Hey guys sorry for leaving you with that cliffeh for so long, I hope to have another update of this up tonight, if not though there should be an update tomorrow. In warning, please don't hate on me because this weekend I will not be able to update very much, maybe one story idk because I have pub crawls (You go to pubs and play music and get money for fundraisers) and band practices. So I am probs going to be really tired. So sorry, but I will do my best. Since my laptop is annoying, I can't edit anything on word, and I can't save my notepad stuff but I will try to save an unfinished chapter to doc manager and see if that works :), so thats why my updates are kinda irregular.

Thanks for reviewing guys, although I don't reply to all of them, I do read every one that you guys send and it makes me really happy so thank you! Thank you so much to PrincessEspie, your comment made me feel super happy :).

That's enough out of me, now onto the story!


Danny's Pov:

I really regret flying all the way from the tree hut to Maine, then to Amity, then to Maine all in one night. *facepalm* I never was too smart, oh well at least I feel slightly better knowing that Jazz can save that town. Honestly, I don't know why I let her help them. Most of them would have killed me if they had have seen me fly in there, though maybe soon they will come to their senses about it and let me be the town hero again and everything can be all sun shine and rainbows. Yeah right.

Again, on the way back to Maine I kept getting this weird feeling of dread, though as to why I was not sure. The sky was completely clear and quiet, and nothing happened, or so I thought. I also kept feeling the hairs on the back of my neck stand up on end like they do when someone was watching me.

Why would anyone be watching me this high up though? And this far away from Amity Park or Wisconsin, which are really the only two main places ghosts are found.

I wish I had of payed more attention to the feeling in my gut, but my bad judgement had the better of me so I ignored it. And now it is all my fault.

When I got to Maine and went to where Tucker and Sam were, the sun was rising, so I must have been flying pretty slowly on the way back. I hoped that they were still asleep other wise Sam would become a dragon like she did when she had Dora's necklace.

I hovered in front of the tree that we were staying at and found it empty. Well not completely empty, Tucker's and Sam's bags were still there.

The bag on my shoulders rustled and a tiny green head popped out. Cujo had fallen asleep on the ride, having the same sleeping patterns as a non-ghost dog.

I glanced over at him and he yipped happily as I petted his head, his tongue hanging so far out of his mouth I'm surprised it didn't reach the ground.

Why did my friend's leave me? I asked myself as I searched through the remains of our things, looking for a sign or something that would tell me where they were.

Growing desperate, I realised that the note I had written the night before was gone. Where it should have been, their was a little piece of ripped paper being held to the tree by the pin.

They hadn't left me, I was sure of it. Why would they read the note but not wait? Why would they leave all their things? I knew they hadn't left on their own free will, something must have made them, though I had no idea what.

I kept looking for a sign of why they were no longer there when Cujo flew out of my bag and started sniffing at one of the smaller branches of the tree.

It was a clump of someone's hair, obviously being torn out by the branch unknown to the person. The person who took Sam and Tucker.

The hair itself was half black, and half greyish-white. I had a feeling I should recognise the strands but I couldn't put my finger on it.

That was, until Cujo started growling like crazy and threatened to turn into his huge form.

"Cujo, cool it!" I ordered as I patted his head. The dog continued to sniff the hair and growl, as if he was like trying to follow it's trail or something.

When Cujo refused to stop growling and baring his teeth at the hair I started to think about who it was. It had to be a ghost.

Vlad.


Sorry to leave it short guys, it was a filler. But hey, maybe there might be another one up later tonight or tomorrow, review this and I will try super hard and make sure it is up tonight ;)