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Chapter 6
Rude Awakenings

"Danny, relax. Everything's gonna be fine," Sam assured him as she placed a hand on his shoulder. "You just concentrate on getting some rest,"

"I don't need to sleep," Danny debated, "I need-"

Sam cut him off and placed her finger on his lips. "Sleep," she told him. "You'll feel better,"

Danny sighed and nodded. "Alright," he said. "I'll try,"

Sam smiled and kissed his forehead. "Good. And no ghosts hunting for you tonight,"

"Oh, you wont have to worry about that. Although…" Danny said as a devilish smirk stretched across his faces. "Another kiss would assure it,"

Sam rolled her eyes. "Sleep!"

Danny put up his hands in his defense. "I know, I know," he grinned. "I Don't need to be reminded every second," Tucker rolled his eyes at the two of them and walked back into the kitchen.

Sam turned to Valerie and pointed at Tucker. "Where's he going?"

Valerie opened up her mouth to talk until she saw Tucker coming out with a few cookies in his hands. She smiled and laughed slightly. "Cookies,"

Sam shook her head. "As if I already didn't know," she muttered.

"Well," Tucker wrapped his arm around his friend while he stuffed a few cookies into his mouth. "We'd better be going, Sleep tight and don't let those dreadful bed bugs bight,"

Danny rolled his eyes. "Oh don't worry, I wont,"

"And sleep this time," Sam told him as she opened the front door. "You need it,"

"Night light or no night light," Valerie smirked as she followed after Tucker and Sam. Danny was left standing at the doorway. He heaved a sigh and sat down on the couch a moment, looking around for something. He ran his hand along the couch and hit a book. It was the one he found before. Danny picked it up and read the title out loud to himself again.

"Ghosts and Philosophy," He said as he opened up the book and began scamming through it. "Hmm, can't be more than three hundred pages long," There was something about this book that intrigued Danny. Which seemed odd, he never really cared for any book. But nevertheless, he took it upstairs, and sat on his bed. For the next hour or so, began to read it.

As the clock struck eleven, Danny yawned and looked at his clock. "Eleven already?" he smiled stretching back his arms and placing them behind his head. "Must have dosed off. Well, no problem," Danny placed the dark red book near his bed side and pulled off his shirt. He turned to his lamp and shut it off, yawning as he pulled his bed covers over himself. "I'm sure everything should be fine by tomorrow,"

A crow's cry caught Danny's attention as he shot up from his bed and looked around. His heart was pounding like mad, and the unsettling site of the black bird perched by his open window made it worse, it's red eyes gleaming in the moonlight. Danny moved back on his bed and gazed upon the bird in horror.

"No," he said shaking head. "No, not you again!" The crow flew over to him and sat amidst his shoulder. And to Danny's surprise, the bird neither pecked nor bit him. It only sat and starred at Danny, and it turned his worried face into a smile. He knew that the bird meant him no harm. But suddenly it cawed and flew over to the window, but did not leave. It starred back at Danny and he returned to stare.

"You want me to follow you," Danny asked, "Don't you?" The bird jerked it's head slightly as if to nod "yes", and flew out the window. "Wait!" Danny cried running towards the window. He looked outside and saw the crow resting on a lamppost as it shrieked it's ear piercing cry once again. Still a little hesitant, Danny took a deep breathe, and with a flash of blue and white light, he found himself with silver hair and a black suit with white gloves and boots, and a queerly shaped D in the middle of it. As the crow began to fly away, Danny leaped out the window and followed the bird as it flew off into the dead of night.

"Wait-STOP!" Danny shouted. The crow was flying in complex twists and turns, too hard to follow. "Will you slow down!" he called again. But the bird only hastened it flying and was then out of sight. Lost and confused, Danny floated to the ground and rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, pesky bird," he whispered as he glanced around. "Where are you?"

"CAW!" he heard it cry as it swooped down to his head. Danny ducked, covering his head with his hands as the bird perched itself upon another lamp. Danny removed his hands from his head and the bird started off down a dark alleyway. Because it wasn't flying as fast as it had, Danny ran after it instead of flying. Once he made it through, he saw the crow flying over to an old warehouse. Danny continued to chase the bird and followed it to the door. The door to the warehouse was old and musty. Danny turned to the bird who sat upon the windowsill.

"Is this where you wanted me to go?" The crow nodded. Danny opened the door and turned back to the crow. "Well," he smiled. "Aren't you coming with me?" Without answering, the bird flew away and disappeared into the sky. Danny shrugged and walked inside. "Guess that meant no." As Danny walked inside the warehouse, he felt a chill creep down his spine. He shivered but continued walking. He had seen this warehouse before, he had beaten up the Box Ghosts on some occasions in here. But he didn't seem to be there. There was voices though, coming from the next room. Or, to be more accurate, screams. Danny raced into the wall and fazed into the next room, but what he had witness was the most horrified him the most.

There was a crate carrier on the ground, his package cutting knife lodged into his throat. His skin deadly pale and his bloodshot eyes beginning to roll into his head. He was still shaking though. But there was a ghosts, standing next to him, smiling as he watched his victim squirm. But what Danny didn't understand was that the ghost, was himself. It was like looking into a mirror, watching a terrible scene. The ghost bent down and wrenched the knife out of the man's throat. Blood smeared over his suit and he sneered at the man as he moaned in pain. The ghost turned to Danny, it seemed as if he knew he was there. He stood up ad walked over to Danny.

He stood next to Danny, the two of them looking at the man. "He had it coming you know," the other Danny smirked. "Pity, really. I suppose he should have listened to his wife when she told him that the midnight shift was a stupid idea. Oh, well, live and learn- or at least...not in his case,"

Danny gazed at his other self in horror. "It-it was you…" he stuttered in shock. "You killed all those people,"

"No," the Danny said as an evil grin stretched across his face. "We did,"

Danny shivered and starred at him in horror, "No, NO!" he yelled moving away. The other Danny's smiled disappeared as he narrowed his eyes and clutched Danny's throat in his hand. He picked him up off his feet and Danny clutched at his own neck, gasping for breath.

"You know…Danny," he mocked as he pulled his face closer to his. "It's a very bad idea to be going out late…especially, these nights," Danny spat at his face and the other Danny glared at him. He was thrown up against the wall.

Danny shot up again, once again to find himself soundly in his bed. He grabbed at his neck, which still felt like it was being choked. His bedroom door burst open, and he saw Jazz walk in, her dark blue night robe tied tightly around her.

"Danny. Danny, are you alright?" she panicked. "I heard someone yell,"

"Yeah, yeah," Danny nodded, still shaking like mad. "I-I'm okay,"

Jazz's eyes widened as she sat on his bed. "Was it another dream?"

Danny nodded. "Someone's been killed," he said. "A crate carrier-at a warehouse-"

"Danny, calm down," she said pushing him back into his bed. "You're alright now," Danny shook his head but lied back in his bed. "Who killed him?"

"A-" Danny shut his mouth. He paused, then nodded in agreement to himself. "A ghost,"

"Did you get to see who it was?"

"Pardon?"

"The ghost who killed the man?" Jazz said. Danny paused a moment and didn't say anything. He shook his head.

"No," he said pulling his covers over his body. "No…I didn't get to see his face…"

That day at school, Danny walked down the hall rubbing his face with his hand. He was both exhausted, and petrified after last night's experience.

"Danny!" he heard someone call his name. He turned around to see Sam hurrying down the hall to him. "Hey," she smiled as she finally reached him. But her smiled faded as she took a closer look at him. "What happened?" she asked him, her eyes filled with concern. Danny lowered his head, a grimace lied on his face and he was as pale as death. "You look like you've just seen a ghost- or something a bit more scary," Sam smiled. "Your Dad walking around the house in his briefs," Danny laughed slightly and smiled at her as the two of them began to walk down the hall. Sam had always seemed to know just the right thing to say.

"I guess I'm just pretty tired," he said jerking his backpack.

"Rough night?"

"You don't know the half of it," he muttered.

"Huh?"

Danny shook his head. "Nothing,"

"Well, since you seemed kinda worried last night," Sam said reaching into her own spider backpack. "After I left, I ran out and got you this," She handed Danny a small brown box.

"Ooh," he smiled opening the box. As he tore off the top, he found a small Fairly Odd Parents brand Cosmo nightlight inside it. He pulled it out and shook his head. "Aw, it's a Cosmo nightlight…seriously, that joke is getting old,"

"That's not all it does," Sam told him. "it's eyes glow if you press them," Danny looked at the small nightlight and pressed it's eyes, which began to glow green.

"Nice,"

"And it's got ten different action fraises," She added pressing it's magic wand.

"Talking loud helps me remember things…I LIKE PIE!"

Danny sighed and stuffed the small nightlight into his pocket. "Only you, Sam," he grinned. "Only you,"

Sam laughed and wrapped her arm around his as the two of them walked down the hall. "I can sense you just cant wait to break that in?"

"Oh yeah," Danny nodded. "I'm just…full of excitement over the whole thing,"

"Well, don't get too excited over the whole thing," Sam warned. "We're having our little stakeout tonight anyway,"

"What?" Danny panicked letting go of her arm. "Uh, wow, jeez, Sam," he scratched the back of his neck. "I-uh, don't think that's the best idea for tonight,"

Sam folded her arms. "Why not? You didn't seem to have nay problem with it yesterday-"

"I didn't really have any say in it yesterday," Danny interrupted her as he started off down the hall.

"Hey, wait!" she called chasing after him. "Why? Did it happen again last night-"

"So what if it did?" he replied angrily at her as he turned around. She was beginning to get on his nerves. "Has it occurred to you yet, that I never asked for-nor do I want your help with this. Or, Tucker's, or Val's-"

"Excuse me? You came to us for help," She smirked. But all the same, Danny rolled his eyes and continued walking down the hall, making his way past people rushing off to class. Sam groaned and kept following him. "What the hell is wrong with you? You were fine a second ago-"

"Yeah," he spun around. "That's because a second ago, we weren't talking about this,"

"Look," Sam said grabbing his hand to keep him from running off on her again. "I have no idea what you've seen these past day, or what's happening to you-and neither does anyone else. And I know I'm probably not helping you by telling you this-"

"Then stop pretending to be!" he snapped at her. Sam went cold after that and didn't say anything else to Danny. She nodded slightly to say she understood what he meant by it, and she continued walking down the hall. Danny watched her and sighed. "Wait, Sam!" he called shoving people out of his way as the bell rang. "Sam-I didn't mean-"

"No, Danny, don't bother," she told him. "I gotta get to health anyway. Tetslaff's been meaning to kill me since I never finished those laps the other day. Anyway, you should get to-uh…where ever it is you need to get to," Sam smiled turning the corner down the hall. "And enjoy your nightlight!" she called after Danny was left standing alone in the hallway. He reached inside his pocket and took out the nightlight and sighed.

"Well, Cosmo," he said pressing the magic wand it was holding. "Any comments?"

"Wow, what a selfish punk!" it said. Danny groaned and thrashed his head against a green locker that stood against the wall. "Uh, damn it!" he muttered. "Damn it, damn it-"

"Cussing, Mr. Fenton?" a voice said. Danny spun around, dropping his nightlight while dong so. And standing in front of him was none other than Mr. Lancer.

"M-Mr. Lancer," Danny stuttered. "Uhh…I was just-"

"I don't like cussing in my halls Mr. Fenton," he narrowed his eyes.

"Uhh…I-didn't know," Danny said slowly.

"That's ignorance, Fenton," Mr. Lancer said picking up the nightlight. "I don't tolerate that, you know. And...don't think I'm not onto you and your-how should I put this? Extra-curricular activities,"

Danny gulped nervously. "Uh, what do you mean by that?"

"Oh, I think you know perfectly well, Mr. Fenton," Mr. Lancer grinned. "I am very much aware of you and Miss Manson,"

"Wait-you think-oh, NO! No," Danny laughed. "Wait, you think we're-"

"Just remember, Fenton," Lancer pointed a finger at him. "I'm keeping a close watch on you,"

"I'll…uh, keep that in mind, Sir," Danny gulped as Mr. Lancer thrust the nightlight into his hands. He left him at the lockers, and before he turned the corner, he pointed at Danny again. Danny nodded slightly and waved, a bit confused as Mr. Lancer left. He then leaned against the lockers and slumped down onto the ground as Tucker walked out of the Boy's Room, a piece of toilet paper sticking to his shoe.

"Hey, Danny," he smiled.

"Toilet paper," Danny said without even looking at him.

Tucker looked at his shoe, and embarrassed, tore of the toilet paper. "Strange, that's been happening a lot lately. You alright?" he said slumping down next to Danny. "You look kinda blue-or, I guess-paler than usual,"

"Oh, I'm fine," Danny nodded. "I'm just loosing my sanity, Sam pissed at me, and I'm pretty sure Lancer thinks I'm having sex with her,"

"Looks like your living the dream," Tucker laughed as he patted him on the back.

Danny shuttered. "You'd be surprised just how literally that is,"

Tucker laughed again and helped his friend up to his feet. "You make it sound like it's that bad,"

"It's not," Danny explained. "It's worse,"

"Oh come on, Mr. Grumpy Pants," Tucker joked. "You know what you gotta do, right?"

"Tuck, please don't say it," Danny pleaded.

"Just keep swimming, just keep swimming,"

Danny grabbed his head and shook it. "Oh, God Tuck, now that's gonna be stuck in my head all day!"

"Swimming, swimming, swimming, swimming. What do we do? We swim, swim, swim!"

"Tucker, you can't even swim,"

"Doesn't mean I can't sing about it," Tucker continued. Danny shook his head and continued wandering down the hall with Tucker. Today was going to be even longer than he thought.

Well, there's chapter 6, what we think? Good, bad-stupid? Please tell me, I want an honest opinion! And, by the way, Happy Christmas!
-I Brake For Ghosts