A/N: Wooow! I did not expect to be bombarded with reviews in the short amount of time after updating :D You guys are seriously the best. And you know what? Because of that, I so badly wanted to make another chapter. So here is it!

Review Replies:

msclever9: I like the thought of him going over to her bedroom too. It has a sense of... fluff to it. And yeah, I'm probably mental, just a little though 'cause... aren't we all?

KuriMaster13: I'm glad you brought that up. You see I deliberately made him blush green. I've seen him blush red in ghost form, but I felt like it would make more sense to blush green. Danny got hurt and bled out ectoplasm in one of my memories of the show, so yeah. Green blushies~ At least for this fanfic.

Guest: John... wth did you do to people thinking you were the bad guy. *Mr. Mathews shrugs* Mathews: Maybe I just don't appeal to them.

muney73: Wow, just... wow. You have incredible imagination and I bet your stories are just as mind blowing! But do their ecto signatures actually get ignored? Is it cannon? I never knew. :3

Silver Celestia: Thank you :)

Felixlover: Hmm... interesting thought you got going there.

DaniFenton7thGradePhantom: No doubts!

Great (Guest): I wish you would tell me what parts 'fit' together :3

jim89: For Danny researching some more, you will see it in this chapter. And mirroring you say? Hmm...

Chapter 21

I headed out before sunrise the next day. I didn't want either of our parents questioning us if they accidentally saw me sleeping next to her on the same bed, and I also don't want any restraining orders against me anymore.

The flight home was mostly uneventful. Amity Park was still deep in slumber after all. It wouldn't be another two hours before the sun's up anyways. Another couple more before school starts too. The thought of going back to that horrid play gave me shivers. Though it did make me think if anyone else were having these nightmares.

As soon as I got to my bedroom I removed my sheets and replaced it with fresh new ones. I swiftly removed my clothes and hung it behind my door before falling onto my bed.

Who was that girl in my dream?

She looked really familiar for some odd reason. I felt like I saw her somewhere before.

I closed my eyes to relax my brain for a minute before trying to remember. Brown was the first thing that came to mind.

Brown…

Her eyes were pale green it was almost grey. The tears she was holding only emphasized the glassy-ness of it all, and made it look more like the eyes of a child deprived of happiness.

…Beige…

She had dark circles under her eyes… It looked so unnatural, and so premature.

…White…

Her hair was blonde, but it was as pale as her skin. I felt if given different circumstances her hair would be more bouncy and lively in terms of color.

Black…

It was odd though that I would think that, since I never really met her in person. But it just felt so real.

I shot my eyes open in realization.

The old school photograph!

"And you're sure we'll find something here? Didn't Sam look through that thing enough?" Tucker asked as we walked through the long shelves of books in Casper High's library.

"I had a dream about one of the people who did the play back then." I started in a hushed tone. "I asked Jazz about it, why I dreamt of something I didn't even know about."

"But you did know." Sam intervened. "We read all about the accidents."

"Exactly." I agreed. "Jazz told me that dreams are somehow made by existing memories and facts learnt through out your life."

"So basically, dreams are just files from your head." Tucker deduced.

"Basically." I replied. "And after so much information, your brain starts to create patterns that don't always have a logical meaning, known as dreams. That's what I understood from her long explanation at least."

"Okay." He said. "And now we're gonna find this girl you dreamt of."

I nodded. "Then find out more about her and how she's related to Peter Fenton."

"So that we can get a lead and get closer to catching this Phantom." Sam finished.

Tucker gave a toothy grin. "Dude, I love that we're so in sync at the moment."

Sam and I smiled back at him. "Hey, we are a team after all." I told him.

Finding the book didn't take long at all, compared to before. The smell of old paper once again became acquainted with our noses and the feel of very fine powder made contact with our fingertips as we as we flipped the ancient pages.

Our eyes scanned through the old newspaper articles again, and the old photographs of Amity Park in it earlier years. Finally we reached the first class photo. I located my doppelgänger in a matter of seconds since his face was already burned into my mind. Finding the girl though was not so easy.

You see in your dreams, you don't really have a grasp of what is actually happening. Faces can morph and change into another to fit the particular mood of the 'pattern' it's going in, or the most recent encounter you had. It could also change to something more significant, like a family member or a close friend. It all makes sense in dreamland, but when you wake up you forget the little details, and in time probably the whole thing.

So finding her face was hard. I remember the basics, but now her face has blurred in my mind.

"Maybe if we find pictures of the play, we can find her in costume." Sam suggested. "It might help if she were to look exactly like she did in your dream."

"Great idea." Tucker commented, and skipped the next few pages that were more on the academics the school hosted.

He skipped a few more which were on the physical and sporty side, before stopping at the headline of 'School Events'. He found the section we were looking for and skimmed through the historical articles and photos.

"Here." He pointed at a photo taken in the backstage. "See anyone familiar?"

I scanned the photograph and shook my head disappointedly.

He flipped the page again and pointed me at another photo. This time it was taken in the costume room. There was that Peter Fenton boy holding out a black cape, and a couple more students around trying on masks and other props. But one of them caught my eye.

"I think…" I started, as I stared at the faded old picture. "I think I found her."

She was next to Peter. She wore the exact same dress as Sam did when playing Christine. Though she had a mask on, I had a suspecting feeling that it was her.

"Hm…" Sam stared at it as well and took her cellphone out of her pocket. Aiming it at the masked girl, she clicked and took a picture. "Alright. We got the gist of how she looks like."

"But we can't make out her face." Tucker said puzzled.

"Yeah, but she played as Christine." Sam pointed out. "All we gotta do is look for the cast members and find her name."

"Duh." Tucker shook his head when it dawned on him. "Why didn't I think of that?"

Sam gave a cheeky grin. "'Cause then you won't need me."

We opened our mouth to protest but the intercom speaker beat us to it. The school's jingle played as it buzzed and whirred to life.

"Students who are participating in the Annual Play please report to the auditorium this afternoon at lunch break. I repeat, please report to the auditorium this afternoon at lunch break."

I looked to my friends for any answers but their expressions mirrored my complete cluelessness.

The auditorium was filled with murmurs and confused teens that noon. Tucker, Sam and I sat at the furthest row in the back, just incase something… shocking happens. The last time we were called here by the Principal, things didn't end so well. And from the looks of it, no one seemed comfortable either.

Principal Ishiyama was perched behind a microphone, just as she was before, with a neutral expression on her face. Mr. Lancer stood beside her looking as stern as he always did but this time with a hint of grimness.

Our peers took their seats as well, and as soon as everyone was settled Mr. Lancer nodded to our Principal. The tension was thick in the air.

What was she going to tell us…?

She tapped on the mic to make sure it was working, and opened her mouth to say the words we were all secretly dying to hear. (No pun intended…)

"It has come to my attention that strange occurrences have been happening since the commence of this play." She said, her expression never wavering. "And I have come to a conclusion, for the better of all, to cancel this production."

We all wanted to shout for joy, but we were still in the process of letting the information sink in. As pathetic as it sounds, we almost didn't believe what we were hearing. I guess you can call this a moment where something is too good to be true.

It felt like a weight was lifted off our shoulders. We didn't have to be paranoid anymore, or think about the damn curse of this play. We won't be in danger anymore; we don't have to always keep watch.

No more lines to memorize!

No more numbers to practice on!

I watched as all our expressions in the room turned to one of joy.

No more culprits to find!

We were just about to jump up.

No more accidents.

We were just about to cry out with relief!

And finally no more Phan–

Till we were cut short of our bliss.

Up on stage, streaming down our Principals eyes and staining her clothes, were tears... of blood.

A/N: The more positive reviews and theories I get, the more pumped up I am to write the next chapter. I hope this raises ALL THE MORE QUESTIONS for all of you! :D

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