AN: More AU Fanfiction from me! I'm still working on A Sage of What If, but when I had this idea I couldn't help myself! These stories will be interchangily told from Sam's persepctive and Danny's. This chapter is Sam's. They're a bit older in this story too, 17.

Danny Phantom still isn't mine. Mr. Hansaw, however is so no touchy my hippe gravekepper!

Graveyard Shift

Chapter One: The Phantom of the Graveyard

"Sam? I'm going to go get a bite to eat at the store. You want anything?" My guardian, Mr. Hansaw asked, looking at me, brushing some of his long brown hair out of his face. I thought for a moment. I was a bit hungry...

"Can you pick me up a tofu burger?" Mr. Hansaw nodded and went off, heading towards the store. I yawned and leaned back in my chair, looking out through the window and into the graveyard beyond.

My name is Samantha Manson, although everyone calls me Sam. Most everyone, anyways. My parents call me Sammie or, at least they used too. They passed away in a car accident last year. I was taken in by Mr. Hansaw. He was still a fairly young man, only in his mid-thirties. He wore his hair long and was one of the most open-minded adults I had ever met, next to my grandmother. He owned and worked in the graveyard. In fact, he lived in a small two-story, four room house in front of it. Mr. Hansaw was really the perfect guardian for me-you couldn't have picked a better one.

I got up from my chair and stretched. Mr. Hansaw would probably take awhile getting back from the story, so I decided to take a walk through the graveyard. I had pretty much memorized they layout of it. I knew where all the family plots are, and I know the history behind those families too. I make it my business to know everything about the new arrivals. Most people don't realize it, but graveyards actually contain a wealth of history. I probably knew more town history than anyone else living in Amity Park.

I walked silently through the graveyard, keeping to the paths, as to not disturb the dead. I'm not a superstitious person or anything, I don't actually believe that if I walk across their grave that their spirit will haunt me for the rest of my life. I just think it's a good idea to respect those who have gone before us.

I blinked, looking forward a bit. "Hm?" Up ahead, I thought I saw a figure sitting on one of the gravestones. I looked around, then crept forward, hiding behind some bushes, and taking a peek. Just as I had thought, there was someone there! I couldn't make out too much of him, as his back was turned, and he was mostly covered by a large stone pot. He was sitting on one of the fancier graves in the cemetery, the grave of a prominent town official. It was composed of a large pedestal with a large stone pot on it. Inside the pot were lilacs, because the man loved them. I watered them daily.

I started to slowly creep around to the front, hiding behind bushes and larger gravestones. He didn't seem to notice me, instead he seemed to be staring at the sky and humming a somewhat melancholy tune. I started in awe at him, for he was like no one I had ever seen before. His hair was snow white, it had a spiked appearance to it, his bangs completely covering his left eye. His right eye, the one I could see was surrounded with what looked like black eyeliner, which made his haunting pastel green eyes pop out. He was wearing a mostly black outfit-a tight, sleeveless turtleneck shirt with baggy pants, which were covered with zippers in random places. He was wearing white fingerless gloves, his nails were painted black, and white combat boots. Whoever he was, he sure had a good taste in clothes. I tried to creep in closer to get a better look, but I stepped on a twig, the sound of it snapping ringing through the air. His eyes shot downwards and he abruptly stopped humming, staring in my direction.

"Who's there?" He yelled out, his voice having a slight echo to it. I gulped a bit, wondering if I should come out from behind the gravestone that I had ducked behind, silently apologizing to Susie Cook, who rested here for using her gravestone like this. His blazing green eyes narrowed and he got off the gravestone, his boots softly thudding against the grass.

"Come out..." I gulped again. Maybe hiding wasn't such a good idea...He didn't seem like he would hurt me at any rate... I bit my lip and popped up from behind the gravestone, waving a hand.

"Um...me. Sorry..." His eyes widened a bit and he blinked, almost in confusion.

"You can see me?"

What? I frowned, looking at him in confusion. "Of course I can see you."

The teen quickly closed the distance between us, his green eyes staring into mine. I stepped back a bit, surprised.

"Who are you?"

"Well...I could ask you the same thing."

"I asked you first." He said, staring evenly at me, his arms crossed.

"Fair enough." I shrugged. "I'm Samantha Manson. I go by Sam though. And you?" The white-haired teen hesitated a bit, as if thinking about something. I raised my eyebrow. "I told you mine. It's only fair that you tell me yours as well."

"It's Danny." He said finally.

"Got a last name?"

"Not one that's any of your business." I raised my eyebrow at him again. He was probably a run away. He looked around again. "You work here?"

"Yeah. Speaking of which, the graveyard is usually closed now." I blinked for a second. I had forgotten that there was only one way in the graveyard-by the gate. I knew he hadn't come in during the day, because I had made sure everyone cleared out at closing hours. So how had he gotten in? He couldn't have climbed over the walls, they were too high. And what was he doing here anyways?

"Sam?" I looked over Danny's shoulder. Standing behind him was Mr. Hansaw. He was holding a few shopping bags and a can of green tea. "You go for a walk?" I blinked. Did Mr. Hansaw not see Danny standing there? The teen was turned around now, looking at the man.

"Uh...yeah. Say, um, Mr. Hansaw, do you see anyone else here besides me?" He blinked.

"What's this about, Sam?"

"Just humor me."

He shrugged, looking around. "No. I don't see anyone." I looked at Danny, who was looking back at me. How did Mr. Hansaw not see him there? I was either hallucinating or...

Or I was talking with a ghost. My eyes widened again. Danny had turned away from me and was starting to walk off from me. Now that I looked at him, he did seem like he wasn't from this side of the Spirit Plane.

Well, that solved how he got in here, at any rate. I looked back at Mr. Hansaw once more, who was walking towards me.

"You feeling allright?"

I turned away from him, looking at where Danny had been moments ago. He was no longer there. I turned back to Mr. Hansaw and nodded.

"Yeah fine. Just been reading to many ghost stories lately." I smiled at him.

He grinned back at me. "Well come on, before our food gets as cold as these graves." I nodded, looking back to the pot and pedestal grave as I headed back to the watch building, oddly wondering if I'd ever see that strange boy again.