I do not own Danny Phantom or The Labyrinth or anything else.
Please before you read on, you must know that I did a lot of changes to the past chapters as well.
So you don't feel lost, please read them before reading this one and i hope you enjoy.
Timmy's face turned red as he kept on crying, now standing in the crib and holding on to the railing for support.
Sam looked down at him, still clutching onto the stuffed dragon in her arms and with an on coming headache.
"What do you want?" she asked, hoping that what ever it was that he wanted would make him stop. "You want a story, huh?"
Timmy got quiet for a moment as she made her way to her parents big and fancy canopy bed.
"Okay." Sam sat down and started, "Once upon a time there was a beautiful, young girl..."
She paused to see if it was working only to find Timmy getting upset again.
But she just went on with it.
"Whose wicked old mother always made her stay home and do things the girl didn't want to do. Such as go to big and boring partys in horrifying pink dresses."
This made things worse as Timmy started to cry again.
"And one night she made her take care of a spoiled child that wanted everything for himself." Sam said with a glare. "And the young girl was practically a slave."
Thunder and lightning went off outside in the dark cold rainy night.
"But what no one knew..." she continued as she got off the bed and walked over to mirror on the wall. "Was that the king of the ghosts had fallen in love with the girl... and he had given her certain powers."
Sam then smiled a wicked smile. "So that very night when the baby had been particularly cruel to her..." She said putting on one of her father's hats to try and fit in with her tale.
"She called on the ghost for help."
But as she kept telling the story somewhere in the darkness of an otherworldly place, a bunch of ghosts we're resting against each other.
Some of them wearing armor and others that wore torn robes, and others that looked more monstrous than the ones that looked a little bit human.
One in particular that was tall and had green skin with white hair that's pointed upward wearing rectangular black sunglasses that covered his red eyes woke up.
"Listen." he said in a raspy voice that echoed.
Back in her parents bedroom, Sam had no idea who was now listening to her as she kept on telling the story. "Say your right words, the ghosts said."
She spook in a deep tone trying to imitate them. "And we'll take the baby to the Ghost City... and you will be free."
Sam then pulled the hat more tightly down on her head. The ghosts now all awake, kept listening to her in hopes of what she would say next.
"But the girl knew that the king of the ghosts would keep the baby in his castle forever and ever and ever..." Sam said as she turned to the still crying toddler. "And turn him in to a ghost just like the others."
She walked slowly to the crib.
"So the girl suffered in silence, until that one night when she was tired from long hours of work and was hurt by the harsh words of her mother. That she could no longer stand it."
She got down on her knees in front of the crib and stared at Timmy to see if he had gotten the hint. However, he didn't and cryed this time more louder then ever.
Sam rolled her eyes in disappointment. "Oh all right, all right!" She yelled picking him up. "Knock it off, come on."
She then tried cradling him to help clam him down, sadly it didn't work as he cried more and more, making Sam's headache excruciating.
'Stop it, stop it!" She plead raising her voice.
No luck, Timmy wouldn't stop and be quiet.
"I'll say the words." She threatened with her temper now reaching it's limit.
But she stoped, having second thoughts about the whole issue. "No," she said "I mustn't. I mustn't say."
The ghosts awaiting for the words gasped.
"I wish--" she started.
"I wish..."
The ghost that had woken up first spoke again. "Listen, she's going to say it.
Another ghost that looked like a Yeti with white fur and horns and one arm made of ice asked. "Say what?"
"Shut up." All the ghosts snapped at him. He quickly put both of his hand over his snout with a muffled sorry.
"Just shut up will ya!?" A ghost that had the look of a shadow with shape teeth screeched.
"Listen." the ghost from before repeated. "She's going to say the words."
And she was!
The storm roared out once again, along with Sam's anger as she held Timmy up high. "I can bear it no longer!"
She then called out. "Ghost King, Ghost King, wherever you may be. Take this child of mine far away from me!"
"No!"
The ghosts cried out in defeat, "That's not it."
"Where'd she learn that trash? It dosen't even start with I wish." One with the look of a dead rockstar with blue skin and hair in a firey ponytail.
Timmy still cryed, and Sam brought him close. "Oh Timmy, stop it!"
"I wish I really did know what to say to make the ghosts take you away."
The rockstar ghost gripped her guitar in annoyance. "I wish the Ghosts would come and and take you away right now. That not hard, is it you dipstick?"
Sam paused to think about it.
"I wish--"
"Did she say it?" The Yeti asked again.
"Shut up!"
Sam stoped in defeat and laid Timmy down in the crib, covering him up with three blankets and walked to the doorway as he rolled over on his hands and knees.
She stood by the light switch and looked back at him one last time. "I wish the ghosts would come and take you away. She whispered turning the light off.
"Right now."
Timmy still cryed as Sam made her way in into the hallway and was about to go in her room for some rest when suddenly... it got quiet.
She turned towards her parents room in confusion and listened.
Still no sound.
She then felt her stomach drop at the new silence, Even though she was begging for it one minute ago, something was not right.
She slowly crept to the doorway and looked into the room. "Timmy?"
No reply.
"Timmy, are you all right?" she questioned with worry as fear started to swell in her chest.
Nothing came from him which only made the feeling worse. Sam rarely got scared, she was a goth, so she was into creepy and dark things, not to mention she was never afraid of the dark as a kid in the first place.
But this... this was... something just wasn't right. Her instincts we're going crazy and screaming danger.
She tryed turning on the light but it wouldn't come on. Did the storm knock out the power?
"Why aren't you crying?" She asked with fear.
The only answer she got was from the lightning flashing in the room as thunder clashed through the sky.
Feeling more scared then she ever had been before, Sam stepped into the room closer and closer to the crib with her eyes locked on to the lump under the blankets.
She was about three feet away from it when something moved under it a making small growling/creepy giggling sound! This made her gasp and jump back in fright (and almost out of her own skin) but she step closer and closer.
When she was in arms reach she quickly pulled the blankets back in a swift motion to find...
Nothing.