It's very gross out right now... Ew

And I found out what I'm going to be for Halloween... Yes, I go Trick or Treating. Hello, free candy.

Honestly, Danny didn't know what to do. He was afraid, he wasn't saying he wasn't, he was actually terrified. But he was supposed to be helping, freaking out wasn't going to help anyone. But he had never been this close to a corpse, hell, he's never even seen a real corpse, if you're not counting ghosts. Even ghosts were different though, at least they'd move, and their eyes would follow you and basically, they just acted alive. But Carrie, she just laid there, not moving, dead eyes staring into space.

"What happened?" He finally asked Mona.

"I... I don't know. The lights went off, and when they came back on... She was just like that." Mona was able to spit out. Danny looked at Carrie more closely. It looked like she didn't have a scratch on her, almost like she literally just... dropped dead. He heard the sounds of footsteps coming towards them and looked behind him to see Sam and Tucker coming towards him.

"Danny, what's-" Sam gasped as she saw Carrie lying there. Her first instinct was to look at Mona. It made sense, she was the last one seen with her. Sam looked at Danny before suddenly leaving the ride.

"Sam, wait!" Danny was going to follow her, but Tucker stopped him.

"Just, do what you have to do here, I'll go talk to Sam." He said. Danny sighed before nodding, signaling Tucker to go after her. It was starting to get crazy, ambulances, crime investigators, police, but Tucker managed to find Sam in the back of Danny's car, knees curled up to her chest. She wasn't feeling good, well, when you saw the corpse of a friend you wouldn't exactly feel great.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Do I look okay?" It was weird, they both knew she was terrified, yet her voice didn't shake at all. Tucker climbed into the car and closed the door, making his way to the back and sitting next to her.

"So, what's upsetting you? Mona, Carrie, or everything?" He asked.

"Everything... mostly Mona."

"You think she did this?"

"Who else? Mona was the last person with Carrie and she just suddenly ends up dead?" Tucker sighed as Sam went on. "You didn't see it. It's terrifying knowing Mona could do that."

"If she did it."

"She did! Why can't you except this is obviously the work of a sick ghost. It bought my character to life and now she's going around killing." Tucker raised an eyebrow. "We've faced crazy things together Tucker, don't look at me like I'm insane." He nodded before looking down, maybe she was right. Maybe it wasn't a coincidence. Maybe Mona was just a character come to life. But he needed proof.

"Okay, so, enlighten me. How can you know for sure that Mona is your character?" She breathed out, tilting her head up, feeling sick again.

"For one, when I was making her up, I thought about her history. I wanted her father to have multiple personality disorder, you know, so the 'crazy' can run in the family."

"Okay... That explains why her father is in an insane asylum. What else?" Sam looked at him.

"Her name."

"What about her name?"

"Her real name is-" Suddenly the car door opened, scaring them even more, if that was possible. Danny came in and shut the door.

"Are you guys alright?" He asked.

"Peachy." Sam said, it was meant to sound sarcastic, but she didn't have the energy for the effort. The color was drained com her face, she was sweating, the bottom line was, she looked sick. He laid the back of his hand on her cheek.

"You look really sick, I'm driving you home." He said as he switched to the driver's seat.

"What about you?"

"Don't worry about it, I did my part." He started the car, and the movements of the car started to make her feel even sicker. Tucker leaned over to her.

"What is it?" He whispered.

"What?" She asked.

"Her real name,"

"Right, it's-"

"What are you two whispering about?" Danny asked, looking at them from the rear view mirror. Sam shook her head nonchalantly, signaling Tucker not to say anything.

"She's just admitting how scared she really was." He said. A scoff died in Danny's throat.

"I don't blame you." Danny dropped Tucker off first, before heading back to Sam's house. He practically carried her to her room and placed her on her bed. He stood up beside her bed and crossed his arms.

"Today didn't really end as planned did it?" He asked. She shook her head, but she felt a sharp pain in her forehead. "You should sleep, maybe it will help." He was about to leave, but Sam grabbed his hand.

"You might as well stay," She said. In all honesty, Sam was terrified. There was no way she was sleeping alone tonight, if she even fell asleep at all, and she knew Danny felt the same way. She would have invited Tucker to stay over too if she hadn't felt so nauseous in the car. Danny looked at the door before moving to the other side of the bed.

"Okay." He slid under the covers and Sam turned to wrap her arms around him. "...Just between us, I'm kind of scared to sleep alone too." If it didn't take so much effort, Sam would have scoffed. They knew each other too well.

Ugh, it's so corny... mer

This is actually shorter than I thought it'd be... Oh, and I'm working on another story, and it has Vlad :DDDD

Anyway, please review, I'm gonna go get a Danny Phantom figurine... if I have money...