I Hate Christmas

Phone Calls

Danny rushed upstairs and into his bedroom. He closed and locked the door behind him and answered the call. 

(Authors note: And I have no idea if early 2000 flip phones could answer 2 calls at once... so ima just jump out on a limb and say... Yes, they can, so Danny can talk to both Sam and Tucker off of his phone.)

"DANNY!" Is what Danny heard from the other line. Sam and Tucker called him at the same time and both screamed his name into the phone when they answered, in which almost blew out his eardrums. 

Danny pulled his phone from his ear as he was startled due to Sam and Tucker yelling his name at the same time. He brought his phone back to his ear and in a low voice he responded;

"Guys, not all at once, you almost took out my eardrum."

Sam then spoke afterwards. "Sorry Danny, didn't mean too, just... what is going on?"

Danny looked to the ground and bit his lip. "Wish I knew."

"Dude, this is serious tho, you attacked a family." Tucker pointed out.

Danny took a deep breath. "I know that... I just don't remember doing it."

"Well, what do you remember from that night?" Sam questioned. 

(Danny's pov)

So then I told them. I told them about the Snowman ghost, and about the next time I gained consciousness, I was in that pile of snow, surrounded by bloodied Christmas ornaments. I also told them about the me losing consciousness in the ghost zone. In the end, when I was done telling them, they were pretty shocked. 

(Third person) 

Danny finished telling Sam and Tucker his story, there was silence, Sam and Tucker didn't say anything afterwards, just silence. 

"Dude..." Tucker finally spoke. "You're in deep trouble."

"Thanks, I didn't realize." Danny replied sarcastically.

"You figure that the Snowman ghost has anything to do with this?" Sam asked. 

"Possibly." Danny answered. "May of ticked him off when I shot a hole through his stomach."

"I'd be mad too." Tucker said. 

"Yeh, but what I don't get is how and why the Snowman ghost is doing this. I mean, it could be some how over shadowing me, but I can usually remember what happens to me when that happens, I also am able to kick them out easier."

"Could it be like that time when Freak Show used his ghost controlling staff on you, Danny?" Sam asked. 

"Maybe, but I doubt the Snowman ghost has a ghost mind controlling staff on it." Danny responded. 

"Maybe it can mind control using a different way." Tucker put in.

"Good point Tuck." Sam complemented. 

Danny sighed and sat down on his bed. "I'm just scared that the attacking will happen again, this time being more deadly for the victims."

"We know..." Sam said in a pitiful whisper. 

Danny gave a small laugh. "This is dumb.... You know? Suddenly some Snowman ghost show up out of the middle of no where, and now I am suddenly ruining everyone else Christmases, and I have no idea why." Danny lied down on his bed and looked up at the ceiling. "Would have thought everything would have changed from last year, you know, with the Ghost Writer and junk." Danny sat up and gave a hopeful smile. "Though Christmas day won't be so bad, right? Usually my parents fighting slows down there... and the Ghost Christmas Truce exists, so I'll be left alone."

(Danny's pov)

Oh how wrong I was...

(Third person)

"Hopefully." Is all Sam could answer. 

"Maybe." Is what Tucker was able to answer. 

"Don't be so pessimistic guys." Danny responded. 

"And you're rarely optimistic." Sam pointed out.

"True." Danny agreed. 

Having little else to say Danny, Sam, and Tucker said their goodbyes and hung up. Danny, having a impending sense of doom building up inside him. 

(Danny's pov)

The good news was my parents stopped fighting over the existence of Santa Claus, the bad news? Where do I start? There's a Snowman ghost on the lose, that is apparently making me attack and harm innocent people, the whole town thinks I'm a monster, and the whole reason my parents stopped bickering is because they are now hell bent on hunting my ghost half down. And what do I have to say about this? Merry Christmas.