Sam

Pain, everywhere. Run faster Sam. Run! I knew I was going to fall before I slipped. I felt the impact of the slick street. I felt the sky pour down it's oversized tears. I felt his knife before he cut my throat.

"Have a nice nap, Little Samie." He laughed.

I closed my eyes. I knew today was going to be the end of me. My life slipping through my fingers. I've only seen this guy one other time, at my father's poker table. My father lost a few thousand dollars, and this man was going to make me pay the price of my father's ridiculous addiction.

My fahter had never approved of me. I was a bit of a, well, nerd I guess. I wanted to make it out of this crappy little hole my father had pulled us into. I wanted to go to college, be successful, and most of all, I wanted to draw. I had a hand for portraits and watercolors. I wanted to be a young Picasso. I had dreams. But now, in a matter of seconds, that would all be gone. Thanks Dad.

I saw the glint of the knife in the freezing rain. It's pressure in my neck increased, and a small trickle of blood seeped through the cut.

"Night, Little Samie." The man said.

The knife cut, only not all the way, leaving me gasping for breath. I saw a brilliant light, and the man was gone. I wasn't bleeding anymmore. I looked down. I wasn't bleeding because I wasn't alive. A scream built up in my throut.


Dannyella

School. Five more minutes of it. Work, five hours of that. Home. I shivered. Home wasn't where i wanted to go. I wanted to go to my hidden little area in the park and work on my music. I wanted to feel the steel of my guitar strings and the vibrations of my vocal chords. I sighed. I finished scribbling my notes then packed up. Two more minutes.

I felt an arm slide around my waist. Mark.

"Hey, sweetness. How's a little date, just you and me, sound?" he asked, trying to seem charming. Five years of this crap and i knew to say no.

"Get. Your. Arm. Off. Me. I swear if you so much as look at me wrong, you don't even want to know what i can do wihtout even glancing at you. Let's see, I can call this harrasment and possibly get you suspended or expelled. I can call it bullying and deffinetely get you into some serious counseling, or I can just go to my counselor and get your butt sued. Pick." I wanted to drop-kick his butt so bad.

His tightened his arm, then let go. "I'll get you someday, Kitty."

Oh,heck no. His grubby little hands were going no where near me. The stupid idiot.

The bell rang. I walk out of the classroom. I sighed. It was raining, hard. I lived in Greer, Arizona. I pulled my coat tighter around me. I started my long trudge to the little cafe I was a wiatress at. I rounded up on the creepy alleyway. I heard someone fall. A moment later, this blinding light burst out of the alley. Frozen, I stood there for a second.

I ran.


Sam

When I walked out of the alley, I saw a girl, she looked stupified, then, she busrt out running like a freaking deer.

"Wait!" I yelled after her.

She couldn't hear me. A moment later, she glanced over her shoulder. I recognized her face from school. Dannyella Lightfoot. Good name for her. She was fast, and pretty. Just about every guy in school who didn't know her loner reputation was trying to go out with her.

I started thinking about what I remebered about her. As soon as I did, I kind of flashed next to her. Okay, I officially have freaky ghost powers. Peachy.

I followed her on her way to where ever it was she was going. As she walked, she tied a dingy old apron around her her waist, and swept her long ebony hair into a pony tail. Dannyella sighed.

"Just breathe. It's not like the Adopteds are going to notice you're ten minutes late. They dont notice when you're fifteen early." she mummured to herself.

"Who are the Adoteds?" I unintentionally asked aloud.

She froze. "Wh-who's there?"

I thought for a second. Well, might as well talk to her now that I can.

"Don't worry, it's just me. I'm Sam." I said.

She whipped around. "Where are you? What are you doing to me?"

"Can't you see me?" I asked, waving my hand in front of her face.

"Who are you?" she yelled.

I wanted her to see me. I wanted her to calm down, and, for some odd, odd reason, she did. See me that is, as for calm, not so sure.

Dannyella screamed. "What the crap!? How'd you do that? And do I, do I know you?"

"Umm, maybe? I'm Sam." I reached out to shake her hand. It slipped through hers.

Her face paled. She looked up at me. "You're a ghost." She murmured, now suddenly calm. "For a second there, I thought. . ." She trailed off.

"Thought what?" i asked.

"Nothing. If you don't mind me asking, how did you, ya know, die?"

I laughed bitterly. "You could ask my father that. If he had stopped gambling like he was supposed to, maybe I'd be alive right now. No, I would

be alive right now."

Sirens rang down the road. "What's that?" Dannyella asked.

"Those are probably the police looking for my dead body. I think I just got murdered." I replied.

A second later, she was on the ground, out cold.


Dannyella

I woke up in a pile of leaves, and that Sam ghost, person, thing was gone. Sam, that name was so familiar, and that face. It hit me, his pale hair and silver eyes had once been black strands and green irises. That was Sam Fairchild. That was the boy I spent hours a day trying to write about, describe the way he moved, talked, and seemed to flow. Now, he was gone.

I heard the rap-tap of heels. Crap.

"Dannyella! Why in the world are you not at the cafe. You're parent's didn't leave you in our care just so you could slack off, and sleep in the street!" My "mother" screeched.

A flash of white caught my eye. Was Sam still here?

"Dannyella May Lightfoot, are you listening?" she asked.

"No sorry, I must've slipped. I think I got knocked out." I said as I tried to stand up.

I felt dizzy and light-headed, and the fading light of day hurt my eyes. I groaned. I, no matter how crappy I felt, am still going to have to work today. I felt my legs buckle. Unlike the cold pavement I was expecting, I felt warm arms wrap around me.

"I can take her home." a familiar voice rumbled. Ky, my best freind. Well, only friend. I moaned my agreement.

"Fine." was all my "mother" said. Her heels tapped away.

"Thanks, Ky. I owe you one." I said.

I heard the sirens wail again.

"Hear what happened? Some kid that went to our school, Sam Soemthing, got murdered down in that aleyway a few streets over." Ky said, shaking his head full of golden curls.

"I heard. How'd you get over here?" I responded.

"Heard about the murder and wanted to make sure you were okay. Saw you passed out and freaked." he explained.

Ky was one of those kids that everyone knew. He was on the football team, he played guitar, sang, he's cute, and for some reason unknown even to me, I was one of the only people he acctually liked and hung out with. I didn't realize it, but I was still wrapped snugly in his arms.

"I think I can walk Mr. Heroic." I teased.

He shook his head. "Nope, Mr. Heroic isn't through with Ms. Damsel In Distress." He swooped his arm behind my knees and carried me.

I giggled, and I heard his deep, rumbling laughter. He quited. "Dannyella, if I ask you something, will you give me an honest answer?"

"Of course! What is it?" I replied.

He set me down and cleared his throat, something he only did when he was nervous. "Well, we've known each other since second grade, and, well, I've always kinda, liked you, and I just wanted to ask," he cleared his throat again. "Will you go out with me?"

I saw the white thing again, this time, it came out from behind the trees. It was Sam. Suddenly I felt like I'd be betraying someone if I said yes.

"Kyle," I said, using his real name. "I just, don't know. I mean, I guess I don't feel the same. You know I love you like a brother, I'm really sorry."

Hurt flashed in his eyes as he nodded. "It's fine. I better, ya know, go."

He didn't even say one of his goofy little goodbyes. I felt horrible. I mean, honestly, I just broke my best friend's

heart. What kind of person does that. I sat down on the leaf covered path. The trees on either side of the road loomed tall and seemingly unreachable.

I felt someone behind me.

"Bad day?" Sam asked.

I squeeked. "Sam Don't do that, you scared the crap out of me."

He laughed. "I scared you?"

"Yah, well, I've been having a bit of a creepy day." I replied.

Sam's joking mood dissapeared and I realized my mistake.

"Oh, Sam, I'm so sorry, I didn't-" I tried to appologize, but he cut me off.

"It's fine." he replied.

"No it isn't I mean, I'm really sorry, I'm just so used to, ya know, seeing you everyday." i said.

"How do you see me. I mean, we don't even have any classes together." he asked, suspicion rich in his voice.

I blushed, my cheeks hot.

"I-um-well-you see- I kind of try to write songs aout you. A lot. Like, a lot." I confessed.

He looked shocked. "You- the most naturally beatiful and musically talented person in the shcool that doubles as the sort-of loner- try to write about me?"

"You think I'm beautiful?" I asked.

It was his turn to blush. The scarlet of his cheeks made his hair look like snow, and his eyes sparkled. It was a nice blush.

He realized I was staring, analyzing his face. I felt my face turn into a tomato. He laughed, the sound inspired me. Lyrics ran through my head. he moves like/he sounds like/ the wind rustlin through the trees. I finered the chords that would match the flow of the lyrics. Sam laughed again.

"What?" I asked.

"You, you're doing that thing with your fingeres again. I've tried to draw you like that, but, it's kind of hard to get the look on your face right."

We both blushed. "You know, if I were in my right mind, I could scream 'stalker' and runaway. But considering I write about you, that would make absolutely no sense."

He laughed again, and I found myself smiling. Suddenly, he groaned in pain, collapsing.

"Sam, Sam, what is it?" I asked, freaking out a little.

Suddenly, he vanished, replaced by someone who looked just like him, but with inky hair and eyes.

I froze.


Ethan

Now is my chance, I thought as I crept up behind this Sam kid. I wanted to live again, and he was my only chance.

I was a ghost, and he was a spirit. No, the two aren't the same, ghosts are the trouble-makers, where as the spirits are the goody-gody-two-shoes of the Haunted World. This kid had just died the same way I had. Killed to get revenge on our fathers.

This kid was a special case though. He was destined to be a ghost, but somehow turned himself into a spirit, therefore having the abilities of both. I was there when he got murdered, and I caused that light he and this Danyella saw. The only thing he didn't realize was that I set aside some of my abilities to preserve his body.

Now, all I had to do was knock this kid out and send him to Limbo long enough to get away. Silently, invisibly, I came up behind him. With a flick of my wrist, he was down. A small spell, and he had his five minute in Limbo. It was time for the girl.

I flashed my apparition, ans she froze.

"Sam?" she whimpered.

Wiht a malicious smile, I gave one tilt of my head, no. She tried to run and I caught her in a net of my powers. She tried to ram her way past me. I changed my position, standing in front of her.

"Night little Dannyella." I said, sending a wall of my powers at her.

In seconds, she was on the beaten path, out. With my job done, I flashed to my old home. My parents hadn;t cared enough to stay, and I scared the other residents of. The house was slightly overgronw, and vacant. It wouldn't be for long.

I was determined to live again.


Sam.

I couldn't move. I couldn't see, and I could tell Dannyella wasn't here. Where is she? I saw dim light, starting to brighten. Suddenly, I was tumbling out of where ever I was, back onto the little road where I had left Dannyella. I forced my eyes open. And I saw her.

Her hair was spleyed like a halo around her head, and she was out cold, again.

"Dannyella." I said, crawiling over to her.

Nothing.

"Dannyella!" I yelled, trying to shaker her.

Her eyelids fluttered. I forced myself to be heard one more time.

"Dannyella!" I shouted.

Something. She bolted up.

"Sam? Sam?" she whimpered.

"Sh, I'm here," I whispered.

"He looked just like you, but his hair and eyes looked like coal. He made you disappear, Sam." she was scared.

"Whatever he was, he's gone now." I comforted her.

For some odd reason, I felt compelled to find this house. It was overgrown, and looked old. And it was vacant.

"Dannyella, I think I have to find this house, you know, to move on I guess." i told her, describing the house I saw.

She nodded. "That's twostreets over form the alley, down about four houses. It's been vacant for about three years now. Everyone says it's haunted."

"Thanks." I said, turning to leave.

"Wait," she shouted at me. "I'm coming too. I want to see this guy go down. I have a feeling he's the thing haunting that place."

I nodded. "Fine, but at the first sign of that guy, you're gone. Got it?"

She nodded once, no longer afraid.

Two blocks later, the silence had become unbearable.

"So," we both started at the same time.

She gigled, her ebony hair bouncing. "You first."

"Just wondering, but what was it that guy wanted, you looked pretty sad after he left." I replied.

Her face went stony. "That was Ky, he's my best friend. He asked me out, and I said no."

I felt my eyes widden. "Why?!"

She turned her face to look at me. "I just, I guess I felt like, I don't know. It just, didn't feel right. That and if my parents caught me with a boy, I would probably end up joining you on the other side."

"Hmm. Anyway, what were you going to say?" I asked

"Ya know, I totally forgot." she giggled again.

I snorted. "I find it kind of funny, the day I was finally going to say hi to you, is the day I die."

"Well, you still haven't said hi yet."

"Hi!" I said.

She laughed, and I found myself laughing too. Our good mood came to an abrupt stop.

We found the house.


Ethan

I walked into the familiar setting of my house. Imediatley walking up the stairs, i thought through how exactly I was going to do this. I opened the door to the room holding Sam's body. I laughed to myslef. I was now considered a body snatcher. Sure I'd have darker hair than when I was alive. Sure I wanted my blonde-haired-blue-eyed form back, but he looked just like me. That's the thing about when we die. Our "colors" are swithced. White becomes black and black becomes white. Just our hair and eyes change.

I heard Sam and Dannyella come down my street. I flashed out of the house. They couldn't find me there.

But they would probably find Sam's body.


Dannyella

The house was old, and loomed over our heads. The gloom of the palce made it feel like a mausoleum. I lanted to latch into Sam's arm and freak out like a little girl, but I knew I couldn't.

We explored the lower level, gliding through the rooms and halls. We wound our way up the stairs. The upper level was a large loft, divided in the middle by a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf. the space to the right was empty save an old telvision and a couch/loveseat set.

Sam and I started making our way towards what lay on the other side of the bookshelf. books lined the walls, and lay open on the numerous tables. Someone had left all these book when they left, and I wanted to know why. As we looked around, I noticed something out of the ordinary.

A glass coffin overflowed with a murky, mistlike substsance. I tried to poke Sam's arm. Apparently he felt it.

"What?" he asked, lightly irritated.

"Umm, there's a coffin over there." I said, pointing to the corner it hid in.

He motioned for me to get behind him. I roled my eyes and trudge next to him. He glared at me.

"No offense, but I think I'll be better protected next to you." I said.

He just shooke his head.

As we came close to the coffin, the mist seemed to shrink away from us, curling around the body inside.

"Can you please get behind me? It's just make me feel better." he begged.

I nodded, I didn't want to see the face of the person that lay there. Suddenly, Sam staggered back a few stepps. Thumping down, e brought his knees up and burried his face in them.

I rushed over to him.

"Sam, Sam what's wrong, who's in there?" I asked.

"Me."


Sam

Why in Hades was my body here. Then it hit me. This Ethan guy. I remebered seeing images of him leaning over a coffin, this coffin. I jumped up.

"Dannyella! We need to le-" a boom rattled the house.

The shelves fell, and dust clouded the air, visibility was cut down to zero.

"Sam!" I hear Dannyella shout.

There was another crash as yet another shelf fell. Dannyella screamed.

"Sam! Help!" her voice was strained.

If anyone up there is listening, I thought, please let her be okay.

As I turned to fid her, but in a flash, I was pulled into teh coffin.

Sound seemed to turn off, and the smooth surface of the glas was freezing. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see. I heard Dannyella scream again.

She gave me the strenth to crawl my way out of the coffin. I looked at it before turning to go. The body was gone. The sound of sobs made me tear away from the sight.

I ran over to her.

"Sam?" she whimpered.

The top of a shelf had fallen on her arm and leg.

"I'm here Dannyella. But I don't know how I can help." I said.

"I-well I guess I didn't think of that." she tried to joke.

I took her hand. Mine didn't slip through.


Ethan

I felt the moment he broke through my defenses and touched his body. I felt the moment the bonding started. I felt the moment I stopped the linking. I felt the moment I created my own loophol.

His body isn't his own anymore. His body is half mine. I am determined to make it all mine.


Dannyella

The pain was everywhere. My vision ebbed as it blackened. I heard Sam say something, then I felt a hand in mine. I knew it was Sam's. I heard the gasp escape his lips, and I felt his arm circle around me, then the weight of the bookcase was gone. I was lifted up. I was struggling to fight an internal battle. Fighting to stay somewhat consious. It was a lost cause.

The moment the soft breeze of the outside world hit my face, I surrenedered. I let the darkness collapse around me.


I woke up the uneven motions of someone weaving their way around the forest. I groaned.

"Dannyella!" Sam exclaimed.

I felt him lose his footing. We tumbled to the ground, but somehow, he mannaged to slide under me, and lessen the impact for me. He lauhged.

"What in the world are you laughing about?" I asked as I rolled off of him.

"You have," he chuckled. "Leaves in you hair." he let out all his retained laughter.

I giggled, pawing at my hair, trying to get the twigs out. I jiggled my arm. Should be fine, definetley not broken. I tried to move my leg. Stupidest. Thing. Ever.

I gasped as I felt the bump on my leg where the bone was broken. My stomach churned. Sam scooted over.

"What? What is it?" he asked, concerned.

"Well, my leg is definetly broken. And, guesstimating from the sky, I'd say it's getting late. I have no clue as to where we are, so I guess we might as well call this an unplanned camping trip." I replied.

I pulled out my phone. On the third ring, Mommy Dearest answered.

"Where the heck are you?!" she nearly screamed.

I held the phone away from my ear, still able to hear her ranting. When the screeching ceased, I spoke.

"Sorry I didn't call earlier. A friend invited me to camping with her. We didn't have good reception. I'll be back by sunday though." I answered.

"Fine." she grumbled, hanging up.

Sighing, I slid my phone back into my pocket. Sam had a huge pile of leaves in his arms.

"Sam," I called.

"Hmmm?"

"What in the high heavens are you doing?" I asked.

He chuckled, setting the leaves down, he pointed at them. "Makin' a bed."

"Oh, that's a really good idea." I replied.

Looking around, I found a stick thick and longe enough to use as a brace. Ripping the hem off of my T-shirt, I straightened my leg out.

I tried not to make a sound, but it was a waste of energy, I moaned. Tying the stick to my leg at the knee, ankle, and thigh, I looked around for another stick to use as a crutch.

Sam saw me.

"What in the friggin world are you doing?" he asked, dropping his leaves and joggin over to me.

I found the perfect srick, with a 'y' shape at the top.

I stood up. "Making a crutch and brace. My leg is broken." I replied.

My leg hurt like freaking Hades, but it still felt good to be able to stand and sort-of-ish walk. Using my crutch, I started making a little pile for pillows. Then I started gathering some more to make the bed-thing-area a bit softer.

By the time night had fallen, Sam and I had a little patch of leaves for a bed wiht little stacks of leaf pillows. I layed down, resting my head on my arm. I looked at the trees around me. They weren't like the ones I was used to, these were thick, lush and intimidating. I had a feeling that we were nowhere near Greer.


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To my awesome dad for introducing me years ago to the world of paranormal and ghosts.