Danny snuck a glance at his watch. He almost let out a small groan. Why did everything seem to be happening at three in the morning? Shaking his head he went intangible and went through the door. Danny looked at the casket and dug out a can of spray paint. He gave it a shake.

Pressing the button, Danny painted over the pink. Black took it's place. Now, thought Danny, time for the final touch. Taking out a can of purple spray paint, Danny did the edges of the coffin. Next, Danny drew a deep breath and pulled open the casket.

Danny dug out the simple, plain, black dress he had found. Carefully, Danny flipped Sam over, he undid the back of her pink dress, averting his eyes, though, Sam wasn't around to kill him anymore. The dress was replaced.

Danny stuffed the pink dress in his bag. Carefully putting Sam's body back to it's original position, sealing away his heart.

Danny left the building and flew to the Manson's. Avoiding Sam's room, he flew straight to Pamela's and Jeremy's. He took out the pink dress and a skeleton. Taking a piece of rope Danny hung the skeleton from the ceiling fan. He put a black wig on the thing and the pink dress. It was a little more than mean, and he knew it, but, he had to.

***

Danny woke up to a scream. "DANIEL FENTON WAKE UP ALREADY!"

"Go away." Danny moaned. He didn't give a care if it was Tucker. He just wanted to sleep, skip school, go back to his dream about Sam . . .

Danny shot up in bed. The day of the funeral. The day she would be buried. The day the Manson's would find the black casket, black clothed body and the skeleton. He started to regret what he did, but it was too late now.

Danny padded to the door and unlocked it. Tucker fell inside. "Tell me you didn't do this," He begged, holding out the PDA.

Danny grabbed it. He was on youtube. Pressing the play button he came to a news broadcast.

"I'm Chuck Wickers, from Amity News. This morning we've gotten a reported haunting from the Manson house." The camera moved from the bald man to Pamela.

"It's our daughter. It has to be. She hated us, but we don't know why! We gave her everything she could have ever wanted." Pamela started to sob.

"Mrs Manson, where's your husband?" Chuck asked.

"At the funeral home, finishing everything."

"May we see what you claim your daughter did?" Chuck asked. Pamela nodded and led them upstairs to her room, where the rubber skeleton hung with the dress and wig.

"My baby didn't like pink a whole lot, but, still, she liked it better than a lot of others, besides, she said that she would wear this dress someday. She has black hair, like the skeleton." Pamela pretended to sob and instantly everyone on the crew was giving her hugs. "It's just so hard to lose her, now that everything was starting to go right. She had gotten into a private school overseas, and was overjoyed to be going." Pamela blew her nose daintly.

"There you have it folks, the first act of a new ghost. Will Sam return? Or was the revenge on her parents, her final act?" Chuck Wickers said staring into the camera.

Short. And awful. So, this has just been sitting here and I decided to put it out. Next chapter is the funeral. And then maybe another chapter or so and it will be finished, maybe. I always planned for it to be short. So, whatever.

I have some Danny Phantom summaries that I'm willing to hand out if anyone needs something to write. Just pm me. Ideas are appreciated, you'll get your credit. Complaints ignored unless it's in the form of constructive criticism. Reviews motivate me. Don't own. I hope some of you will check out my other fics.

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