. I shivered slightly. Was it just the cold?

"It was exactly one year ago, October 3rd, when Phantom first arrived," Albert began. "He didn't seem that threatening when we first saw him: a boy about your age, with a black suit, bone-white hair, and bright glowing green eyes. But we could tell the moment we looked into those eyes of his that he was dangerous."

"No one knows exactly where he came from," Albert continued, "only that he appeared soon after the Amity Fire that burned down half the city. For a very short time, he only seemed to be observing us, watching us."

"If only the demon had stayed that way, too!" I heard Dash mutter.

"But then," Albert went on, "he began to attack us. At first it was just a few sightings, a few threats. Then the torments started, and if that wasn't enough, there were the killings."

I gasped, and shuddered from both cold and fear. Phantom was a murderer?

"Ghost shields were quickly stationed around all the buildings at nighttime, but not even they can stop Phantom's tricks. People are found dead on the streets, some of them seemingly drained of their blood. Death is his lifeblood, they say, as he often writes messages in blood."

"He's a vampire, I tell you!" screeched Paulina.

"Yes, some do say he is a vampire," Albert answered, "but there are many rumors about him. Some say that he is some sort of super-werewolf, as he has the ability to transform into a black wolf at will, his fur dark as night, and his dangerous green eyes gazing at whoever is unlucky enough to see him. Some say his birthday is on Halloween. For that seems to be when he is most active. Still others say that he can creep into the mind of another, blinding them or giving them nightmare visions. These visions can last for moments or for weeks."

"I had that happen to me," I heard Tucker say. "According to my parents it lasted two days."

Albert stopped speaking and looked at the sky. I followed his gaze, and saw there were only a few rays of sunlight left.

"Go now!" he urged us as we all got up quickly. "And you," he said as he turned to me, "must try to leave the city very soon. Before Phantom puts the Seal on you!"

As I said a quick farewell to Tucker, I ran home wondering if Phantom would do any more killings tonight. And wondering if I would ever see Tucker again.

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A/N: There you go! I hope you enjoyed it! Remember to review!