A/N: Hey peoples. Thank you for your kind words and many, many hits making 'Camp Casper' the most popular story I have ever written. (please applaud) You guys rule. Now off to the theatre! Or movies. Or fanfic, or whatever this thing is. Uhhhh, chapter eight.

"Danny, Danny, you awake yet?"

Danny's eyes opened slowly, one at a time to the face of Sam Manson, who had released him from the dark virtual world in which he had wandered. Her face glittered like the morning sun, her eyes were graceful, and her smile was pleasant. A loud groan echoed through Danny's body, exiting at the mouth.

"Oh Danny! You're alright!" she exclaimed happily and she hugged him tightly. Danny took it at first with a grunt, but then with a peaceful sigh. She held him there for a few minutes then released her hug, smiling.

"Sam…" Danny mumbled, "You didn't die…"

"No Danny, I'm alive, I'm right here, with you. Does anything hurt?" Sam told him quietly, examining his body for any cuts or bruises.

"Everything… ouch… hurts. I'm worn out Sam, and my forehead is pounding like crazy," Danny complained, still lying in the metal bed he was placed in, "Is Tucker alright?"

"Yes, Tucker and all the others are fine. Tucker and me broke out of the Admin office and told everyone what happened. Then we all took a chance and jumped off the cliff, which released us from the program," Sam gave him a loving stare, "Oh Danny, I thought you were dead."

"Not yet," Danny joked with a grin. Sam returned the grin. "Send Tucker in, I'd like to see him."

Sam nodded and left the room for a moment, she returned a few minutes later with Tucker behind her. With the sight of Danny alright, Tucker's face lit up.

"Danny! You're ok!" Tucker exclaimed and he rushed over to him.

Danny gave him a weak smile. "Yeah Tuck, I'm fine, I'm just glad to see you didn't die from your soul being raked out."

"My soul? Danny, what are you talking about?" Tucker asked.

"Yeah, your soul. Remember? The stone bridge?" Danny asked him, recalling the dark walkway of despair.

"Stone bridge? Ok Danny, you need some sleep, you're getting delusions, feel better ok buddy?" Tucker told him, heading for the exit.

"I will Tuck, thanks." Danny told him as he left the room.

"Sam? What happened to Dr. Cryogen?"

"We found him in the main computer room; he was on the floor and had a major cut in his jaw. He was all beat up, clothes torn and everything, but he's alive. We managed to put some bandages on his jaw, but that's all we can do. Tuck called the police and the hospital and they'll be coming in a few minutes," Sam explained, "And Danny, we found Daz, dead."

"I know," Danny told her painfully.

"You know what I know? I know that you opened my secrets file," Sam told him shyly, "So, I guess you know now, right?"

Danny looked up at her, "Sam, when you were shot in the foot, and when you fell off that bridge, I couldn't stand it. Lately… lately I've felt this… longing… to be by your side. To hug you, hold you, and even… kiss you. Yes I read your file, and knowing that you shared this… feeling, it started a fire inside my heart. Sam… I love you."

"Oh Danny… Danny I… I love you!" She rushed over to him and held his face in her hands. She pulled his face up off of the pillow it rested on and put his lips to hers. Danny was surprised at first, but he felt comfortable after the first two seconds. Their lips stayed locked for many minutes.

While the kissing continued, a middle aged man limped into the room, he was Dr. Cryogen, looking worse than he ever had.

"Hi Danny," he slurred, his voice was quiet and barely understandable due to his broken jaw.

Danny released Sam from his lips and looked to Dr. Cryogen who stood before him.

"You, you look terrible," Danny told him.

"I…am…terrible, harming… you kids…" he babbled, with a deep frown on his face, "All the… people I've… killed, all the… secrets I've… learned…"

"You were possessed by, a spirit, I think he fed on your anger or frustration, and used that to make his goals your own, I'm surprised you still remember everything," Danny told him, lying back down.

"Yes… I am too," the Dr. told him, sighing.

"You know you'll do jail time for this," Sam put in.

"Yes… I am… aware of… that. But… after killing… young Dazerus… I think… I deserve it," the man slurred, sighing again.

Silence entered the room and lingered for a while, but was quickly interrupted but a squad of paramedics who rushed into the facility, wheeling in a thin bed. Along with them was a squad of policemen.

"Is this the hurt one? The criminal?" one of the cops asked motioning to Dr. Cryogen.

Danny and Sam nodded and the paramedics hoisted him onto the bed a wheeled him out. Most of the policemen lift the room but one stayed.

"Ok kids, what is going on here?" the cop asked as he pulled out and notebook and a pencil.

Danny and Sam glanced at each other and Danny spoke up, "Um, false advertising and child abuse?"

The policeman stared at Danny hard, then he switched his hard stare to Sam. He closed his notebook, and walked out of the room.

A little later, all the teenagers were escorted out of the facility, while the teens mingled all the parents were contacted and soon came with worried hearts and frantic minds. They're minds were soon eased as they gathered their children into their cars and drove home.

Danny was immediately sent to bed to rest his body and mind. He quickly changed into some more comfy clothes and slid into bed. He flicked off the lights, shut his eyes, and opened his head to dreams.

The night passed without much hassle, and Danny's dreams were pleasant. The sun rose in the east, and the sunlight was sprinkled into his room. Though, that was not what had waken him. The repetitive beeping that came from his cell phone is what did it.

He awoke with a groan, still suffering from his extreme physical and emotional wounds. Lazily, he swung his hand over to his night stand where his cell phone rang.

He opened the cell phone, turned it on, and put it to his ear, "Yeah?"

"Hey Danny, still asleep huh?" it was a female voice. It was Sam.

Danny sat up, "Hey Sam, yeah, I'm beat."

"You must be, it's like two o'clock. You doing alright?" Sam asked him.

"Oh yeah, yeah, I'm fine. But it's already two? Woah…" Danny told her, getting out of bed.

"Well Tucker is over here, we we're about to watch the 'Patrix', you want to join?" Sam asked.

"The 'Patrix'? Yeah sure, give me like twenty minutes to get over there," Danny told her, walking into the bathroom.

"Great, see you in a few," Sam said over the phone.

"Ok, seeya," Danny finished and he shut the cell phone.

Danny took a morning shower, and got dressed. He strolled into the kitchen and grabbed a cereal bar from the fridge.

"Danny! Wait! You can't go out there son! It's not safe!" Danny's dad yelled.

Footsteps were made on the pavement, Danny's footsteps. He walked down the sidewalks of Amity Park, making small mental notes of where he was heading. The sidewalks were empty, but Danny felt wandering eyes watching him.

As he walked, blue mist left his mouth. He frantically looked around for the ghost that set if off, but none could be seen. Suddenly, a gun shot was heard above him, he saw it pass through him and hit the ground. But he didn't feel pain, he didn't see blood. Actually, he couldn't see his body, it disappeared!

"Danny, come with me," a voice whispered, a voice that Danny recognized. Daz's voice.

"Daz? Where are you? You are supposed to be dead!" Danny exclaimed.

"Danny, I'm a ghost now, and you are in more trouble than you think. The government is after you, and you don't have much time…"