Okay, so I haven't updated in awhile… Don't hate me! *Pitchfork hits my chair* I said I was sorry, you butts!
There is some good news (kinda)! Last time I checked, this story had over one THOUSAND views! *Cries*
Run! Sam shouted in her mind, to tired from running to say it out loud. Her lungs burned, the back-and-white crooked hallways just a blur. Cold sweat dripped from her face, down to the floor. She didn't have time!
The thing. It was getting closer. Sam rounded a corner, feeling the hot breath of the floating figure behind her. Her ponytail had come undone, leaving a mess of tangled hair in her face; the ribbon was long gone.
Almost there! Sam saw a light ahead, blinding but comforting. She shielded her eyes and with new-found strength, burst into a sprint - all while gasping for air.
Oh no! Sam landed on the hard ground, tripping over her own feet; landing flat on her face. She stiffened as the creature put a hand on her back, turning her around. It was a black ghost-like figure, wisps of its legs disappearing and reappearing, like a roaring fire. Sam had a look of utmost terror on her face; lipstick smudging off, left combat boot missing, ratty hair stuck to her face.
"Be wary of the spirit that comes for you," it groaned, looking straight at her with no face. "He comes for revenge, not love." The figure faded away into the walls, becoming one of the most curious stripes on the wall.
"You must warn everyone you know; their lives are at stake."
Sam shot up from her bed, heart pounding, hot sweat dripping down her cheeks and onto the warm bed sheets. Her comforter was on the floor, most likely from her kicking it in her sleep. The room was filled to the brim with darkness; something Sam had become accustomed to, almost comforting her. She pulled at the golden chain around her neck. Good, still there.
Laying back on the mattress, she thought about what ghost had said.
What did it mean to be wary of the spirit that comes? Who is that spirit? … Is it Danny?
Sam rubbed her head and remembered what happened earlier in the day; it wasn't pretty.
Flashback!
Sam picked at the breakfast in front of her, not paying attention to the outside world. Everything seemed to melt away as she thought of Danny. Danny! He wasn't dead! Well, he was, but he remembered! Why? Was it because of the portal? The way he died?
...Because of her?
"Sammykins," her mother said, pink lipstick glowing in the golden light of the chandeliers. Sam looked up, thinking she had enough of the stupid nicknames. "Eat your breakfast, then I have a surprise for you!"
Sam groaned. Surprises were usually pink dresses with floral patterns; something she dreaded. She pushed the plate back, wondering when she could get in touch with Tucker; at least he may be able to be trusted with the secret of Danny's Spirit. Maybe.
"You know the Fenton Ghost Hunting Agency and their leaders, right?" Pamela (Sam's mom) asked. Sam mentally rolled her eyes. Of course she did; everyone in Amity Park did! "Well, Jack and Maddie Fenton are coming over in a few hours to talk to you! Isn't that wonderful?" No, it is not! She took a moment, waiting for a response like Gee Golly Gosh, mom! That is wonderful!; but none came. Pamela waited a moment, the smile going away. Her daughter sometimes!
"Sammykins, at least say something!" No answer.
Sam walked up to her room, stomping up the stairs in a hurry. She wasn't hungry anyways.
(Linebreaker)
After a few hours of reading, a distinctly loud knock came from the large door. A light "I'll get it!" From her mother and the steps of high heels against white tile. The door opening. "Hi! You must be the Fenton's! Sammykins, come down!" Sam put down her book and slightly pulled the chain around her neck again, making sure it was safe.
"Hello, you must be this 'Sam' we've heard so much about." Maddie said, a warm smile lighting up her face. A fake one. She held her hand out and waited for it to be shook; when none came, Sam crossed her arms and Maddie pulled back. Maddie turned back to Sam's mom. "Can we have a moment alone in Sam's room, Pamela? We need to discuss something with her, Jack and I." More fake smiles. Believable fake smiles. Red glinted off the goggles and into Sam's eyes. They still wore their jumpsuits?
"Why of course! Samantha, why don't you lead them to your room?"
"It's Sam; just Sam," Sam muttered under her breath, walking back up to her room.
Once they were up, Maddie closed the door, Jack speaking up.
"Listen, we've seen the ecto-signature levels in this house; they are more powerful than any ghost we've ever seen, your room especially. Care to explain?" Sam gulped. Danny! That black spirit! She knew why, but if she told them… Danny.
"I-I don't know!" Sam said, stuttering at the quick untruth. Jack raised an eyebrow. He wasn't the smartest, but he could detect a lie miles away.
"We know you used to 'hang' with our son before he…" Jack choked on that part, not finishing it. "Ghosts. They ruined our lives, and we are prepared to help you… not do the same!"
Maddie pulled an ecto-gun from the pocket of her blue jumpsuit, pointing it at Sam. "Tell us where the ecto-scum is!"
"Sammykins? Are you alright?" Pamela called from down the stairs. Maddie snarled softly. If Pamela saw what they were doing, it would ruin their entire business. Sam, on the other hand, had never been so happy to hear her voice.
Maddie opened the door, popping her head through. "Ah, we were just leaving!" Another fake smile.
"Well, I hope you had a wonderful time!" Sam thought she over-used the word "wonderful".
"This isn't over," Jack growled. Sam gave him the death stare in return.
After them leaving, Sam was so relived. She was so glad it was Saturday, so she didn't have to learn. It was noon by the time the Fenton's said their "good byes", and now it was lunch time. Sam ate her steak quietly, not a word from either parent nor child. That is, until, Jeremy (Sam's father) spoke up.
"What did you talk about?"
"Stuff," she picked at her food.
"...What kind of stuff?"
"Safety stuff." Jeremy sighed. He wasn't going to get anything out of her. Finally, Sam went back into her room; she read a book about ghosts, how they work. It was mostly about obsessions, their most basic makeup, ect. But nothing about memories. Sam slammed the heavy book down from her lap to the floor, using the next one. Book after book she searched for something - anything that would explain Danny.
Sam paused. It was nighttime, and light had stopped flowing in through her open window; it was now too late to read. Dinnertime was the same as lunch; being asked pointlessly pointless questions about her encounter with the Fentons. Nothing.
Flashback end!
Sam didn't even remember going to sleep; just waking up. A cold breeze from the still-open window entered, whispering something in her ears; the spirit nears. Sam shuddered. Who was this spirit? Should she tell the Fenton's? What will she do? … Danny?
WHOOOO! I got the next chapter out! Whoooo! Alright, now while you wait for the next one, I have a list of questions you may want to answer; to think about.
One: Who do you think the spirit that is coming is?
Two: Who was the black figure?
Three: What are the pros and cons of telling the Fenton's?
Four: Was the dream in the beginning really a dream? How can you tell?
And finally, Five: Will Danny make it to Sam's, or will the Fenton's get there first? Vote!
-Parker
