Hi! Sorry about the long wait, I was...busy.

Chapter 10: The Visit

That day, at noon, Danny and Tucker ran over to Sam's house. Danny knew all about Sam being rich (Tuck told him) but he had never been inside her house. Tucker told him that it was extremely cool, but Danny wanted to see for himself.

Of course, Danny hadn't forgotten about the true reason he was there: to find out what was going on with Sam. He was concerned about her, and wanted to help. The two hadn't seen her since she bolted from school. Nervously, they rang the doorbell.

"Who is it?" an old woman's voice said from the small box near the door.

"Danny and Tucker. We're friends of Sam's. We want to see her."

"Hang on, I'll buzz you in." The door opened, and an old woman- probably the same old woman that had spoken from the box- was standing at the door. "Can I help you?" she said.

"Yeah. Where's Sam?" Danny said. "We haven't seen her since Thursday, and-"

The woman's expression hardened. "She does not want to be disturbed. She doesn't even let me see her. But since you're her friends... okay."

The old woman directed Tucker and Danny to a part of the house neither of them had seen before. Soon, they came to a door that had a sign on it that said, "KEEP OUT. I MEAN IT."

"Good luck," the woman said, and walked away. Danny knocked on the door.

"What?" a disgruntled voice said from another little box.

"Err...telegram," Tuck said.

"Like I'm falling for that."

"Gothigram?"

"Seriously, that has got to be your sorriest attempt yet." This time, the voice didn't come from the box. It came from the room. The door was wide open, so Danny and Tucker walked right in. Danny gasped.

The entire room was practically destroyed. There were shreds of paper on the floor, furniture was overturned (this made the boys wonder if Sam had made the mess by herself), and there were empty Cola bottles EVERYWHERE. There had to be at least thirty. And Sam was sitting on her bed, crying.

Sam looked worse than Danny- or Tuck- had ever seen her. She looked as though she hadn't eaten, slept, showered, or seen sunlight since they had last seen her. Her hair was uncombed and crazy, her clothes were ripped, and her face was blotchy from crying. When Danny and Tuck came in, she looked up.

"Err... hello," Sam said. Danny could tell that she wasn't happy to see them.

"Hi." Tucker said. "We just wanted to ask you some things." Sam didn't answer.

"Yeah. Why did you get so unnerved when you saw Melan- I mean, the girl ghost?" Danny said. When he said this, Sam's head jerked up. "How did you know her name?" she said.

"She told us," Danny said. "But anyway, why did you get so scared?"

For about a minute they just stared at each other. Then Sam took a deep breath and said, "It's none of your business and I can handle it. I don't want your help or need it." She put her head down again.

"I know something that'll cheer ya up," Tucker said. "We're starting up the open revolts again."

Sam turned to them with an angry look on her face. "But I thought that you promised that you wouldn't do it at Casper! YOU PINKY SWORE!!"

"Promises were meant to be broken," Danny said.

This seemed to make Sam angrier. "Listen Fenton," she said, "If promises were meant to be broken the fact that you were half-ghost would be halfway across the world by now. NOW GET OUT OF MY ROOM!!"

As soon as she said that, the old woman came to escort the boys out of the house. "Sorry about my granddaughter. She seems to be remembering a tough time in her life. I know. It was tough for me too."

"What happened?" Tucker said.

"Well-" she began to say, and then stopped. She looked scared. Danny and Tuck turned around, and gasped.

Sam was doing what the three had nicknamed 'The Stare.' The Stare is when you stare at someone. But it's not just any stare. Sam's could burn a hole through your self esteem, and frighten you half to death. Danny could do it a little, but just enough to get people a little scared. Tucker couldn't do it at all.

Wow, Danny thought. Melanie was right. We're not going to get it outta her. Oh well.

The two raced out of the house and ran to the park. "That was harder than I thought!" Tuck said.

"Well, it's obvious that Sam doesn't want us to know. So, what do we do?" Tucker shrugged.

"We wait. She'll spill the beans someday. But until then- remember what tomorrow is."

Then the two split up and went to their homes. They may not have found out about what was with Sam, but at least the open revolts were going to be fun.

Bye! SP