I have revised this chapter, adding a few things. I'm sorry that I havent updated yet, but i have an extreme case of writers block. Sorry.

I dont know if revised chapters show up on the alert list sry.

Revised chapter 6
The sun shone brightly through the parted curtains, waking up the room's only occupant. Taylor shifted as her mind drew from the comforting hold of sleep. She turned away from the light and pulled the covers her head.

'Peace and Quiet.'

Crash!! Clank!!

Taylor shot out of bed. Her feet got tangled in the covers and she fell to the floor with a thud.

"Owww..." Taylor moaned. Her heart slowly calmed. 'I bet I know who made that noise,' she grumbled.

Glancing up at her bedside bookshelf, she looked at her alarm clock...Only to find it not there.

'Where is my alarm clock?!' She looked around, and slowing her frantic heart, she faded into an angrier mood.

'I know that I had it right here when I went to bed last night. So where did it go?'

She got out of bed with an annoyed sigh and searched around the bottom of her bookshelf, trying to see if it had fallen off or something. Well, it wasn't around the sides, nor was it in between the bookshelf and the wall.

'Where is it?!'

She crawled over to her bed and looked underneath it. Upon seeing nothing but shoes, boxes, and blankets, she got back up and searched her entire room.

'Chair…book…backpack…shoe…retainer, so that's where it was.' She picked up the item, pocketed it, and continued her search.

'Belt…hairbrush…pencil…notebook…volleyball…sock…'

"Uggh, Its just not here!" She whispered angrily. Sitting on her bed with a thud, she put her hands on her temples and tried to massage away the headache that was beginning to surface.

'Let's see, Hanna couldn't have taken it, she's not home right now; Charlie should still be asleep so he's out of the picture; Caretaker wouldn't have done it, he's too nice; so who did it?'

She was just about to give up when she saw something out of the corner of her eye; a bright read object. She let her hands fall to her lap and face the out of place object. It took her less than a second to realize that the object wasn't hers; hey, her room may be messy but she did know what didn't belong there.

Upon closer inspection, she saw that it was a red bandana with silver designs that dimly resembled a dragon. A satisfied smirk grew on her face; she knew who the bandana belonged to, and if it was in here then it probably meant that he had been here recently when she wasn't home.

'And if one of them did it, I'm sure that the other one was in on it as well. Hmm… I wonder where if I'll have to hunt them down or I could lure them into a trap. Choices, choices.'

Quickened footsteps approached her open door. 'Well what do you know; it seems that they are going to come to me.' Taylor quietly got to her feet, preparing to pounce on the two little gremlins that were approaching her door. She inched a little bit closer, making no sound at all. The footsteps were close now, so close...

'Wait for it...don't jump the gun...wait...wait...' She repeated over and over in her head. Two small shadows fell across her door and the footsteps reached their crescendo...

'Now!!' Taylor sprang forward with a battle cry, catching the two kids by surprise. The two boys, each of them being nine years old, reacted quickly and spun on their heels, racing the other way.

"Get Back Here!" Taylor roared. A black alarm clock was clutched in one of the boy's hand as he took off down the hallway.

"Caesar! Tommy! Give me back my clock. NOW!!" Squeaks of pain were heard as Taylor soon caught up with them. Yelling all the while about how many times she told them to stay out of her room.

A few minutes and two goose eggs later, Taylor was standing triumphantly over two boys with her alarm clock in her possession once again. The boys were on the floor nursing their bruised heads, and shooting Taylor a mixed look of pain and dislike.

"Hopefully I won't have to tell you again not to take my stuff. Now go on, and try to stay out of trouble." She shooed to two boys out of the room and then she herself went into the kitchen to get her breakfast.

'What a wonderful start to my day.'

...time skip...

'Well, I'm glad that's over with.' Taylor thought as she finished her breakfast. Her alarm clock was currently sitting back on her dresser and the two boys from earlier, Tommy and Ceasar, were nursing their brused foreheads. She glared at them, the look in her eyes clearly stating that they were lucky Ms. Lockeg had shown up when she did. (Ms. Lockeg is the care taker of their orphanage.)

Taylor quickly put away her empty bowl and spoon, and headed up the stairs toward her bedroom. She wanted to find some peace and quiet so that she could think about what happened last night.

She put a 'do not disturb' sign on her door and locked it. Now nobody would disturb her unless they had a death wish. Even though she was normally a calm person, she still had one extreme temper when messed with.

She sat down on her bed, leaned back on the pillows, and let her mind wander back to what had happened last night.

'Let's see...I went into the old Fenton's house...demolished a stair case...got saved by a ghost that shouldn't exist...became friends with said ghost...and pretty much said that I would come back. Man, what did I get myself into?'

But the ghost seemed to be just so lonely...maybe that was why she said what she said. She was sure that ghosts didn't care for the living and she had heard that they wanted humans dead. So why did this one save her?

'I guess I'll never know unless I ask him.'

The ghost, no, Danny, seemed so happy to know that Taylor was coming back. So maybe, he was different. Maybe ghosts are more like humans than people think. Some of them just want to rest in peace.

Ghost professionals say that a person becomes a ghost because of a need to get something acomplished, to finish something that they couldn't get done while they were alive.

'I wonder why Danny became a ghost.' Taylor thought. 'I can't ask him that, he might get mad at me.'

'But...what didn't he get acomplished that made him need to stay in this world?' Taylor's thoughts began to circle themselves like a dog chasing its tail. Until the red light of her clock caught her attention.

'1:00' Well maybe I can visit him. If he is stuck on this plane, then I want to be able to have helped him.'

Taylor had always wanted to have helped some one. Maybe this was her chance. 'Besides if I let this slide then I would always be wondering what would have happened if I had the courage to do it.'

Her mind made up, she retrieved her backpack, laoded up a few things, and headed towards the Fenton's house. Wondering the entire time, what she had goten herself into.

Well, there is the revised verision. I hope that you liked it.

I'm really sorry that I havent updated in so long, but I have an extreme case of writers block. I need an idea, plz let me know id you have any idea of what i should do next. The next chapter will be when Taylor and Danny meet again, what should I have them talk about. Plz let me know!

Another note: for those of you who have read my other stoyr, the Phantom's Gem, I am in need of assistance. I am having trouble writing a fight scene, so if you would like to help let me know. Thanx.