W/C: Oh my... How long have I had writers block on this? Well, here is the next chapter. I just got over a huge bump in the plot and have planned how this story is going to end.

Also, this fiction has about... 3 or 4 more chapters... maybe two. I have no clue yet. I'm just so sorry it's been so long since I updated. Writer's Block can last a while and be quite the meanie

Oh... and I'm VERY sorry to also state this. Danny is dead all of you - very sorry to state that... But it's to match the story line. He has to stay dead in order for the plot to finish. It he were to be alive some how, it would totally mess things up. So Danny is dead and will remain that way. But hopefully all of you will become like Sam and... Wait - I'm spoiling things here! Here's the newest chapter to this. Hope you enjoy it…

Ghost: Part Eight

I could hear nothing but my own settled breaths as I lied on my couch, my eyes frozen in the current position they were in. My brain was doing nothing other than question me, each intellection after another, each ponder after the last. For a moment all I could do was just lye there and wait, hope for any type of answer.

It's been four weeks… Four weeks I have suffered from this raw confusion, anxiety, and worry. It's been four long weeks since he came to me, explained everything I currently know. But no answer has come to the questions he left alone; no ghost of Danny Fenton has visited me since then. My hope is growing thin. Why did I ever believe?

Its not like I don't want to believe. I do, more than anything in the world. It's just that each time I try my own mind comes back denying everything. I truly think I can believe its just my reasoning is just too stubborn. The first week I waited, my whole heart and soul was pumped up and excited to finally see him once more. At that point in time, I knew for sure it wasn't just my imagination. But each day I waited… nothing came like Danny had previously stated.

I sighed and flipped over on my belly, my violet eyes holding in all my misplaced emotion. Another long, captive sigh escaped my bare lips and my body shook from the cold of my house. It's been so cold in here since the knowledge occurred to me that he's not returning again. Like the startling concept that Danny's not here the cold is a hindrance to my reason, it's all in my mind. How I just want everything to quit.

Fantasy and reality continue to feud in my head, though reality is winning by a long shot. Maybe its each brick of failing hope that is crushing fantasy's force… Maybe I'm just coming to my senses. Whatever the reason, let the best win. I want what's best for myself, who doesn't? I just can't believe what a fool I've been.

I bit off much more than I could ever chew… I took the bait and the hook ended up piercing right through my heart. I let myself believe so easily. Yet I felt him, I saw him… I…

I believed him.

But how honest are the moans and whines of one's heart and soul? Isn't it the normal human's desire to make things easier to take in and adore in life? One really can't argue with that. So did I influence my touch and sight, did my own wants control what I really experienced? Once again I don't know… it adds to the bank of unanswered questions; an account that I have recently grown very wealthy in.

The knock at the door awoke me from my fake slumber of wonder and I forced my sore torso up, my legs yawning and grumbling for they wished to rest a little longer. I walked across the plush carpet to the large front door of my abode, a house that I had grown to dislike. It was so spacious yet I was the only one living inside. Such environments can even make the greediest of hearts wonder.

I opened the thick door and saw a large man with a package in his hands standing on my doorstep; a large, fake looking grin plastered to his mature features. Right away I recognized the person, and instantly my face narrowed as if I were trying to peak across fog.

"What In heaven's sake do you want, Drew?" I hissed and crossed my arms together, my mood quickly converting from dazed and confused to nasty and impatient.

"You know what I want…" he drooled and tried to step in. I put my hand on the frame and shook my head firmly.

"Get out of here, you worthless cad…" I growled and began to shut the door. He placed a strong hand and left it there, blocking me from shutting the only thing that could keep him away. He leaned forward and gave me a sinister grin.

"Baby, don't be like that. Remember the times we shared? Can't we go back to that? You know I still love you…" My eyes flared with anger and I pushed him off the porch.

"Loved me? You mean cheated on me! Get out of here, you devil! I can't stand you, get off my property!" I shouted and closed the doors. I locked up tight and threw my body against the wall. Gravity pulled me down as my legs weakened and I slowly made my way towards the floor. It wasn't long until I heard pounding.

"Sam! Open this door! SAM, SAM!" I sucked in my breath and got off the ground. I started walking up the steps that led to my upstairs, steps that would also lead me to peace and quiet.

Its strange how life can be so good yet so annoying and hard.

"Sam, you have a meeting in a few minutes. Shouldn't you be going soon?" asked a curious Jasmine Fenton over the other line. I sighed and looked at the ceiling before slowly replying.

"Erm… yeah…" my mind searched for anything else to say but found nothing.

I still haven't told Jazz anything about my encounter with Danny. Nor have I even told her I went to his grave in the first place. I'm not the best liar so telling her would just lead to a trap I couldn't escape. But my emotions bubbling inside of me are getting out of hand. Yet, at the same time, my old sense of independance is returning. Now I not only have to deal with my feelings on the whole Danny subject being engaged in a cruel melee but my emotions on telling anyone as well. But, at least I know one thing for sure. I can't tell Jasmine; at least not yet. But how long will I have to wait; will I even tell? So many questions… Ugh, I have another headache.

"Sam, are you still there?" I snapped back to reality and smiled sheepishly while nodding my head out of habit.

"Yeah, sorry… Just dozing off"

"Again? Sam, you haven't been yourself lately. You always seem you're in a daze. Like the other day when we stopped at Buck's Coffee… You barley talked or heard a word I was saying. Is something wrong? Its… its Danny again isn't it?"

My heart stopped and began thumping again very slowly. How does she always know? I felt like a deer in car headlights, waiting with nothing to do than just stare at the approaching force.

"Jazz, I need to get ready for my meeting. We'll talk latter"

"Wait, Sam!" I hung up the phone and stared at the crème receiver with wide eyes. My heart was still scared from her words; my mind paranoid that the annoying rings of the phone would echo through my office once more. When no ring came I slumped in my chair and put my head in my hands.

"What is going on with me?" I whispered and stared at the picture of Danny on my desk.

"Are you really here? Or am I the one that's not…"

I waited by the bus stop, my whole torso aching from sitting down so long. Sometimes I wish I could get to the gym more often. Sure, I hate exercise with a fiery passion, but I'm not a fool. I know I need it to stay healthy. But can I really all myself healthy this point, at least when it comes to mental health?

I heard the creak of brakes and looked at the stopped bus in front of me. I hopped on and paid the driver. I went to the very back and sat down quietly, my legs reluctant to once again bend so I could sit.

It was growing late. The sun was beginning to set and the clouds were being tinted with wonderful shades of orange, pink and light misty blues. It was a pleasing sight to normal eyes; to me it was much more. It seemed so fake, the way the colors changed at this certain time of day, yet it was there. And everybody knew it was. Painters through out time have captured this marvelous sight, young hearts squeal in excitement at the wonders of the beauty. Even young lovers take this view in this view in acceptance. It's something that most can adore easily… and I like that.

The bus came upon my stop and I got off. I hadn't taken my car today for two reasons. One, I wanted the exercise. It was a long way from my office to my house so I couldn't walk fully there and back, but I would get most of the trip in by feet. Two, my car is giving me problems. What car doesn't once in a while though?

It felt good to walk after sitting so long, my legs were enjoying it along with my spirit. The wind passed by and flirted with my hair and played the collar on my business jacket. It was a nice, warm evening. But as time progressed, the sun fully set and night rolled in, along with its darkness and nipping cold.

I had grown used to the temperature so the newfound gusts of wind barley fazed me. I can't say the dark was getting to me… Until I heard footsteps behind me.

I turned around and looked through the darkness. No one… I could of sworn. I gripped my handbag tighter and fastened my pace, wanting to get home as soon as possible. I once again heard the footsteps and began sprinting. It's a good thing I hate high heels; it would of made running a whole lot harder if I was wearing them.

The footsteps grew faster and I turned around. The man didn't duck or hide begin anything, he was now racing for me. I once again began sprinting and started to call for help. He quickly caught up to me and I felt a horrible pain in my ankle. I had stepped into a slight whole in the sidewalk and twisted my ankle slightly. I fell to the ground and my handbag flew about 4 feet in front of me.

He picked it up and I heard him chuckle a little bit. He threw it to the side and grabbed my wrist with an ungentle, firm hand. He lifted me up until I was face to face with him. I recognized him right away.

"Drew?" I squeaked and he growled, his breathe littered with the smell of alcohol.

"You should of let me in, Samantha… And what are you running around at night without anybody around for? That's not a smart move, pretty girl" I held my breath from both fear and to risk inhaling any more of his killer breath.

He threw me to the ground and I got my voice back quickly. I began screaming for any type of help. Drew can get very dangerous… his old girl friend had told me. He was nothing but a fibbing, dirty man. I understood that fully when a sharp kick collided with my side.

"Hey! You leave her alone!" an old, familiar voice called out from the silence. I turned my head and saw some one running towards me, two people. Drew began running and I was left alone, barley hurt other than my ankle. I was lucky… his other girl companions had been in for much worse from what I've heard.

The only thing I remember was seeing two people kneel down and start checking for any injuries. Their voices were familiar and kind, and their worry was genuine. Where do I know these people? It then clicked in my mind as I blacked out from shock and the minor pain.

W/C: It was a short, baddish chapter but… bear with me. It should be pretty obvious on who came to her rescue. If you don't know, I'll give you a clue:

Old friends

Got anything? Just keep on thinking. This chapter was very hard to write but at least I got these two characters in. Plus, I added a strange character that plays little part but... his lone purpose was to get them in (I'm speaking of Drew...)

Like stated, I already know how this story is going to end… it has about 3 chapters left or more… maybe less. Who knows?

But, I PROMISE the next chapters are going to have more in them other than these past few boring ones. The plot is really going to turn. And please know that Sam is in a severe denial/doubt case right now. Most of her believes, but she doesn't even know it. But there is one question I want you to all really think about:

Is Danny really back?

You decide for yourself over the next few chapters. I'm not telling anything.

-DFL