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The world was black... Very black. I groggily opened my eyes. Clockwork said it wasn't supposed to hur-
Wait. Where was Clockwork? And Danny?
"Danny? Clockwork?" I screamed into the air, but the only thing that returned to me was an echo. I wasn't in Clockwork's tower anymore, that's for sure. I was in the middle of the haunting woods, with only silence to to greet me. Clockwork and Danny were no where to be found. Was I a ghost now? Did something go terribly wrong?
Samantha, I've been expecting you.
That voice... It sent shivers down my spine. It had a murderous tinge to it, but it was sweet enough to tempt me to listen.
"Who...who are you?" I yelled into the open air. I recognized that voice, but my head throbbed, and it hurt to much to think too hard.
Only a figment of your imagination, dear Samantha, if that's what you want to believe. After all, you are inside your mind right now. But then again...
I heard the whooshing sound of wind surround me, and I felt someone breathing on my ear as they whispered these words:
"I could be real."
With a wicked laugh the voice suddenly faded away to nothing, leaving me terribly confused.
"I'm... Inside my mind...?" I questioned out loud softly. I blinked and looked around- the whole place was dark and dreary as far as I can see. I took a couple steps only to immerse myself in a puddle. I growled at it, but then I realized it could be my answer whether I was a ghost or not.
Glowing yellow eyes stared back at me. Startled, I let out a gasp. I now had angelic white hair, a green long sleeve v neck, white jeans, and grey combat boots.
I was officially a ghost. But I was a ghost with a pulse? Worriedly, I placed two of my fingers on my wrist, hoping for a pulse.
Bum bum. Bum bum. Bum bum.
I let out a sigh of relief. Obviously I was still a ghost, but I was alive. But I frowned. I needed to find Clockwork and Danny, or at least get out of my own wretched mind.
My name is Sam Manson.
My phantom was a fragment of a memory.
He was supposed to stay a fragment of a memory.
And now, if I can't escape the confines of my mind...
He might forever be a memory.
The End- or is it...?
Liney: W-what? No! Y-you can't just leave us hanging like that!
Me: *smirks* Hehehe. Anyways, thanks so much for everyone who read, faved, followed, and commented on this story! Your support has blown me away, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Do not fear, there shall be a sequel! I'll post an author's note when I get the first chapter of the sequel done on this story so you can read and enjoy that as well. Thank you. So much. And I hope you enjoyed reading the Phantom's Keeper.
~Oak