Lost but not Forgotten

Where am I?

Sam? Tucker?

Where are you guys!

I looked around and saw that I was in Amity Park. Hmm. That was weird. I could have sworn I had been in the ghost zone a second ago with my friends. I got up and looked around. It looked different yet familiar. I then saw something that made my bones shake. It was the Nasty Burger. It was in one piece and the memorial it once had for the death of my family and friends were gone! What the heck was going on! My black and white hair swayed in the wind. I was freaking out. Officially freaking out. My eyes were darting back and forth willing something that I recognized from my previous life to come out of the shadows or something! People were looking at me strangely so I hightailed out of there. I ran as fast as I could and as far as I could.

I ended up in the park. I went over to the fountain to make sure that at least I was still in place. My hair was still black with a white stripe in it and I was still wearing my Goth outfit that consisted of leather jeans that had chains and a cross hanging from it and a black tee shirt that has a skull on it with fishnet sleeves. I had a spiked choker and fingerless gloves. My hair covered most of one of my eyes which had "guy" liner on it. At least that much hadn't changed. I slumped down and wondered how I got in this situation in the first place. "Hurry up Danny!" I heard an unmistakable voice say.

I jumped up and looked to see it was Sam! B-But-but she was human! Alive! How is this possible! I then saw Tucker followed by another boy with blue eyes and raven-colored hair. It took me awhile to realize, after the shock had worn of, that the boy was me. Me when I was still normal. Or slightly normal. Can't get any much normal if you have- or should I say had- ghost hunting parents. It hit me like a blow to my stomach. I wasn't in my time- heck I wasn't even my timeline! I was somewhere where I was still ignorant of everything happening around me. Somewhere where the Nasty Burger accident never happened. Somewhere where they were not dead. I didn't feel so good. How did I end up here? What is my purpose? Clockwork can't interfere that damn prick. I didn't have to hide myself because I looked almost completely different from how I was back then. If I was going to live here then I was going to have to stay somewhere. Maybe I can use the innocent 'oh please help me I have nowhere to go' act. Perhaps the Manson's? No they don't need another Goth in their house. The Foley's? No they aren't that crazy. Well mom did take me in before. I could stay in my old house until I could find somewhere else! But that would mean dealing with the other Danny, Jazz, and my old parents. After their death the only ones that manifested as ghosts were Sam and Tucker for some reason. It would be too much for me to deal with so the Fenton's are out. I could just haunt some apartment with one of my forms. I pick that one. I can't go around addressing myself as my chosen name. What should my name be... The ghosts used to call me tons of names back in the days when they hunted me or when I hunted them. Now they all call me one of two names. Daniel or ... I prefer not to say the other one.

I'll think of it later. I got up and saw that the trio were looking at me which started to creep me out. Had I been making faces? I got up and got out of there.

When I was alone I flashed into one of my ghost appearances which looked like a biker and flew down to look at the houses. Which one, which one... found one!

I saw a house that looked old enough to BE haunted and saw that only a man lived there so I decided to scar him for life and get a good laugh at it. I picked a room that would make a good haunt. I started to make noises that would make shivers go down someone's spine. I filled my voice with hate, anger, and remorse. Putting all my feelings into it. If I was going to haunt I was going to do it like a real ghost. I felt my appearance change back into my old human form with the white tee and blue jeans except that I had a ghostly glow. I heard the door creak behind me. "Is anyone there?" I heard him ask.

I started to cry. Real tears. You can't be a ghost unless something terrible happened to you or you were seriously traumatized by your death. "I couldn't save them..." I said.

I knew to anyone else there would be an echo to. "Are you ok kid?" I heard the man ask.

"It's my fault they're dead... I couldn't save them... I betrayed them." I heard myself say.

I just let haunting instincts take over completely shoving all my pain and anger out through tears and power surges. I knew things had started to float in the room because I could hear the man starting to panic. I didn't enjoy it one bit but after haunting I would feel better."A-are you o-ok kid? You shouldn't be here with all these weird things happening. I'll help you." He said.

My face twisted into a malicious sort of smile even though tears kept rolling down my face. "Help me? You can't help me. No one can help me. I don't deserve help. I deserve to roll in pain and agony for all eternity." I said.

The man was starting to shuffle forward. He was very persistent. "What do you mean eternity? Hey aren't you that Fenton kid? Danny Fenton right?" He said.

"NO!" I yelled and things were flying. Silverware and such.

"Never again! I don't deserve the name of someone I killed!" I screamed. I wasn't looking at the man's face. Not yet.

"What the hell are you talking about kid? You're going to get hurt if you stay in here. You didn't kill anyone."

I then started to laugh. A sinister and evil laugh flowed through my chest and couldn't stop it nor did I want to. " What the hell are you laughing at kid? You're starting to scare me."

"You should be scared. I'm not a kid. Not anymore. I'm a killer. I'm a GHOST!"

With that I looked at him and I saw what I looked like through his eyes. I saw a ghost with a malicious smile on his face and glowing green eyes that seemed to drip with venom. A tear stricken face as well. My whole being seemed to glow even more than it ever had. The more a ghost haunts the stronger and the more sane they are. He backed away with eyes that held so much fear. Good he deserved to feel pain. He needed to see what the world was like through my eyes. With that he ran out of the room screaming. All of the items that were still in midair stopped and all the broken items came together and fixed themselves and everything went back to the way it was. I smiled. I hadn't haunted in a month and it felt good. I didn't feel a tad bit remorseful of what I did. It was only one human life. As mine was. I looked around at my new home and started to dump everything that I didn't need while my form changed back into my previous form. I then thought to myself, this was going to be the way it was for a while. Scaring and haunting people to get what I needed. I was still part human and I had my needs such as food and water. I then picked up a piece of paper that I had gotten. It said: Casper High Enrollment Form.