So here's the next, and probably longest chapter so far but I just didn't have the heart to cut it off any sooner than where it ends now, so I hope you enjoy it and that it isn't too much of an information overload. Thanks to the two reviews I got from Xbrowneyesx13 and Oak Leaf Ninja and the story alert I got from 1dgrayman. I re-eally hope all of my readers like this chapter since it was sort of difficult to write but maybe you'll be able to tell.

Chapter 7: Swirling Secrets

Sam tapped the pen against her chin as she thought. The rest of the day really had been boring, though probably not as boring as it would've been if she'd had Zack for company. The only problem with having Danny to converse with was that, since the motorbike thing, he started with small talk, which, of course set off some major alarms. Her butler had come to get her around 16:30 so she was now back at her house and deep in thought. Sam quickly debated the pros and cons of starting a diary before pulling a black leather bound book from one of her desk drawers before and opening it up to the first page.

Saturday, 17 April 2111

Hi, my name's Sam(Samantha) Manson, daughter or Pamela and Jeremy Manson and a Goth amongst the cheery and outgoing. I just decided to start a diary even though I have absolutely no idea why. It's stupid I know, and since I'm already fifteen years old, it's actually quite embarrassing to think that I would want to put my thoughts down on paper, but I need it to clear my head and write down things that I might forget or whatever. It feels as if I have a lot on my plate right now even though some of the problems have been developing for well over a year. My mom and dad are trying to control my social life, which sucks considering they're forcing me to stay at Zack Connors' (the super jock at my school's)house every second Saturday until I'm eighteen, which basically means my life is ruined. Anyway, that's where my second problem kicks in.

I was at Zack's house today when I met his two maids, Danny and Tucker. Yeah they are guys, but they needed money or a place to stay because they got on the wrong plane. I'm not sure I believe them but what other logical explanation is there considering I've never seen them at Casper and though I suppose they could be going to the local high school instead of my private one but then why would they lie about living here. But the mystery of where they came from isn't even the weirdest part, apparently their town is full of ghosts. Again, I'm not sure whether to believe them or not but I guess only research will tell. Let's just hope I stumbled onto something interesting considering how boring my life is at the moment. My life might not be average but it's definitely not the type of life I'd ever have imagined for myself, and yes, that's a bad thing.

Scanning once over what she'd written, Sam pushed the book to one side and opened a web search. 'Popular Ghost Towns' Sam typed in after a while's consideration. Her mouth fell open when, seconds later, Amity Park, America popped up as the title to the first link. What the heck? Sam unconsciously held her breath as she opened the Wikipedia link, unsure of what to expect.

Amity Park was originally named after the large park found in the middle of the town. Most of the town's important stores and buildings are also station around this park…

Frowning, Sam scrawled down with the mouse till the subtitle: 'Ghost Attacks, Ghosts and Ghost Hunters' drew her attention.

Ghost Attacks, Ghosts and Ghost Hunters

Ghosts Attacks

Between 2010 and 2012, a large number of ghosts appeared and attacked the small town of Amity Park, endangering a large number of civilians daily. The ghosts' appearance was a side effect of a portal that was built by Jack and Madeline Fenton who wanted a way into the world of ghosts. Unfortunately the portal was only discovered after the Fenton's managed to stop a ghost invasion, shutting the portal down moments before they were drawn into the Ghost world themselves. The portal seemed to be permanently deactivated forcing the ghosts to stay in their world.

Ghosts

The Box Ghost

Though the manner in how he died is unknown, it's speculated that he used to work in a packaging and boxing factory, which explains this ghost's obsession with boxes. The Box Ghost is a running gag ghoul who constantly fights with cardboard and anything square (and the occasional bubble wrap).Though he does not seem to be a threat, he was constantly captured by Phantom, the local ghost hero. He was almost successful in taking over Amity Park by using Pandora's Box, but failed thanks to intervention from the ghost boy. The Box Ghost is easily recognizable with his bright blue skin and dark overalls, he also cries: "Beware, for I am the Box Ghost!" whenever he faces off with a foe.

Skulker

This ghost died while in the Amazons and thus still carries out the will to hunt. Skulker is a robot ghost who was heard referring to himself as the "Ghost Zone's greatest hunter" and is known to be obsessed with hunting Danny Phantom. The reason for his grudge against the hero is unknown but he often refers to Phantom as "welp" or "ghost child". Though his crimes are relatively small scale, he has often caused major property damage, especially at the local high school Casper High. This ghost's mechanical suit with a variety of weapons, which makes him dangerous to approach. Stay clear of this ghost if possible.

Lunch Lady

This ghost died of old age but seemed to have an obsession, like most ghosts, with the job she had before she died. She has a fear of people changing menus at restaurants and schools and attacks those who threaten her traditions. Her first attack was foiled by Danny Phantom though he was thought to be attacking the school instead of saving it.

Wow, this Phantom guy's mentioned quite a lot and not only with these three ghosts, he seemed to have defeated all the ghosts on this list. The scrawler came to an abrupt halt when she spotted the 'ghost boy's' name.

Danny Phantom

It is unknown how this ghost died but he appears to be around age fourteen and was one of the first ghosts to appear in Amity Park. He was frequently spotted at Casper High and it is therefore assumed that he may have gone to school there during his life if not died there. This ghost, though at first suspected to be a terrible villain because of misinterpreted situations, actually seems to have a hero complex which drives him to saving any civilian in immediate danger. He wears a black and white suit and in many occasion it seems to be his signature colors. He has a strangely human appearance unlike most other ghosts. Unfortunately this ghost went missing one year after he's first appearance in public and has not been seen since.

Sam's eyes flitted to the next subtitle: 'Ghost Hunters'

Ghost Hunters

Guys in White

The Guys in White were agents who worked for the government in an effort to contain the ghost problem but unfortunately they turned out to as a laughing stock and were shut down after in 2011 after they mistook a local kid as Phantom. The kid was saved and they were once again defeated by the ghost boy.

The Fentons

Though the Fentons' success in ghost hunting was originally doubted, they earned respect after saving their town from the ghost invasion and stopping ghost involvement in the real world, permanently.

Sam ignored the rest of the information and pursed her lips as she tried to process everything she'd just read. Not only did ghosts seem to actually exist but for two years, Amity Park had been a prime spot for them. Moving the curser over the file option, Sam quickly printed out the information before going back to the search engine. Sam blinked as she opened a website call: .uk. A website with an orange background loaded up along with a short history lesson on FentonWorks that, apparently, had belonged to Jack and Madeline Fenton but that now belong to their great-grandchild.

Sam's jaw almost hit the table as she stared, without blinking, at the photo at the bottom of the page. It showed a man standing next to a pregnant woman, with two children in front of them, but, of course, that's not what bothered her. It was the fact that, no matter how hard she stared, the man continued to look like an aged version of the Danny she'd met just today not to mention the fact that they seemed to have the same name.

But that's not possible, her mind tried to insist as she zoomed in on the photo. But it didn't help, the more she zoomed in and studied the photo like her life depended on it, the more she was certain that Danny had to be related to this man. Both of them have black hair and they have the same eyes, if the jaw set and face hadn't been so different, they could've been the same person.

Okay, now you're just being ridiculous, how can you tell whether it's Danny's eyes or not, their or billions of blue eyes on this planet, her mind argued again and she felt suddenly nervous. How did she know it was Danny's eyes, she'd only known him for that day, yet there was no doubt in her mind that it was his eyes. Pushing the frightening thought from her mind, Sam went to the contact information and quickly jotted down the address before exiting the website and grabbing the piece of paper.

"Sammykins, are you in there?" Sam's mom called suddenly and she heard her mother knocking on the door.

"Ye-es," Sam answered, slightly annoyed as she stretched the words into two syllables. "But I'm going out for a while" she added as she examined the contents of her closet. There was a pause as if her mother was considering her options.

"You better not be trying to run away again young lady," she called after a minute of silence.

"No mom," Sam replied with a tired sigh.

"Dinner'll be ready in two and a half hours and I'm getting Martin to drive you otherwise you're not going out of this house young lady!" Pamela called making her daughter groan though she mumbled in agreement.

Sam couldn't decide whether to laugh or rather walk the other way once she'd studied the building located at the internet address she'd found. It was a large brick building with two stories but its normalcy stopped there considering there seemed to be an old version alien spaceship decorating the roof and casting a shadow over all the nearby houses. Underneath it was a, only slightly less conspicuous, sign sporting the words Fenton Works with an arrow point and the eye-catching building.

"Is everything okay Miss Sam?" Martin wanted to know as he stuck his head through the window and studied the building with a worried gaze before glancing back at her over his shoulder.

"I'll be fine Martin, you can come and pick me up in half an hour from now," she said absentmindedly as she climbed out, shut her door and started heading towards the house-museum. Hesitating only slightly, Sam rang the doorbell and waited and nearly gasped when the same man, even if his hair was a lot greyer, from the photo opened the door.

"I'm sorry but we're closed for today," the man said after getting over his initial surprise.

"Wait, Mr.… Statford!" Sam struggled to remember his surname. "I-I recently started taking an interest in ghosts and I was just wondering if you could help me," Sam explained, trying not to sound too desperate. He frowned for a second but then his eyes softened and he smile.

"If we make it quick," he decided and for a moment, Sam just blinked, unable to believe that he'd allowed it so quickly. A relieved smile appeared on her face. "So, what got you into ghosts…"

"Sam," Sam introduced herself and Mr. Statford nodded in acknowledgement but didn't say anything else. "Well, there was this guy, Danny…" Sam began, watching Mr. Statford's reaction to Danny's name in case he recognized it. For all she knew Danny could be his son or one of his relatives but he didn't show any signs of knowing who Danny was. "…and he said something about there being ghosts in his hometown so it got me wondering and then I found out about this place and that Amity used to be overrun with ghosts," Sam paused, a frown suddenly creasing her brow. "How come they didn't mention any of this in history class, true or not, for the town to have been suspected of hauntings, it's a pretty big deal." Sam decided as she was allowed into the house and took a moment to take everything in.

The front door entered into a small hall with a living room on its right and the entrance to what appeared to be a kitchen, on its left. The living room consisted of grey walls and a pale dark blue carpet. A white couch was placed against the wall opposite the door and the white chair on its left was turned to face it while a triangular coffee table was placed a bit in front of the couch with a spread of old magazines on it. What

Sam could see of the kitchen; appeared to be table tops, floors and walls that was colored either dark green or yellow, a coloring she found rather strange. A staircase was place against the outside of the kitchen wall and Sam could make out one room on the second floor that looked like its main theme was blue.

"Well, I think the local high school does mention it some time during eighth grade, so unless you're new here or something, I'm not sure," Mr. Statford speculated while Sam grimaced as she realized that Casper probably never mentioned it because they thought it was just myth or legend. "Anyhow, considering you're interested in ghosts, I'll show you the basement," Mr. Statford continued, completely oblivious to Sam's sudden irritation with her school.

"Dad, what are you doing?" a guy asked as he popped his head out of the kitchen, surprising Sam. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and looked about eighteen so Sam assumed that he was the guy Mrs. Statford was pregnant with on the photo considering he that the boy in the photo had had black hair and brown eyes and the other kid in the photo had been a girl.

"Oh, Vince, this is Sam, she's interested in ghosts so I thought I'd show her the basement before we lock-up," Mr. Statford explained with a smile and Sam noticed Vince rolling his eyes before giving in with a resigned sigh.

"Fine," he murmured and led the way to a small set of stairs that led down into darkness. "Ugh, great, I forgot I plugged out the light box!" Vince grumbled as he cautiously descended the stairs and disappeared into the black room with Sam and Mr. Statford on his heels. "It's plugged in!" Vince called after a minute of noise and struggling.

"Good, the light should be- Ooff" Mr. Statford's words were cut off by a slight groan of protest and Sam watched as he stumbled. Luckily he caught himself on what appeared to be a table and a suddenly a wiring sound filled the entire room. A look of bewilderment appeared on Sam's face at what was happening. A few seconds later light started filling the basement but it was about as much comfort as a barbwire blanket considering it was radioactive green and coming from the wall instead of the ceiling.

Sam stared in horrified wonder as a pool of green opened up in the wall in front of her. A swirling green mass of unknown elements.

"Oh my…" Sam barely heard Mr. Statford murmur as she continued to stare, her mind almost refusing to accept what she was seeing. Unexpected laughter was suddenly ringing in Sam's ears, deep and menacing, almost shaking the lab with its bass. The pool of green began to glow as the laughing got closer and soon, a robot was floating in front of the three stunned humans.

A metallic face floated in a green, flame-like head while another green face, this one circular, was set into the robot's stomach. The wiring in the robotic suit shone green as well, drawing attention to all the gadgets attached to the suit. A ghost's tail came out from underneath a belt labeled ST. The ghost surveyed the room for a moment, as if recalling his aunt's house, before he headed straight for Mr. Statford.

"Dad!" Vince exclaimed, finally able to shake off his daze. Sam watched, frozen, as Mr. Statford dove aside and the ghost crashed into the table instead. The table, that Sam now realized was actually a control panel, moaned in protest and the doors on the green pool cracked shut. The ghost cackled one last time before turning transparent and launching itself through the ceiling.

Vince ran over to his dad, bumping into things as he went but seeming to do a good job of ignoring the pain.

"Um, I'm sorry you had to see that Sam, but maybe it's best if you go now," Mr. Statford grunted after his son had helped him to his feet and had wondered over too plug in what Sam hoped was the right cable. There was a buzz and the lights came on to reveal a war zone of what Sam assumed to be ghost gadgets. Sam nodded numbly as she studied the technology infested room that sported the same green and metallic look that the ghost had just vanished with.

"I'm sorry if I caused any trouble, thanks for the effort," Sam apologized as she turned around

"Vince, just plug that machine out," Mr. Statford said with a tired sigh. The last thing Sam heard before she was out of earshot was Vince's worried claim that the plug seemed to be impossible to remove.

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