"It Happened One Night"
Before Phantom Planet.
I have always been skeptical of being half ghost, especially since my parents had hunted me. I'd always been good about keeping my identity hidden...untill a computer hacker stole my personal logs, giving them to my parents. What did they do with their son? Let's just say, that they aren't going to be happy again, for a very long time. Rated T for language.
Introduction
It was a cold week...that's what I remember. It takes someone with Alshiemer's to forget what they did to me...my own parents believed I was a menace who killed for a sick and twisted game-for fun. They took all of their knowledge and dropped it on me, Danny Fenton, who is coincedentally also Danny Phantom. You see, being half-dead is one thing, but having parents who are ghost hunters is another problem in itself. It's strange, really. It's been five months now since that horrible night. I have to tune out of my memory in order to stay sane. I've had to since. It's a pretty damn good thing that I forgave them too...otherwise, they would be long since dead, if not, dying. But, that, I'd rather not talk about it. You, you the readers of this story, may not want to read past the end of chapter three. It will probably make you very uneasy. I still am haunted by the expressed memories in this entry, and I wrote it! Sorry, I know that you want to know what happened, and you are probably thinking of hitting the back-browser button to explore other Danny Phantom stories. But, honestly, what better way to hear (well, read) a story told by Danny Phantom himself? You see, most people never get to hear the victim's side of the story. Which is why my parents made it into the newspaper five months ago. If you get the Amity Park Tribune, or National Geographic, you would have heared about all of this long ago. But, anyway, on with my tale. The harsh, brutal, and most disturbingly above all, true story of what I had to endour from my own parents, just five and a half months ago...when it happened one night.