WARNING: MY MIND IS MESSED UP. JUST BY READING THE FIRST SCENTANCE, YOU CAN TELL THIS IS GONNA BE MESSED UP AND VIOLENT. DO NOT READ IF YOU CANNOT SIT THROUGH A HORROR MOVIE, OR GET EASILY GROSSED/FREAKED OUT.

btw, I AM NORMAL! I AM A NORMAL HUMAN BEING!

READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED (hehe i've always wanted to write that x3)

(Sam's POV)

I sat on my bedroom floor laughing insanely. My bedside clock glowed: 5:21am, in harsh red. It was always 3 and a half minutes off from Danny's. I bet Jenni never knew that. Jenni the freaking perfect Barbie-Girl. I had my entire fool-proof plan layed out in my head. How I'd do it, when, how. Even a backup plan, incase the blondie decided to fightback. But that was highly unlikely.

Everything was gone. My sanity for one. That one was obvious. My fear, also, was gone. Along with any hints of sympathy left for the girl. I suppose it was my fault, in the end. I was the one who let her under my skin in the first place.

I laughed again. This was rediculous! Not my plan. My plan was good. It will help rid everyone of her. My plan wasn't rediculous, it was her. She was rediculous. With her pretty hair and eyes, and ever so perfect attitude that made Danny swoon. It's like she had a curse, some sort of black magic following her everywhere she went. All the guys thought she was this goddess. And it's not just the guys, oh no. Not just the guys, but the girls too! They all wanted to be her. Because she is just the best damn thing on this planet.

But... why? Why was she the pure definition of perfection? Because she was Jenni, that's why. Because she was born to mess everyone up. That's the only logical explanation. It has to be... right? No! It's not!

She has infected my brain! She is in there, eating away all my senses of everything, and until nothing remains, that Barbie is stuck there. Invader. Invader of minds. And invader of love. There. I admit it. She took my Danny away. And now, I don't have him anymore.

She's just a pest. A bug that won't go away. No need to call the exterminators, when you can do the job yourself.

I rolled around on the floor and laughed somemore. It was really quite silly when you think about it. When you sit and obsess about it. It's funny.

My mom knocked on the door. I think she was worried. I snapped back to reality for a few seconds. Just a few. Enough to take off the ring, and realize...

That's precious. Another thing that witch has done to me. She infiltrated my mind, and distracted me. And now I was gone. Forever.

I giggled, remembering the price of the ghost ring. About 6 or 7 hours. It's been around 9.

Jenni... exterminated... me. She got rid of Sam Manson. I'm gone now.

I sat paralized on the floor, unable to think, or move. My mother, she figured out how to unlock the door and peeked in. She never saw her daughter. Instead, another girl. A stranger. She sat on the floor, in the middle of the dark room. A smile reaching her lips, she started to giggle.

"Oh, hello there, sweetie. Is Samantha in there with you?" my mother said as softly and as sweetly as she could. I could tell that I frightened her, and I didn't mean to. Really. I just turned my head, agonisingly slow, towards her. She looked into my pain-filled eyes, as I calmly shook my head 'no'.

"Do you know where she is?" my mother sounded upset. Like she was going to cry. I nodded my head 'yes', in the same fashion as before. She waited patiently for my response. I thought the word in my head as hard as I could. I felt a connection with her, like, our minds almost becoming one. Then, into her head, I whispered, 'Gone'.

I couldn't stand to see my former mother stare at me anymore, so I slowly disappeared. It was like I disentigrated into the darkness of the room. And my former mother, now in silent falling tears, fell to the ground. She understood what I, the stranger bearing unpleasent news, had informed her of. And it was almost like, she accepted it. It saddened me.

Seeing the sad display before me, made me rethink my decision of killing Jenni. But then I remembered all of what she has done, and the plan was back in motion.

I smiled to myself, and flew out of the room that depressed me so, and onward to vengeance. This will be a sweet victory. All I have to do is murder her, and we will all be free.

BACK At THE FENTONS

(No One's POV)

Jenni was putting away her clothes in the drawers of Jazz's dresser that had been cleared out earlier for her, since she was going to be staying there for a while. She had just finnished up when she heared someone calling her name, not worriedly, or jokingly, or even genuinely. It was eerie, and warning.

Jenni... Jenni, why did you do it? the voice called. The blonde looked around, but couldn't find the source of the voice. "Hello? Who's there?" She called into the empty room.

Jenni, why did you destroy her life? What did you have against her? Was it all about Danny? the last part, about Danny, struck Jenni. It sent shivers of fear down her spine.

"What are you talking about?" She called again.

Sam Manson. The name hung in the air like suffocating smoke. "I don't know what you mean!" Jenni cried. She was truely frightened.

What do you mean you don't know what I mean? You ended her life, Jenni! She no longer exists because of you! the voice was angry, and it whipped around Jenni like a tornado. It was becoming overwhelming for Jenni. She wanted to scream, and cry, and beg for mercy. She wanted this terrible nightmare to end, she couldn't handle it anymore.

The frightened girl fell to her knees on the ground, and burst into tears. Her hair, along with everything in the room was being whipped around as if there was a massive wind storm within the small chamber by the angered ghostly presance.

Danny, who was downstairs, hered Jenni's cries and jumped off the sofa and ran to her aid in a hurry, tripping on the stairs, and sliding around the corners of the hall.

When he reached his sister's room, the door was opened slightly and Jenni's weaping could be heared within. He slowly opened the door, and saw Jenni curled up on the floor bawling her eyes out in the quiet, undisturbed room. He walked up to her carefully, and kneeled on the floor beside her. "Jenni?" Danny said softly. He reached out to touch her shoulder, but a voice stopped him.

I wouldn't do that. Danny looked behind him, to see the bluish purplish haired girl from earlier that day standing behind him. His attention strayed to the girl on the floor once again, who gave a small shreik. She looked utterly defenseless laying there on the floor, all crumpled up.

Danny looked back at the ghostly figure behind him to find her absent. He gave a confused face to the empty spot where she once stood. You can't help her. The girl said, now kneeling on the other side of Jenni. I guess 'said' isn't the right word, more like thought. True, she no longer had a voice, but she could still speak. It's just a matter of being inside of your head.

"Who are you? And what are you doing to Jenni?" Danny practically growled in fury at the ghost. She remained calm, however. She loved her new ghost power.

I am simply informing her of her wrong doings, and punishing her for them. Her voice filled the air, it was beautifull. It echoed off the walls, and through Danny's mind. "What did she do wrong, and what are you doing?" he was angry and defensive. The new ghost girl was wrong about him. He had changed, and was now and forever on Jenni's side. And nothing would change that now. He can't be saved. So, he must be eliminated too.

She ruined, then ended a life. Such a waste. Her scentance, death, of corse. I am inside her mind as we speak, she knows the wrongs now. the ghost giggled, and stroked the girls hair. She looked insane, but yet... It was a very hard thing to explain.

Danny was at a loss for words. He wanted to scream at her that she was insane. That her accusations were wrong. But, he didn't have enough information. Yet.

"Who?" was all he could say. It came out small, and sad.

Sam Manson the name floated in the air, as Jenni's body slowed, just as her breathing did aswell. She seemed to completely stop, frozen in time. Then, Danny noticed her entire body harden, and become glass-like, before shattering into millions of pieces.

He was paralized. Danny couldn't process what he had just witnesed. The information gathered didn't make any sense in his mind, they just scrambled uncontrollably.

She had avenged Sam. The ghost was happy now. She smiled at the shards of glass, and looked up at Danny. Sweet Danny. She knew Sam didn't exist anymore, but, she knew that Sam wouldn't want her to hurt Danny. So, she decided it would be best, if she left.

The ice blue eyed girl stood, and Danny watched as she disappeared with a smile on her face, and a finger to her lips. A wind picked up in the room as she departed, her long beautiful hair blowing softly. Remember, Danny... she whispered one last thing to him, before she was gone completely.

...You can't trust everything.

Danny realized that as she left, the room faded back to reality.

Everything on desk and dresser was left perfectly untouched, the bed was still neatly made. And on the floor, in his arms, lay a bloody heap of flesh that had once been the cute little blonde haired ghost girl, Jenni.

Jazz heared some commotion upstairs, and decided to snoop it out. She screamed in horror at the gory sight, and then everything blurred for Danny.

He remembered... The bloody corpse of his friend... He knew Sam was dead, no... that wasn't right... gone. Yeah, Sam was gone. And... He went to the hospital, where the doctors told him... what was it? Flesh? Skin? Yeah, Jenni's skin. It was found under his fingernails. After that... He was admitted to the... House. Right. The CrazyHouse. The Fun House of Horrors, where you sit out your days, slowly, insanely, in this big white cushy room, all tied up. They say it's so he can't hurt himself. Hurt himself? Hurt... him... oh, oh yeah. He got depressed. He tried to end his life with a blade. That's right. Then? He can't remember what else.

No one came to visit him, poor Danny. The Fenton's tried to move on. They became a family of three, and told everyone about their only child, Jazz.

Tucker, shortly after hearing of the incident, had tried to hang himself in the school washroom a few times before electricuting himself in the bathtub with his computer and other various electronics. Might aswell go with something you love, right?

No one has heared from Kendra or her mother since they got the news. Rumor has it they moved to a small village outside of Tokyo, but obviously no one believes it.

No one has heared of Vlad since then either. Most presume he's dead.

You're wondering what happened to the ghost girl? The girl with no mother or father, or even a name? She's still around today. She never ages, or grows. She never eats, or sleeps. Just just roams around, sometimes paying a visit to Danny. She rides in the wind, and hides in the shadows. I bet, she's there, with you as you're reading the end of this tragic story. I bet she's reading it over your shoulder. But don't turn back, because you won't see her. But she's there, I'm sure of it. She always is.

Heheh, so. That concludes this fanfic x3

Yay! I' ve never finished a story before, so... yay me! hahhaaha! x3

And I think there is something SERIOUSLY wrong with my brain! I was like, 'Ok, so I'll just kill off a bunch of characters, so I can honesty end this fanfic.' and I think I got a little carried away in the drama department... Heheh... yeah. =3='

I have serious brain problems... why am i thinking of this stuff? well... i dont regularly think of this, so... i guess that's not too bad... and it is 1am on a school night... no excuses! i am just plain messed in the head.

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