'I am the Box Ghost!'
Sam rolled over and unsuccessfully tried to drown out the nasal voice of the least scary ghost in the Ghost Zone. She couldn't remember the last time she had to fight the overweight piece of ectoplasm.
The Box Ghost continued, apparently not caring that Sam was firmly ignoring him. 'And I have news of a danger that's threatening the Ghost Zone!'
Sam shot out of bed, her black pyjamas creased and wrinkled.
'Danger?' She asked. 'What is it?'
For if something was putting the Ghost Zone at risk, the Earth would go too.
'Not what- who!' The Box Ghost exclaimed, wiggling his fingers above his head in a pathetic fashion. 'Your friend- Danny Phantom!'
With one last 'beware!' The Box Ghost flew towards the wall next to the window. His head made a loud thudding noise as it hit the obstructing object.
If Sam had been the type, she would now be giggling in the floor at this clumsy display. As it was, she smiled a little.
The Box Ghost tried again. 'Beware!' He shouted before flying into the same piece of wall. This time, he made it through.
Sam sat down on the edge of her large bed to think.
A few minutes later, she and Tucker were standing in the doorway of Fenton Works, wondering how the hell they were supposed to get in.
'There must be a key around here somewhere,' she muttered. Tucker was already searching the area. He has never bothered to look down here when he came to visit Danny, and so he was surprised to notice that the area in front of the door was covered in small grey tiles.
They might have been white once, but Tucker doubted that the doorway had been cleaned since Jack and Maddie bought the building.
As Tucker reached up to feel on top of the door for the key, his boot stubbed against a raised tile. Abandoning what he was doing, Tucker bent down to get a closer look.
This tile was about half a centimetre higher than the rest, but it was near the edge of the doorway, where people wouldn't notice it. Tucker carefully pried the dirty grey tile out of the floor. Beneath it rested a small silver key.
'I've found it!' He whispered to Sam, who abandoned her search of the windows to rush to where Tucker was now fitting the key into the door.
'Where was it?' She asked quietly.
Tucker pointed to a space of floor with a missing tile- he didn't want to get back and realize that he didn't know where the key was meant to be hidden. Then the door opened.
It didn't creak, like in scary movies, but the house- covered in junk and ghost hunting equipment- made the Goth feel uneasy. A place looks so different in the dark.
'We have to find Danny,' Sam whispered. 'Come on.'
Both teenagers knew what they would find when they slowly opened the door to Danny's room.
It was empty.
AN:
Gabby and i are friends again. she agreed to watch some funny dp videos. i have a feeling that she didn't watch them, though.
i really do like honest reviews, so please tell me how i can improve.