Author Note: Okay, I officially give up trying to follow the book. Thank you *tries to bow, but falls*, this is what happens when I try something new. I fail. Though, through failure, we succeed. However, I must return to my old way of writing because if I continue trying to follow the book exactly, I know I will fail- and the story will be flat.

~CWA

Chapter 4- Getting to know you:

Danny:
I sighed as I went into my house- my new home, actually. It was pretty nice. Single story, but large. The basement was converted into my lab and training area. All thanks to Clockwork. I was actually pretty happy living here- less stress, surprisingly.

The single floor was pretty big to me- two bedrooms, a guest room, kitchen, living room, three bathrooms (one for each bedroom). I was rather happy that I had finished painting and flooring the place too- dark black carpet, green walls with black decals at the bottom. There was a bed in the extra bedroom and guest room (both had black sheets, black pillows, and green blanket), along with a black empty bookcase, a black desk, and a black bean bag chair. I put things in there in case, over time, I meet someone and they move in- you never know.

My bedroom had a large water bed (hehe) with black and green blankets and green pillows. I had many NASA posters and rock band posters along my walls. Though, I also had large black bookcase filled with books about the paranormal. I had pictures…pictures from my old life…in my room to remember them. Seeing their faces reminded me what not to become- for them. I promised.

I rather enjoyed school though- funny, and interesting to play the part of the zombie. I wasn't lying when I said I was differently biotic though. I am just, different differently biotic.

I took a sip of tea- since I couldn't have coffee and then headed out for school. I always flew there. I didn't want to take the risk of driving or walking- I would be too fast for a zombie if anyone saw me. I hid in the alley near the school and transformed.

Phoebe:

I was looked down at my blank paper and sighed. My inspiration lately seemed to disappear- when id did write, it was about the undead. I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked up. It was Danny. He was a pretty cool guy…err zombie.

He waved slowly,

"Hey Phoebe."

His voice gave me chills. It was monotone, like all zombies, but it sounded different. It sounded almost like an echo and it sounded….haunting.

"Hey Danny," I said when I found my voice.
"Have you seen….Tommy?"

"I think he went to class."
"Thank you…"

I watched as Danny stiffly walked away. Something about him seemed different- not zombie different though. He seemed…off. Yet, he still seemed dead too. I didn't understand it though.

"Phoebe!"
I turned and smiled seeing Margi walking up. Her pink hair moving slightly- we were most defiantly still the Weird Sisters….minus one since Colette died….but I hope that we can work things out. I wish we could go back to how it used to be. She came up to me, briefly looking back to where Danny was walking.
"What was he doing?"
"Looking for Tommy."
She nodded, and then shivered.

"No offense, but Danny gives me the creeps- not like, a zombie, just," she shivered. I smiled sadly,
"Yeah…I know."

Adam came up from behind Marg,

"What's up? What did I miss?"
"Nothing much," I shrugged, "Margi and I were just gossiping about the new kid."
"Zombie," Adam corrected, "and what about him?"
"Doesn't he seem a bit…off…"
Adam shrugged,
"Eh, I guess. Don't all zombies do though?"
"Not like a zombie, just something."
"I…I guess you're right," Adam said, "But honestly, I don't notice that much. He's a good guy- I mean, there a few zombies that are a bit…not nice."
I shivered; remembering Tak- that guy puts horror movies to shame with that long black hair.

Danny:

I spotted Tommy- luckily, school was already out and mostly cleared out.

"Tommy," I greeted as I walked up.
"Danny…would you like…to come….to the haunted house? Meet….the….others?"
"Sure."

I was sure that if Tommy could smile- he would have. He was a nice guy. I understood him and the others- something dead, and different. Most people feared. Most people didn't understand. I clenched my fists briefly remembering all those people that hated something just because it was dead or different in anyway. Humans.

Tommy and I walked slowly out of the school courtyard and headed to the forest. I haven't thought too much about the forest- even if my house was there.

Tommy led me, slowly, through the forest until we came to a small clearing. There was a large house- that frankly did look like a haunted house. There were kids everywhere- sorry, teens. All of them were zombies, but I didn't recognize a lot of them, they must not go to our school. Not many zombies even went to the school- fear.

The building itself truly was very large. It looked almost Victorian with the architecture. There were a lot of vines wrapping around the building too. It was a fairly large opening too- there were about two cars parked as well.

"Welcome," Karen said as she walked up slowly, "To the...haunted house."

I would have smiled if 'zombies' could anyway. I needed to keep up the appearance of a zombie- to make them think I was one. It was safer, I didn't want the Guys in White to come. I didn't want the GiW to hurt them too.

"Danny," Tommy said as another zombie came up (who had red hair), "Meet…Evan."
I could tell Evan was trying to smile,
"Nice to meet you," Evan said.

"Like….wise," I said.

Evan was a pretty cool guy, I admit that.

"Do you need," Evan said, "….a place…to stay? We are…open."
I was a bit taken back that he and Karen were both almost speaking normally. He seemed a bit…preppy…or rather just really cheery and happy. He had that type of personality.

"No thanks," I said, "….My home is not…far from here…."

Phoebe:

Margi, Adam, and I were happily chatting and listening to some screamo in my room. Gargoyle, that little mutt, was sucking up to Adam. I think Gar favored him a bit. Margi was typing away at my laptop as Adam and I were talking about the class.

"I think it's cool," Adam said, "that Karen can talk so…normally."

I glared mildly at him and he rolled his eyes.s
"For a zombie wearing a skirt not even a cheerleader would wear," Margi said, "she's not that bad."
"Danny is kind of cool," I pointed out, "Once you get over how…creepy he can be sometimes."
"I think it's funny he researches ghosts," Adam chuckled.
"What's wrong with that," I shrugged, "they could be real."
"Oh come on, Phoebe," Margi said, "ghosts? Really?"
"Well, at one point people said that zombies weren't real either."

That sobered us up and led me into thought. I mean, if people thought that zombies weren't real, then for some unknown reason, teen zombies show up, what was that to mean that other things weren't real too?

"Found it," Margi said.

"Found…what," Adam asked a bit confused.

"A page about ghosts."
I sighed,
"Why?"
"Well, you got me thinking about ghosts and boom, a page about the world's most haunted location- Amity Park, Illinois. According to this page, which is some sort of fan base or whatever," Marg said, "ghosts are as common as dogs."
Adam and I both raised eyebrows and moved so we could see over her shoulder. The page looked a bit dark and gothic. The title of it saying 'Amity Park Horror.' There were pages on the website labeled 'ghost attacks,' 'ghost hunters,' 'ghostly visits', 'history,' 'Heroes,' 'fact or faked,' and a few others. The home page was what Margi was on.

Welcome to Amity Park Horror- a place where the horror of ghosts is more than a fairytale. Named the world's most haunted location, Amity Park, surprisingly, isn't that well-known. The tourists that do visit leave rather quickly. The ghosts just love to scare and attack.

Margi scrolled up and clicked 'history.'

"According to this," Margi said, "the attacks started when a ghost hunting family built a portal in their basement. The attacks are so common that they got reports on them on the news instead of the weather."
"They got," Adam asked, "what changed?"
"Apparently, it suddenly stopped a year or so ago after the ghost hunting family died."
"How did they die," I asked curiously.
"Uhh," Margi stuttered as she scrolled, "oh wow. According to this, a new weapon of theirs backfired- killed Maddie Fenton, Jack Fenton, Jasmine Fenton, Samantha Manson, and Tucker Foley. One member of the family survived- Daniel Jack Fenton. But he committed suicide later under the care of Vladimir Masters."
"Awesome names," I muttered, thinking of Vlad the Impaler (the one who inspired Dracula), and looking at the pictures they had- I relized that Samantha had a pretty cool look.

"Weird," Adam muttered.
"What," Margi asked.
"Daniel Fenton, look like anyone we know?"

I looked at the picture and my eyes widened,
"No way….that looks like our Danny."
"Do you think it could be him," Margi asked.
"Well," Adam said, "Danny Fenton did die, our Danny's a zombie and did have scars- I saw them, not hard to spot in his short sleeves, and…maybe he just dyed his hair and changed his name?"
"Why," Margi asked confused.

Adam shrugged,
"Don't know, might be something to ask him."

"If you're right," I pointed out, "if not then we look like a bunch of idiots."
"If I am right then we solved another piece to the mystery that is Danny."