Why does everyone have to be so quite as they sleep... It unnerves me... a lot... I sigh softly as I hold my blanket closer to me... I'm really in the past... I don't know why but... At least Cujo is still here with me...But... why is he here... Clockwork... I hope you know what you're doing... ticking jerk...

I feel Cujo shift closer to me, and I release my blanket, grabbing him, and pulling him inside of the blanket, hugging Cujo, trying to sleep, however, something foreboding washes of me, making my skin prickle. I shiver slightly, I close my eyes, and slowly fall asleep.


'Chip's' dream

Broken buildings, rubble of old and new, every where, dead bodies lay, young and old, looks of terror in their unseeing eyes, blood everywhere, hearts, lunges... things that would kill you if taken out, or cut open, almost always a different wound on each person, the smell of burning flesh thick in the air. Bodies of animals thrown places as well, a black haired boy running, and running, a crazed laughter in the air rings in the air, smoke thickly raises in the air.

A single sign still stands, right outside of the now destroyed town... A billboard. Said billboard stands innocently, innocent words painted on it.

Welcome to Amity Park! A nice place to live! The word live is crossed out though, and the crude burnt in words under the x out live can be read as

a place where you will die if you enter - signed Phantom The Ghost Boy

I run as fast as I can, I trip on some rubble, and fall, coughing, that laughter rings out, crazed laughter... a shadow hovers over me, I look up, eyes wide as I look up to see Phantom... the same... Crazed, blood covered Phantom, holding someone, no... Jazz by her neck, crushing it, blood splattering on my body, I scream, scared terrified...

Phantom throws Jazz away, he floats downward towards me, grinning, he cackles a bit as he raises one hand, glowing green, it hits me in the chest, blood, my own blood, everywhere, splattering.


I wake up, sweating, drenched in cold sweat. I look at Cujo, he lays at the end of my bed now, I shiver as I place my feet onto the ground, standing up, and shakily walking out of the room, my hair plastered to my face from the sweat. I head to the bathroom, pale as a ghost... How Ironic... Pale as a ghost...

I look into the mirror, shivering still from the blood freezing dream. "It's getting worse..." I sigh softly, I turn on the water, warm water, I bend down, splashing water in my face, I let out a soft sigh as I stand back up to look in the mirror, only to freeze when I see a man in a black cloak, his hood up, a menacing scythe in his left hand, I freeze up daring not to blink, in fear that if I do... my life would end fully. The man under the hood grins, a dark, evil grin.

"Soon..." His voice echoes, as he fades away into nothing, I shiver more.


I exit the bathroom after I finish up in there, I walk back to my 'room' grabbing my sketchbook, and a bag of pens and pencils, along with colored pencils. Walking down the stairs, I feel like I'm being watch, I shake my head, trying to get rid of the feeling.

I sit down on the couch, and I start to sketch something out, I sigh softly as I sketch out something, it slowly gains shapes... more than one, I stare at the drawing... a muscular man with flaming like hair is kneeled down, grinning softly as he tussles a young child's hair, a boy about 5 or 6, a plushy of a ghost in the boys hand, on the bulky man's chest, rests a ghostly D with a P inside of it, I pull out a sketching pen, and start to go over it, A soft sigh escapes my lips as I stare at the drawing that I had drew...

About six minutes later, I finish the outlines, and I somehow pull out a big bag of paints, and pencils, of many different colors from my pocket, I pull out many reds, oranges, and other colors, along with blues and blacks, and greys. I start to color the picture... I soon finish the pencil part, that's when I grab a small tip paintbrush, and dip it in some paint, that's when I start adding paints to the drawing.

Time slowly flies by, the sun rises, and a few hours later, around five thirty, or maybe six AM, someone walks down the stairs, somewhat wide awake, I don't notice this though, I'm too much lost in thought and lost in adding paint to my drawing, The person blinks when they see me on the couch painting something, that person would be Maddie Fenton.

She looks down at my painting and freezes up a bit when she sees a GHOST grinning softly at a five or six year on boy, that looks very familure to her, but it clicks when I start to add freckles on the boy's face, and paint in some of the hair, I sigh softly as I add the glow to the ghost, since my paint dries fast, I then add the shine marks to the boy, from the ghosts glow, and I soon finish it, Maddie had been watching me do this for around thirty minutes, but, it all clicks when she realizes the boy is none other that HER son, as a kid no less, having his hair ruffled by a bulky ghost.


I close the sketch book, just in time for me to get up and go to the 'room' that was given to be, Maddie had confronted me about the drawing, and I told her I had no clue what she was talking about... I sigh softly as I get dressed for... school. I still wonder Why I'm in Danny's grade... I'm eighteen though...

I shake my head as I think about this, I now walk to the window, Sighing softly as I gaze longingly at the clouds, wanting to fly so much... but... Things might get rocky if I do...Cujo yawns as he looks up at me, His color fixed and everything. I ruffle his fur when I look away from the window to looking at him.

I had called Danny's parents Mom and Dad from a slip of tongue... And... I figured it would frustrate the poor halfa to no ends... and it did. I honestly enjoyed his anger... When I know I shouldn't I guess... My Phantom is affecting me more and more ever day... I wonder what will happen when Danny finds out...

I think about that drawing I did earlier... Of... Dan Phantom ruffling my hair... to be honest... when I was little... I vaguely remember something like this happening... I was sleepy too when It happened... Maybe... Dan got out of the thermos... and... was kinder maybe... I doubt it though... Who knows...


I walk out the of the Fenton house hold, Danny right behind me, I walk a little faster, keeping my distance from Danny. I notice Sam and Tucker running up to meet Danny after about five minutes of walking. About six more minutes later, I start to walk away from the path to school.

"Hey where are you going Dan?" I stop in mid step and glance at Danny who had noticed me wondering away from them, and the path to school.

"Is it really your business? Oh well... I guess I can clue ya' in Kid... I'm not going back to school... It literally BORES me to death. So... I'm just calmly walking away from the path that leads to my personal torcher... Freshman year in high school can be real rough, I know that for a fact. So, I'm ditching today. So.. Peace out like.. dudes" I chuckle at my joke, even though its not funny, and I walk away from them, heading to the park my book bag in hand.


Okay, FINALLY a new chapter sorry for taking so long! I SWEAR life has been a living hell. I plan on ending this fanfic when I finish it, and then redoing it later on, I have left a lot of loose ends because honestly, I have too many things on my mind when I type.

Who is this man with the scythe? Why did he keep saying Soon? Who knows? I sure as hell do! Anyhow, today is the official Star Wars day so...

MAY THE FORTH BE WITH YOU!

Does anyone else get it? Its May forth, and on Star Wars, they normally say 'May the force be with you'

Anyhow... Why did Chip draw that picture of Dark Dan and Him as a kid?Will we ever find out!XDDD

Anyways, Draken14142 out!