Chapter Twenty-Three

Harriet stared at shock at the ghost boy before her. iI don't believe it/i Harriet thought to herself, "You're Iviso... Danny Ph... The Ghostboy?"

Danny rolled his eyes at her and answered, "It's Danny Phantom! Who came up with the name Invisobill anyway?"

Harriet shrugged, still slightly in shock, "Someone apparently dropped evidence at the station annonymously. When Becky did the report that it was actually Danny Phantom, she was unaware that the camera crew didn't have footage of you telling some residents your real name." Harriet paused, "Some people are convinced it was just a stunt pulled by the station to bring up ratings."

Danny sneered at her, Harriet felt Goosebumps travel up her spine. "Like the 'Anonymous Tip' that Sam killed my sister?"

Harriet could feel the guilt rushing up inside her, "There was no anonymous tip. I remember going to answer the door at studio a few days ago, and the next thing I knew, I was holding a note and presenting it to my boss."

Danny seemed to be deep in though then responded, "Why did you tell the Manson a lie?"

Harriet sighed, "Auntie Pam and Uncle Jeremy hate my guts. It doesn't matter if it was my fault or not. I though the lie my make them back off."

Danny scratched his head, "Why do they hate you so much anyway?"

Harriet looked up at the ghost. The original shock had worn off, but she still felt worn out. "You should know the story..."

FLASHBACK

The little baby girl looked nothing like her parents. then again, she was a baby.

Pam and Jeremy Manson had gotten their wish of a daughter. They had a child a few years earlier, but that one disappeared one day at the mall when the happy mother took her son to buy him shoes at the time. He was only Three years old, and wandered away from his mother while she was distracted by a pair of emerald earing.

It wasn't the Amity Park Mall. The Orangeport Mall was the only one around that had a child's shoe store. That is until recently. No one knows why, but governemt officials came up to residents one day and basically kicked them out of town.

This was why the girl's mother held her daughter extra tight. She was afraid of loosing another child.

The College Graduate looked around the room. Her mother, of course, was nowhere around. Linda Manson had refused to talk to her daughter because of her 'father's influence.' That didn't stop her aunt and uncle from inviting her to the party celebrating the birth of a healthy baby girl.

Jeremy had invited his friends over to watch the superbowl. Disregarding his wife's protests, her uncle had made the party more of a superbowl party than anything else.

The new mother approached her niece, handing her her precious bundle. "Sammy woun't be able to sleep with these idiots here, could you put her into her crib, I got to go make my husband's life miserable."

Harriet grinned, if she ever got married, she would be the boss. Thoughts of a perfect boyfriend flowed through her brain as she headed upstairs. She was so distracted, that she accidently, placed the baby on the wrong bed.

Harriet took out her notebook, surrounded by her own little world. She wouldn't marry someone like Jack Fenton. She had no idea what Maddie saw in him. she was suddenly interupted by a terrified squel. Harriet looked up to see her aunts horrified face looking beside her. Harriet looked and gasped. Her baby cousin was about to fall off the bed.

In fact she did. Frozen in fear, Harriet did nothing. Her aunt, however, had the reflexes of a cheetah and caught her daughter in midair.

No Horror movie had ever scared Harriet as much as the look on her aunts face. "What were you thinking? Linda was right you're just like you're father. Get out and never come back!"

And like that, Harriet was thrown out the door. Harriet got up, duseted herself off, and looked around. the first thing that caught her eye was the house at the end of the street. She had never seen something so ugly in her entire life.

But I have Harriet though to herself, My putred personality.

End Flashback

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Now, Harriet was sitting in the ugly house, trembling in a mixture of guilt and embarrassment at the story she just told.