The Phantom and the Goth

Someone get Sam an organizer

When Sam finally calmed down she realized a few things:

One, the electricity was still broken so the only light they had were candles and a soft glow around Danny, that she just noticed. With the undead boy came also the second problem.

Danny.

What was he? A ghost? A zombie? A weird mixture of both? Like a.. Ghombie? Zost? Sam didn't know, and that scared her. In the short time she lived she was about 80% of the time right. To not know things -not even having a clue- scared her out of her mind.

Of course, she wanted to help the white-haired boy to move on but it still scared her not to know. As if the undead boy knew what she thought and felt, he smiled at her.

'Don't worry. It's gonna be fine and then you can move on with your life.' he said. Sam raized her eyebrows.

'Can you mind read or something?'

Danny smirked. 'No, but you pout in such a way I can easily understand what's going on inside your head.' Sam pouted an Danny laughed.

'C'mon Death Boy, let's go to my grandma's room.' without waiting for an answer she grabbed his arm and walked away. Danny's arm was cold -of course, she expected that- but still it came as a suprise. Guess I'm still not really comforteble with his dead-status. Sam's grandma had accieved many things in life such as becoming rich, getting a spoiled son and a granddaughter who could be her reïncarnated. But one of Agnes' more hidden hobbies was the register. Agnes had made it her goal to get information from every family tree in Amity Park. And guess what? She succeeded. She had managed to get family trees from 235 different families from about the 1400's until now. Agnes didn't like to brag about it, even though when Sam was little, Agnes showed it to her often than not. When Agnes became older the family tree register moments became rarer but other things came in place. Like ice-skating, talking about Sam's annoying parents, the creation of her bucketlist, going to the movies, stuff like that. But that didn't mean Sam didn't miss it sometimes.

And now she was about to show a ghombie/zost a part of her childhood.

She opened the door and turned the lights on. On different parts of the furniture lay a layer of dust. Sam walked towards her grandma's Kingsize bed and grabbed a few boxes from unterneith the bed.

Now where did she hid it..?

She opened the first box but she immediately got attacked by a hurricane of dust. She sneezed and put the box away.

Clearly, this was not the one she was looking for.

Sam searched for a little while, trying to ignore the rising panic when she didn't find anything.

So she focused on her undead companion.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Awkward ghost in the back.

Inhale.

Exhale.

She could do this.

No box in that room was unsearched that day. No box got granted mercy and many burried memories surfaced that day. Embarising baby photo's of her and her dad, old souvenirs from her grandparents world travels and a lot of couple-y pictures of Sam's parents. She blocked it in her memory the moment she saw it.

Sam glanced at the last unopened box. It was the last one. The files had to be there.

It couldn't be her grandmother had trown them away, right? Or worse, Sam's mom?

She opened the box, just to get over with it and looked.

Documents upon documents were found in this box. Sam exhaled a shakey sigh of relief.

Thank goodness.

'Okay, what was your name again? Danny Felton?' she asked.

'Danny Fenton.' he corrected.

'Right, right..'

She just tried to not get distracted with her mind clothes-swapping Danny and Draco Malfoy.

'Hey, I know him!' Danny pointed at a certain file on the ground.

Sam grabbed it and froze. It was an old picture, at least 50 years old.

Cold, calculated eyes stared right back at her. Or rather, the person taking the picture. His hair was combed neatly back into a ponytail. He wore nice clothes that showed his wealth.

'Tha-that's..Vlad Masters..'

And he hadn't changed a day.