Disclaimer: I don’t own Danny Phantom; it is the sole property of Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon. Ocs are of my own design. Sorry if I haven’t updated my current Goosebumps stories as of late, but I wanted to do something special for Halloween. It took me all month to come up with this one, so please forgive me if it won’t be finished by Halloween.

This story takes place a year later after the story begins. There’ll be a few spoilers that I’m gonna try to work in the main story.

Happy Halloween (chuckles darkly and evilly.)

Danny Phantom: Trick R’ Treat

During the holidays, there are certain guidelines for one’s safety, especially during Halloween, the one night where all things roam free. The Rules are as follows:

Wear a Costume and Never Go Out Alone

Hand out Treats

Never Blow Out a Jack O’ Lantern

Always, Always, Always… check your candy

If you don’t follow the rules…

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… you wont live to see tomorrow’s sunrise.

Amityville, USA

Halloween

7:44 PM

Dusk

The town of Amityville was a town built during the Salem Witch Trials, and had always been famed for a few hauntings, which weren’t real. Though it seemed more like a city than a town, considering it had a huge mall, three movie theatres, and a vast museum that looked like it belonged to Detroit. A niche community, that above all else, took traditions in Halloween very seriously, as it was Amityville’s most well-celebrated this year around, even the infamous ghost-infested town also celebrated the traditions of All Hallow's Eve, or Halloween as it was called. It was night as the streets were festive with Jack O’Lanterns and street lights. Kids and teens were roaming the streets together, or separate with a parent/guardian behind them. Everyone was dressed in costumes and carrying with them a huge pillow case-sized sack, and eagerly awaiting to getting some candy tonight. Even at Old Man Kreeg's Halloween Store, it was hustling and bustling at this time.

But this wasn’t where the story began.

Walking down the sidewalk, a married couple was coming back from a Halloween party. The wife, a young blonde lady, dressed as a Galactica Robot, walked side to side by her brunette husband, dressed as Flash Gordon. They were walking for a while, until they stopped at their home; a beautiful house… decorated with scarecrow style ghosts on their front yard for Halloween Decorations.

The wife, removed her mask off as she stopped at their front gate. Next to the door of the gate, a jack o’lantern was still lit, but that changed as she knelt down and was about to blow it out. Until her husband stopped her as he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Whoa, wait, Emma.” she stopped as she looked at him as he finished, “You can‘t blow that out. It isn’t midnight.”

Emma, who seemed not to care, asked, “Why‘s that, Henry?”

“Ancient tradition?” Henry shrugged.

Emma looked at her husband in annoyed disbelief as she sighed. Refusing to listen to him, she proceeded as before, and blew out the jack o’lantern anyway, despite the warning. She then got up and frowned, looking at the yard, then to her husband. “This yard looks like a crime scene,” she protested, complaining like a wife should usually do. “I want these decorations down tonight. My parents are coming over tomorrow afternoon, and the last think I want is to spook them off with these ridiculous things.”

Henry, who loved Halloween and his wife knew it, nodded but pleaded. “I know, I know. How about until tomorrow morning? After midnight?” Emma frowned, not looking pleased by this decision. However, he smirked as he used his little charm to help, “I‘ll tell you what, I‘ll take them down the next morning, while tonight… ” he then walked up her, and wrapped his arms around her waist, nearly kissing her, “… we can have some well-deserved alone time.”

After a few seconds of silence, Emma smirked as she sighed in defeat, “I hate it when you get like that.”

“Really? Why?”

“Because you can get me to do whatever you want,” she teased as she gently pushed him away. Henry then smirked back as he walked into the house as Emma followed after. But as he went inside, she stayed outside, getting out of her costume, as she was wearing a blue sweat suit underneath. After setting her costume aside, she looked around the yard, sighing with discontent for the decorations. Deciding against her husband’s wishes and warning, no matter how absurd they were, she proceeded to take down the decorations, as she walked up to them and uttered the unforgivable.

“I hate Halloween.”

As she proceeded to take them down, she didn’t notice that she was being watched by a fellow trick or treater from the other side of the road. Standing next to a tree, letting his shoulders slump down along with his head, was a teenage boy from appearance alone. However, it was hard to tell what he looked like considering he was wearing footsie red pajamas with brown patches on the knees, toes, and thighs. He also wore a tattered black trench coat that was worn on him and tied around his waist by a tattered old rope, holding on to the waist a pillow sack full of what was probably none other than candy… or dirty laundry. But the most distinguishing feature of this fellow’s outfit, was the round burlap bag on his head, stitched on the front two small black buttons for eyes, and a stitched up Jack O’Lantern grin on his face as well. The figure just stood there, staring at Emma, until he looked down at his right hand, as he saw in his hand a huge half-eaten jack o’ lantern sucker.

As Emma continued to take off a few of the sheets of the ghost-crows, she felt a shiver race down her spine. It was almost as if she had someone spying or stalking her. Her breaths a little wheezing, the blood freezing in her throat, she slowly turned around, trying to get some peripherals of the area. Finally, not wanting to take it anymore… she turned around sharply shouting, “ALRIGHT, IF SOMEONE‘S OUT THERE, JUST COME ON OUT NOW!”

… nothing…

She sighed, seeing no one on the sidewalk or on the other side of the road at all. ‘This holiday just plays tricks on your head,’ she told herself to rid her fear away. “Happy Halloween,” she mockingly whispered as she turned around. She then pulled off the sheet of the next ghost-crow, chuckling to herself at her expense. She then balled up the white sheet, and threw it on the ground.

Then suddenly, it shot right back at her, opening up like a net. In her surprise, she screamed in fear as something tackled on her to the ground. She wasn’t able to see who it was that wrestled with her, but she knew someone was out there for she could see a shadowed figure from the inside of the sheet. She struggled in her net-like trap, shouting out for her husband, “Henry! Henry, this isn’t funny, you jerk!”

Whatever fought at her pummeled her and clawed at her; her screams becoming more wailing and distressed. However, no one was around, for they were all in town celebrating their Halloween Festival. Finally, the figure threw her at the fence, breaking it. Slowly crawling out of the sheets, Emma was on all fours, like a baby. She moaned and groaned, almost as if she was about to throw up at this moment.

And she did, but only a glob of blood that splattered on the sidewalk. She whimpered at seeing her own blood spewed on the ground as she slowly tried to drag herself away. But then she heard a slight dark chuckle escape someone’s throat causing her to go silent. She slowly turned around, trying to get a good look at the unknown assailant that had ambushed her in the safety of her own home. But when she saw it, her eyes went bug eyed with fright, and her mouth opened up in fear, as she attempted to scream one last time…

Thirty Minutes Later

Henry stepped outside of his house, looking around, half tired and trying to find his wife. In truth about thirty minutes ago, he had passed out in the living room, watching a late night Halloween movie marathon with the volume high up. It was only until his clock chimed 8 o’clock that he finally got up, and noticed Emma wasn’t around at all. He looked around the yard, the ghost-crows all back in place… and the jack o’lantern all lit up.

“Emma?” he called out, hoping to hear someone respond. But nothing as he sighed, but then noticed something odd. One of the ghost-crows were all lit up; he scratched his head in bizarre thought, “I don’t remember stringing up lights on one of these.”

He walked towards it, but then noticed something not right… there were blood stains on the sheet. Real blood stains. He slowly reached over to the cloth, grasped the cloth lightly but tightly, and yanked it off.

What he discovered, made him shout in sadness and fear at what beheld before him. It was Emma, crucified to the post that held up the ghost crow, with what appeared to be candy bars with razor blades instead of nails. Her whole body was covered in slash marks bleeding out and coagulating. And to top it all off, stretching her mouth out with inhuman proportions was a Halloween sucker lodged in her mouth.

His screams went completely unnoticed at this point, even to the only person walking away from them. It was the same trench coat wearing Halloween figure, just simply strolling towards the light-filled town. He pulled out the same half-eaten sucker he had from before… but it was dripping with blood at this time.

Next Chapter: The Rules of Halloween; Respect Customs, don’t Break’em