Hi. Long story short, my friends suggested I write to help with my stress levels, so here I am, and there you are. Don't bother reading this. I just needed to put something into words.

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Chapter 1:A beginning from the end

Some ghosts can't remember how they died. I mean, it's understandable. Death is horrific. Your body gets all still and cold, and you stop breathing, but you're still there. Your eyes are still open and you can hear the screaming, or the flames, or just dead silence. It just depends on how you die, I guess. But what most people don't realize is that even after your heart stops beating, you are still there. Your friends may be grabbing your hands or shaking your shoulders, and you can feel it. You know you're dead, but how can you know? You're not supposed to think. You're not supposed to be. But you are.

You don't stay, though. It all depends on you. If you're ready to move on. Most people are. They don't realize they're still there, that they can still feel their body turning cold, that they can smell the blood they brought to the surface. They just accept death and that's that. They're done. They just...move on.

Others aren't do lucky. They notice. When you die you're still aware, and they can feel that. Sometimes it terrifies them, which leads to more negative emotions. Though less common, some people accept their fate, and observe the aftermath with startling clarity. These people, who know they are still there, can choose. They can choose to get up, to move away. And many discover they can. They can move. They can open their eyes, they can speak, they can escape the horror that is their own death. But there's so much more they can do. They can float. They can fly. They can turn intangible.

They can become ghosts.

It's a choice. No one becomes a ghost against their will. You have to choose.

Many ghosts remember how they died. It's a touchy subject. Bad memories. No one becomes a ghost unless they fear death, and its permanence. That's why ghosts have obsessions. It's their reason to exist, to continue being aware. It was the reason they chose to move. Most exist to counter a bad ending, like Ember, the rockstar ghost, who died from a stage fire. As she had chosen to embrace the flames, so she chose to continue her existence and find in death the success she was denied in life. Skulker was killed in a horrific hunting accident, and now makes up for it by striving to be the ghost zone's greatest hunter. Spectra suffered from depression, so in her death she revived herself anew as a creature who not only fed off negativity, but thrived on it. Yet even though their afterlife prospers, ghosts hate the reminder of how they too once used to breathe. Revisiting their rebirth is a painfully bittersweet memory. Most hate discussing it at all. Why? It's a vulnerable thing, a human at the point of death. It was their weakest moment in life, and from that weakness, they were allowed to cling onto the world of the living, afraid of what lay beyond. Every ghost has a beginning. Every ghost was born out of human weakness, returning to the world through an unwillingness to accept reality as it was, and the reminder is painful. Every one of us hates remembering the day it all began...on the day everything came to an end. We prefer not to speak of it, and yet we are so sensitive to our past weakness we cannot help but confront it. The Box Ghost collects boxes even though they crushed him to death. Walker runs a prison for ghosts even though his last prison's inmates killed him. The Lunch Lady Ghost constantly serves meat, yet food was her downfall. We all have our stories. Youngblood died from childhood leukemia. Pariah Dark was assassinated. Cujo the ghost dog was put down as a puppy. We all have a reason why we're still here, why we chose to leave behind our chilling corpse and take on the world a second time. No matter what kind of ghost, we all have our reasons. Even me. Some of us stay for revenge, to properly live out our dreams, or act out intense desires at our moment of death, like me.

My name is Phantom, and I was electrocuted at the age of fourteen.

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Haha yeaaah sooo um...I'll just leave this here. TG out

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Only thirty minutes away from a certain half ghost's house, Paulina Sanchez gaped at her computer screen. She whipped out her phone and typed a message to her best friend, glancing at her laptop only once as her fingers tapped against her newest phone with dizzying speeds.

starr! u gotta see this! i found a phantom fanfic! *.,* its called my epilogue! omg go reads it its amaz! :3 :3 :D

Her phone whistled merrily as she hit send. Grinning, the latino girl pulled her laptop closer and scrolled to the bottom, clicking "Favorite Story" and "Follow Story". She refreshed the page and giggled before leaning back and studying the screen before her.

"Hmm. Thermosghost? Funny name."

She hesitated, her eyes drifting over the top left corner curiously. After a moment Paulina leaned forward and clicked "Review", the rapid clicking of keys filling her otherwise quiet room.

New fanfiction for all you Phans to enjoy! I'm breaking my own fourth wall when I say this, but I DO NOT OWN DANNY PHANTOM OR FANFICTION NET, and that disclaimer right there does indeed apply for this entire story. Danny and I would both appreciate reviews! ;D