Hello, hello, hello! Welcome to the 5th chapter of 'Ghost Town'! Ok, now, you know how the first two chapters have nothing to do with this story? Well, the whole reason I did those was because I created this new unofficial character (Krystle), but I didn't know what story to put her in first. So, she's in this one first. Does anyone want to know more about Krystle, and why she came to visit with Helga? Well, if you do, review this, and tell me if you want to know more about her.









Harold frowned-which hurt him, because of his wounded forehead-and looked back down at Sid. "I can't see it!" Sid rolled his eyes, and shook his head.



"That there ride about killed me." Stinky said as he sat up in the seat in front of Harold and Sid. Then, beside Stinky, Park sat up, and looked up at Stinky.



"I think everyone almost got killed in that ride." Park said, and a bunch more kids start waking up. Soon, almost everybody except two were sitting up and talking with their best friends. One of the two that weren't sitting up yet, sat up, and looked around.



"I almost lost my leg in that!" Iggy said, and looked around. He could see Helga, Phoebe, Krystle, Sid, Stinky, Harold, Gerald, Mr. Simmons, Ms. Simmons, Ms. Jared, Mr. Morgan, Rhonda, Nadine, Lila, Sheena, Eugene, Catrinka, Gloria, and all the others from the class, except one. "Uh... where is Arnold?" he asked, and everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him. Mr. Simmons thought for a minute, then remembered seeing Arnold at the front of the bus.



"Uh, I think I know where he is." Mr. Simmons said, and walked back to the place that Arnold was. He looked down at the place where Arnold was laying, and saw that he was still there. Mr. Simmons bent down next to him, and began to pull the piece off of him. When he got the piece of, he picked Arnold up, and held him in his arms. "I found him." he said sadly, and everyone looked towards him, seeing the very limp Arnold in his arms.



They all walked over, but with Gerald and Helga (of course) in front. "Oh man, Arnold!" he said, and Mr. Simmons rested Arnold on a seat that had no glass or anything on it. Gerald walked over, and studied Arnold's face, then looked down with a sigh. "Guess he didn't make it..." he said, sniffing. No one noticed Helga slipping into the back of the bus to cry like mad.



Lila came up, and touched Arnold's face. She gasped, and looked up at Mr. Simmons. "Oh my, Mr. Simmons, he's ever so cold." she said, and looked back down at him. Mr. Simmons sighed, and nodded his head.



"I believe that's because he's dead, Lila." he said, and Lila looked up at him with a look that if anyone (like Mr. Simmons, who did see it, and it made him cry hard) saw it, it would just make them break down and cry.



Lila looked back down at Arnold, then let out a huge sob, and embraced his cold body. "Oh, poor Arnold!" she sobbed, and pulled away from him. She wasn't the only one crying; basically everyone was crying (but mostly Lila and Helga). Suddenly, out of the blue, Arnold slightly started to glow. Mr. Simmons looked away from the crying students, and saw Arnold's glowing body. His eyes widened, and he rubbed them to make sure he wasn't seeing things.



"What on earth...?" he mumbled, and walked closer to Arnold, who was still lying on the seat Mr. Simmons had put him on. No, Mr. Simmons wasn't seeing things, Arnold really was glowing. He walked over to Arnold, and his body slowly began to go back to normal. When his body finally had lost the glow, his body had the normal color, instead of the deathly pale color it had before, and when Mr. Simmons touched his face, it felt warm. Arnold slightly moved, then coughed, making Mr. Simmons smile. "Uh, kids, I believe that you can stop crying. He's alive!" he exclaimed, and looked back at the kids.



Gerald looked over, gasped, and ran over. "Arnold! Buddy, can you hear me? Say something!" he said, slightly shaking Arnold. Arnold coughed again, and Gerald looked up at Mr. Simmons. "We better get him to a hospital, and soon, too." he said, and Arnold coughed again.



Mr. Simmons nodded his head, and slowly backed up towards the door of the bus. "Yes, we do indeed, but first I'm going to go out and see where we are. You special kids stay in here, and watch Arnold, make sure he's ok." he said, then turned around and walked out of the bus. The kids turned back to Arnold, who was having another coughing fit.



Gerald reached towards Arnold's head, then lifted it up. "Arnold? Can you hear me?" he asked, and Arnold coughed once again. After that was a long pause, and Gerald began to worry. "Answer me, buddy!" he said worriedly. Arnold cough again, but this time it sounded different; like he had some kind of liquid in the back of his throat. "I think he's choking on his own drool." Gerald said. He sat Arnold up higher, and patted him hard on the back. The saliva came out, and Arnold's eyes fluttered open. Gerald smiled, and hugged his best friend. "Arnold, you're ok! At least I think... are you ok?"



Helga, who had back to the front of the bus when she heard that Arnold was actually still alive, walked up beside Gerald, and bent down so she was eye level with Arnold. "Hey football head, you ok?" she asked, and Gerald looked at her strangely. She looked at him, and scowled. "What?! Can't I be worried about Arnoldo?! Sheesh!" she cried, and looked back at Arnold who was breathing deeply.



"Di... did... Anyone else... see them?" Arnold asked, sounding out of breath. Gerald and Helga looked at each other, shrugged, and looked back at Arnold.



"See what, Arnoldo?" Helga asked, crossing her arms, and leaning on the seat. Arnold sighed, and shook his head.



"The weird lights... jsut before the bus... crashed. There was one green one, and one blue one..." he said, and pointed to where his and Gerald's seat's window used to be. "I... saw them out that... window." he said quietly, and after there was a long pause. Harold looked at Sid, who shrugged, then looked at Stinky, who also shrugged, and it went down the line until they got back to Gerald, Arnold, and Helga.



"No one else saw the lights, Arnold. It was probably just your imagination, or something." Phoebe said, coming up and standing next to Gerald. Gerald nodded his head, making his stack of hair sway.



Arnold made an 'oh' shape with his mouth, and nodded his head. "Oh... ok. It was really weird." he said just as Mr. Simmons came rushing inside. Everyone turned their heads to him.



When Mr. Simmons finally caught his breath, he walked over to where Arnold, Gerald, Helga, and Phoebe were. "So Arnold, how are doing?" he asked, and Arnold smiled.



"Just fine, Mr. Simmons. Except my arms and legs feel horrible." he said, and looked at his arms and legs. Mr. Simmons nodded his head, then thought of why he had came back in.



"Oh! I'm glad to tell you all that we're in a town," he stated, making everyone begin cheering. He smiled, but then looked towards the door, which was still open. "But, unfortunately, it's a ghost town, so there is no hospital here." everyone stopped cheering, and looked at Mr. Simmons as if he had grown a second head that was now eating the rest of the bus.



"It's ok, Mr. Simmons... I'm fine... I don't need a hospital. And no one else does; we're all just fine." he said, and Mr. Simons shook his head, making Arnold frown.



"You may FEEL fine, NOW, but we still need to get you to a hospital. You were officially dead when I found you, so you are not 'fine.'" he said, and Arnold looked down. Mr. Simmons walked over to Arnold, then turned to everyone else. "Now, everyone, we're going to be staying in the building that we crashed into tonight, and in the morning we are going to check a map, and find a way out of here, to the nearest hospital. Everyone, get your stuff, and go inside. Oh, and counselors, choose the rooms your kids' rooms when you get inside." he looked down at Arnold, who was looking up at him.



"Uh, Mr. Simmons, I don't think I'll be able to walk inside." he said sadly, and looked down at his limp legs. "I don't I'll be able to even stand on them." he said, and looked back up at Mr. Simmons who was thinking about it.



"I know, I'll carry you inside." he said, and slid one of his arms underneath Arnold, then the other behind his back, then lifted him up, making him cringe from the pain in his back.



"Ow, ow, ow... careful, my back hurts just as bad as my legs! Wait... how is my stuff going to get inside? And how are you going get your stuff inside with me in your arms?" Arnold asked, cringing every time Mr. Simmons took a bumpy step.



"I'll go get my stuff after you're inside, and I'll have Gerald get your stuff. Gerald!" he called, making Gerald look up at him. "Can you get Arnold's stuff, also, please?"



"Sure, Mr. Simmons." he said, and rushed back inside the bus.



Mr. Simmons, with Arnold still in his arms, walked into the old inn. "Ok Mr. Simmons, you can set me down. My legs don't hurt any more." Arnold said, and Mr. Simmons did as Arnold requested. Arnold wobbled for a second, but stay upright.



"Ok, I'm to go and get my stuff, is that alright?" he asked, and Arnold nodded his head. Mr. Simmons, turned and rushed out the front door, and into the bus.



Arnold stood there smiling for a minute, then he heard something. His smile disappeared, and his eyes darted from side to side. This WAS a ghost town, and everyone else he was with was outside getting their stuff, so WHY did he hear someone breathing behind him? It wasn't asthmatic, just plain normal; it sounded like as if someone behind him was sleeping. He gulped, and said, "Who's there?" he slowly turned around, expecting to see someone he knew. His eyes widened when he saw the person. "AAAAAAAAAHHH!!"