Right now it is daylight, strange is how he attacked in the day, he never has before. But whatever, I'm ready for a fight. Im always ready my life is always a fight, a struggle. I try to think of happier times while I hide in this building that is almost completely destroyed. How I long to leave, but if I leave he'll only follow and take more lives along the way.
Is there no end to his blood lust? Somehow I think he wants me dead but for some reason he wont kill me. Maybe he sees greater joy in my suffering, maybe he likes to see me squirm. Well I wont give him the satifaction.
Why do I have to be a ghost hunter, oh why, oh why? While everyone else has evacuated Im stuck here trying to rid the world of this malevolent spirit. Well I'll give it my best...
Hoping someone will find this amongst the ruins,
Valerie Gray
Twenty four year old Valerie closed her journal, put her pen downand looked out the broken musty window of the building she was taking refuge in. He was gone for now, she was never sure of where it was he alway hid, but he disapeered a lot. Maybe he was a real coward beneath that hateful exterior.
As far as Valerie knew there was no future for her anymore, there was no one here to even help her fight. He broke the sheild, the townspeople left and her father was dead, his last act was saving her. Yeah, like she really wanted him to sacrifice himself for her.
What was the point? That thought had dawned upon her almost every night, but everytime she did her thoughts went back to the boy who destroyed the world. Or at least he hadnt meant to. But it seems that after he died, no was killed, all of Amity went to hell and that thing came about.
Valerie pulled her journal out again, she wanted to remember that day when everything spiraled out of control.
I remember it well. I was sitting at home watching the news with my dad. All the while thinking about catching that ghost boy. When a breaking news flyer flashed on the screen. I looked up hoping to hear about the whereabouts of Phantom.
"We just got an urgent report that the Nasty Burger has blown up.Tragically taking the lives ofMr.Lancer, Madeline Fenton, Jack Fenton, Jasmine Fenton, Samantha Manson,Tucker Foley, and the explosion left only survivor, Daniel Fenton, whose condition is unknown at this point." The newswoman said.
I know she had more to say but I shot up at the sound of Danny's name. Everyone he ever loved is gone? I couldnt believe it, but I knew he had to have been in more shock then me, had he seen them die? I had to find out if he was ok. When I got to the hospital I found out he was ok and that they were letting him out in another twenty minutes.
My father met me there and we waited to see Danny. Of course he was nothing like I expected to see. His face was scuffed and dirty and he looked so horrible. He didnt even seem to care anymore.
"Danny!"I said excitedly and ran up to him and hugged him.
"Hey Val," He answered quite bleakly.
"Are you ok?" I asked
"I'm fine"He sighed.
"Where are you going to go?"
"Wisconsin, tomorrow." He answered as if he no longer knew how to make complete sentences. Although I couldnt blame him. "I have to pack tonight, so I need to go home."
"Can I help you?" I asked trying to make sure he'd be ok.
He agreed and my father dropped us off at his house. There I helped him sort through hislife as hepacked it all up.I stayed with him that night, cause we both knew this was it, he'd leave Amity and I'd never see him again.I twas weird how he seemedso emotionally distant, but stranger still was the fact that he didnt cry.
I wanted to cry though when I looked into his eyes.Never in my life had a ever seen so listless and dead as his once beautiful blue eyes. His innocence was gone, and by tomorrow he would be too.
Right before he left he hugged me quickly and then handed me a small hemp bracelet."Dont forget about me. Ok?" He whispered into my ear.
I smiled back and nodded."As long as you do the same." He gave me a weak smile and then climbed into the SUV that would take him to the airport and then to Wisconsin. I was sure he'd call or at least contact me. Never did my heart hurt so much to see him go.
Valerie closed the journal breifly and looked out the window again.Amity park was a ghost town, there was no one around for miles, it was just her and her alone. She laid her head down and sighed, she needed rest. And before she drifted off to sleep she thought breifly of what new dreads will the day bring...