I was inspired to make this story by a video I found on YouTube. Here's the link if you want to check it out.

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I do not own Danny Phantom or this video.

I only own the plot of this story

Monster

There was a time when she was afraid to go to bed.

It wasn't the dark that scared her since her mother did get a night-light for her at the time, it was what was in the dark that scared her.

She wasn't the only one to have this fear, everybody knew that there was danger out there. You might trip over something you couldn't see in the shadows and hurt yourself. There were also very dangerous people out there that made the monster under your bed or in your closet seem like a more pleasant thing to share the earth with.

Then again, it was the knowledge that there were things that did go bump in the night, things that once lived but now seemed to be trapped in life that really put people on edge.

People call them many things; Lost souls, the undead, living nightmares...

Ghosts.

Everyone (herself included) wondered if they really used to be once living and breathing humans/animals at all. Sure, some of them looked close to us but only by a little bit, and sadly some people talked about seeing their passed loved ones again as one of them. While some of the others looked like actual nightmares that hunted your dreams.

They had a glow to them, their skin was mostly either a green or blue color, some had a lot of colors while others had none but black and white. They still looked dead however, and they were really cold with an echo to their voice that shook your bones and could freeze your blood. Sometimes you could tell when one of them was in the room... watching you….

A lot of them would try to scare or even attack you. For what no one knows, they always seemed angry and sad, some even seemed scared….

These things are what kept people up late at night, the fear that one would come in and hurt them, and the many questions about them that would probably never be answered, unless you died and became one of them yourself.

She could sleep some nights without a care in the world. But then there were nights like this that she couldn't feel the heavy and comforting call of it, these things always kept her up thinking. She felt like there was more to them, more to herself. When one of them was near she could feel them, she felt the cold go up throughout her body and come out with her breath. Only she had this, she was connected to them. How, she had not much of a clue, she had a heartbeat, they didn't. She did not fly or use whatever energy they had. She was human, they weren't anymore, right?

This is what really kept her up. This is what really scared her.

That was also the time when her friend would come to her rescue. He only came some times and didn't stay after she finally fell asleep. He would always come when she was upset about something and talk to her about the small fun and happy things going on in her life. He would ask about her day, tell her stories, and promise to be her protector. She never got to see his face however, the only things she could see of him were his eyes, they were a pair of glowing green orbs that shone from the corner of her dark room.

But that all stopped when she turned 7, he never came back and never said goodbye.

Even though she could remember all this, she couldn't remember the first time she ever did meet him. That didn't change the fact however that she was still glad for his company.

Now that she was a little older she could only use her memory to imagine his eyes watching her from a distance as he talked to her in a powerful but cool and friendly tone.

She was upset for a very long time by this. Over time though, the pain faded away, and she soon just cracked him up to being something of her imagination.

An imaginary friend is what her friends and the other kids at school would call it, some of them had one as well when they were once younger. She didn't mind his absence that much anymore... but sometimes she would start thinking about him and missing him.

She also couldn't get the fact out of her head that he seemed so real... too real. She knew he stopped showing up when she no longer felt the cold rise up in her. Now looking back on it... was he one of them? He was cold like them and had an echo to his whispers, and his eyes were too bright to be normal.

Was she protected by a ghost? And if so… why? What did she have to do with them in the first place?

And the one last question that haunted her for the remainder of the night.

Would she ever find the answers… alive?