I decided to seperate chapter 10 and 11 so it would make more sense. This chapter is re-edited.


Sam's POV

Ghost Writer: Pour a crate of oranges on him.

I flew the Speeder next to the Ghost Writer's Manor. Picking up the crate of oranges, I walked through the wall of his house. It was crammed with books. Good thing I could phase through them or I would have never been able to make it inside.

I spotted the Ghost Writer sitting on his desk, running a hand through his hair.

"I can't believe I've been working on this for days, but still can't think of anything good enough!"

I placed the crate on top of a shelf over his head.

"Give me a book about Literature." He said out loud.

Suddenly, a book flew out of a shelf and went to his side.

"A book about Revenge."

Another one came to him.
"One more book about the history of Amity Park."

The last one was the one above his head. When the book slipped out, it pushed the crate out of its place.

It toppled and the Ghost Writer was covered in smashed oranges.

"NOOO! GET THESE THINGS OFF ME!"

FLASH!

The flash of the camera temporarily blinded him.

I phased though the wall again and ran to the Speeder.

"Hey, Sam! Now's a good time!" Tucker screamed in the Fenton Phones

"Geez, Tucker! Why is it that you always get caught?" I commented.

"Well, technically, I was caught too." Danny said out nowhere.

"Never mind. I'll get go and get you." I said to Tucker

I headed back to Skulker's Island.

"Just be quiet. Not a word." Tucker said as he entered the Speeder.

I sighed.

"Set the Justin Bieber 'Baby' on an alarm didn't you?"

"I SAID NOT A WORD!"

I spotted Danny chuckling when I looked in the rear view mirror. I stopped talking and continued driving.