The Phantom and the Goth

The guy with the hoodie

Sam lied in her bed, thinking about yesterday. It was Sunday today, so she didn't have to go to school. Her grandmother captured most of her thoughts, but a small part thought about the voice.

It wasn't polite of her, to just whimp him off. She wanted to apologize to him. Slowly a plan formed in her head. She changed her clothes into her usual clothes. Her long sleeved black shirt,  a dark pink vest and purple pants and black army boots. Her hair hang loose exept for a little ponytail. She brought her mythology book with her. Sam liked things ordinary people didn't care about, like the paranormal, worldproblems and vegetarism (idk how you write it).

When Sam arrived in Amity Park Graveyard, it was in the evening. Yes, Sam had slept for most of the day and the other part she watched boring TV.

She sat on a bench, hoping for the voice to show himself. But even if the guy wanted to come, he did take his time to show up.

'Mister? Guy? Voice? Are you there?' she felt pretty stupid.

'I'm here. Do you want to talk?' the voice said. Sam turned around, only to see a guy with a black hoodie. His pants were grey and his boots looked old-fashioned.

'Yeah. My name is Sam Manson. Yours?' she said. She couldn't see his face, but she could swear he looked uncomforteble.

'I'm Danny. Nice to meet you. What can i do for you?' he asked. Sam was happy to know his name. Because, the voice, was like that show on tv, where people sang and most of the time, they sucked. Nothing of that all she said of course. She looked to the sky.

'My grandma died a week ago. Yesterday was her furneral.'

'That sucks.' Danny said. Sam frowned. He didn't say he was sorry? Not that she did mind though. She heard that word a little too much yesterday. This guy seemed to understand that a simple i'm sorry didn't make things better. Only more awkward.

'Yeah. She was like my best friend. Well, she and my other friend Tucker Foley. But he is a annoying guy so i can't really talk to him about anything you know?' and before she knew it, Sam talked about her grandmother to this guy. Every detail of her life with Agnes Manson she shared with him. Talking to him was just easy, and with every word she felt her heart becoming lighter and more peacefull. The guy hadn't said a word since she started speaking. He had not moved, and his hoodie still hided his face. When she was done with her story she felt relieved.

'Thanks for listening.' she said.

'No problem. It's kinda lonely here, the other don't talk so much. You can always visit me.' he said. Wait...did this guy live here? Sam felt horrible. Maybe she was sitting on his bed!

'Danny, i'm sorry...do you want to live with us? I mean, you're homeless, right? I'm sure my parents can arrange something for you and-'

'Sam, you don't have to. I'm okay. I live here...' he chuckled by the last sencentce, like a joke only he and the graveyard shared.

'No, i insist. It's the least i can do.' Danny walked towards her. She saw his hands shaking, like he was nervous.

'No. I don't want to. This is my home. I can't leave this town, even this graveyard is pretty hard.'

Sam was confused. Why couldn't he? Suddenly she heard the clocks of the church. She looked at the bell tower. 12 times.

'Oh Danny, i'm sorry, but i have to leave, if not, my parents will-'  no-one. There was not anyone to be seen. '-Kill me....Hey, were are you!' she yelled angry.

A soft chuckle was the last thing she heart before she went home.