Halloween Danny Phantom stories

The Letter

Valerie
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I used to have an older brother when I was younger. When my mom passed away, we all took it hard, but none of us took it as hard as my brother, Mike.

I remember I was about six, seven years old when my brother got carted off to the nut house outside of New Hampshire before me and my dad moved to Amity Park.

I can still remember the creepy grin on his face when he pointed the gun at me, saying 'don't worry, we'll be with momma again soon. This will only hurt for a second.' I remember screaming, my dad running in and managing to get the gun away from Mike while I called the police. He was arrested for attempted murder and was proven mentally ill by the court. I remember the last words he said to me before they took him away.

"I'll take you to see momma again when I get out, you'll see Valerie...you'll see..."

Those words had haunted me, I had nightmares about Mike escaping from the institution and hunting us down to finish the job. It was one of the reasons we moved, aside from dad getting hired by Axion Labs, and why my dad had me going through martial arts classes; so if anything happens, I could protect myself.

Our fears were put to rest when I was about eleven, we received a call from the institution that was holding my brother saying that he'd passed away from heart failure. Neither of us questioned how it was possible, we were just happy that he wouldn't be able to come after us anymore.

When we went to the funeral, I saw Mike laying in that wooden coffin and couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Sure he went over the deep end, but he missed mom just as much, if not more than me and dad did. He just wanted to see her again, we all did.

Thirteen years passed and I got a letter in the mail. I couldn't believe what the name on the letter was! It was Mike! I opened the letter and it said that he was coming to visit me, but how was that possible? After living in Amity Park for so long and experiencing it's weirdness, I knew ghosts existed, but why would a ghost go through the trouble of sending me a letter? I looked at the address and my blood ran cold.

Mike Gray
849 Briarwood Cemetery, New Hampshire

The immediate thought that I had was to call my friend Danny Fenton, who might have known what the hell was going on. I met up with him at a cafe and showed him the letter. He frowned and asked me if I thought Mike might have been a ghost and I said I wasn't sure. When Danny looked closer, his brow went into his hair and his eyes went wide.

"Uh Val, there's dirt on this."

I took the letter from him and looked closer at it to find that he was right, there was smudges of dirt on the envelope that looked like finger prints. I asked him if he could get his friend Tucker to look at it and he agreed. In the meantime, Danny said he wanted to see the place my brother was buried.

I picked Danny up at his place and we made the drive to the cemetery where the letter came from. Danny had a shovel with him, which I found odd, but I didn't question it. After three hours of none stop driving, we finally reached briarwood cemetery.

I lead Danny right to the grave, which looked normal; grass was growing on it and the flowers left there had long since withered away. The earth looked like it hadn't even been stepped on in thirteen years. We stood silently in front of the grave before Danny walked closer and stabbed the ground with the shovel.

"Danny! What the actual hell are you doing?!" I hissed through clenched teeth. "Checking something," He replied his brow wrinkled as he focused on the dirt in front of him. I asked what he meant but he didn't say anything more.

After what might have been a few minutes but felt like years for me, a thud of metal on wood met my ears. Danny tosses the shovel over the edge of the hole and pulled himself up. I watched as he leaned over and began to pry the lid off the coffin.

"Danny would you stop! You've done enough!" I said, I kept getting a bad feeling, like we were doing something we weren't supposed to and the feeling intensified as Danny continued to steadily wrench the box open, black bangs sticking to his forehead with sweat as he worked, graveyard dirt was smudged on his face and caked on his arms and clothes with the labor.

With a loud creaking sound, he finally managed to get the coffin lid up. He looked down into the coffin and got a weird look on his face.

"Valerie...come here a sec?"

I felt confusion flood through me as I cautiously inched towards the hole. I looked down, expecting to see the decaying body of my brother, only to find that the coffin was completely empty.

"Wait, were did he go?" I asked, my voice raising a couple of octaves in shock. Danny stood and dusted off his hands,

"I don't know, we have to tell someone about this...though..."

"Did someone steal his body?" I said, not noticing that Danny had stopped talking again. I glanced up, prepared to ask him again when I finally notice how stiff he is, mouth open in disbelief. I look in the direction he is and my breath stops, goosebumps rising all over me.

It was my brother. He didn't look a day over sixteen, but he was solid, alive. He didn't look like he'd been buried either, which I think was more terrifying than if he was rotting like those zombies in the movies. He had that same creepy and hysterical grin on his face, and his eyes, the only thing different about him, stared right at me. No iris' or pupils.

He seen me look at him and if it was possible, the smile grew bigger.

"Hello Valerie...momma wants you to come home...."