Ok, here's the second chapter, which should be so much better than the first since I actually have time today. If this story gets removed again is up to you, I want to see a hell of a lot more reviews this time. So please, R&R. As I said, ideas are welcome. I do not own the Danny Phantom characters.

Chapter One

In the Shadows

I'm fourteen again for a moment, just last year in fact, except, I'm no where close to the present. I look around and ponder on just where in hell I might be. I'm on the patio area of a public swimming pool, but no one looks familiar. A girl with long blonde hair walks over to me and says "Hi Jackie!" Jackie? I didn't bother to ask. Everything was weird enough already, with out thinking that Amity didn't have a pool around until the outskirts, though the sign said AMITY REC CENTER. I looked back to the girl, my eyes wide, I could feel my face start to redden. The blonde looked confused. "Excuse me" I said, and ran to the bathrooms to my left, leaving my things behind. "But Jackie, I've got something important to tell you!"

Who is this chick anyway? I'm scared beyond all reason, my heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest. I walk into the bathrooms, and take a look at myself in the dirty mirror. At least I look like myself this time, except for the clothes. And the swim cap. I pull it off and throw it to the ground. To my suprize, long red locks fall onto my shoulders. This was just too weird. Seeing the bathroom had a back door, I tried to shove it open, but it wouldn't budge. I ran into a stall and locked the stall door, then tried jumping out the small open window above the toilet. It couldn't be that far down, and I have to find a way to get past that girl.

Before my mind is even off the subject I'm running down the road. Old cars pass me by, Thunderbirds and things like that. The clothes they wear are rather odd. People all around me stare.

Suddenly I'm in a neighborhood, but there's no onearound me. The streets are empty and the houses look rather neglected. I slow myself to a walk, only thinking i don't really have any where to go considering I have no idea where I am. I start to relax, until I see something move, and hear a banging coming from behind a trailer home. Relax Sam, it's just a cat or something. But I hear the sound of someone whispering. Instead of running away, I go towards the noise, hoping to prove it's only me and an overactive mind. Big mistake. Someone grabs me from behind, and I feel something hot and wet on my lip. It tastes metallic. It doesn't take long to figure out it's my own blood. "I have you now girl!" is all I hear.

When I awake, the phone is ringing and there's something warm and slobbery on my neck. I turn to see my dog laying next to me, wagging his tail estatically like he always does. "Down boy, that's a good puppy!" I croon to the dog. I sprint downstairs and pick up the phone. "Hello?" Nobody answers back. "Hello?" Still no one. "You know, I don't have time for this so answer back!" I slam the phone down, fearing I might have missed the bus. To my suprize it's only five minutes later after I wandered into the bathroom door and slipped. Why did I slip anyway?

There's blood on my cheeks and on the floor. I clean it up, it doesn't concern me much. Scrapes and bruises aren't that big a deal for me. Just some cover-up and some black eyeliner and I'm done with my make up, besides my red lipstick, but I always wait 'til after breakfast for that. Besides, I still have like an hour and a half before I have to leave. I pick up my old yellow Panasonic CD player and hit play, sliding the head phones over my smooth hair. In no time I'm screaming along to "Left Behind' on my Slipknot CD, the CD my mother totally despises. But does she think I really care?

I go into my closet and pick out a red shirt with the words "Always up to something" in glittery white on the front. I slip on my favourite pair of Levi jeans and my belt, and tie up my black combat boots. How can Paulina say that getting ready for school takes three hours when it's taken me 10 minutes? I don't really care. I click the channels on my TV to CNN News, and watch the weather report. To my joy, it's thunderstorms for a week. There's nothing better then that for me, well, almost nothing. I feel so far away from everything, thinking about the dreams. It's so weird that I have them over and over again, Ijust can't help myself for thinking about them constantly. An idea hits me, and I pull outan old photo album from underneath my bed. There on the second page is a picture of a girl with long red hair and purple eyes. Beside it is a newspaper clipping. TEEN ASSULTED BY UNKNOWN CRIMINAL. Just like in my dreams. I read on: Young teen Jackie Manson was caught and raped yesterday by an unknown person. The teen is now in a hospital in downtown Amity. She was caught in a neighborhood right outside of the Amity Rec Center... Just like the dream I had. So close, it's scary. I look at the date: July 24th, 1957... over 50 years ago. My dad's mother... I've got to figure this all out. But how? I pick up the phone and dial Danny's number. My grandma died 3 years ago... maybe he's seen someone like her in the ghost zone... someone's got to know.

Well, that's all I have for right now, so I hope you enjoyed it. Anyway, please review! Thanx to my 2 wonderful reviewers: Alboc and outlawarcher. Hopefully I'll get the next chapter up soon- Mistress Amity