It was cold, dark, and rainy. This was a day that anything bad was going to happen and nothing good. I got out of bed, feeling the soft, yet cold carpet under my feet, as I walked over to the window. Just what I had expected was out the window. I pressed my face up to the cold glass that had raindrops rolling down it. I could see everything. Something my father had started, and was going to soon end. I watched green ghosts flying by, with smiles on their faces. Why was this? They were in a war with humans. All adults fought, while the children stayed in the homes. I was a ghost, and I wanted to help end this cruel war. I walked over quietly to my phone, which was lying on my wooden desk. It was dark outside, although it was only 5:00. All kids were to be in bed by 6:00, in which to keep them quiet. I picked up the phone, not trying to make a sound, knowing that any sound would call attention to the ghosts flying about.
I dialed the numbers 621-8932, which was my friend's number. One of her parents had already died, on the first day of this brutal war. I heard a ring, and I could hear the phone get picked up, and then my friend whispering.
"Danny?" she asked, in a whisper, guessing that it was me, since our other friend was already gone.
"Yeah, it is me, Sam." I told her, looking out the window once again, at the darkened sky, and the rain hitting the pavement of the road. Not much was left of the road though, since the war had begun, everything was being destroyed. There was trees lying all over the place fallen down. Telephone poles knocked over and electric lines knocked over. None of the grass outside was green. It seemed as though the whole world had gone sad. The grass was not damaged, it was just brown now.
"Danny, I am scared," Sam told me with a scared tint to her voice.
"I am too. Do you think we will make it out alive?" I didn't like thinking of us dying, but sometimes, it was all I could think of. That was all that was going on at least, was death, so why wouldn't I get killed?
"I don't know Danny, but I want you over here," Sam whined. I knew I could calm her down, if I went over there to stay by her side, but I also didn't want to be missing when Jazz came in to check on me. All the people 16 and over, were the ones in charge of the kids younger than them, so Jazz was to watch over me. There was no way she was going to let me go over to Sam's house, but I was going to have to.
"I will see what I can do," I said, and then set the phone carefully back on the hook. I walked out of the room, with one hand on the bumpy wall, and the other hand down at my side. I grabbed a piece of paper, and wrote Jazz a note, saying that I was going to Sam's house, and I would be back later that night. The paper was all crumpled, and the pencil was worn, making it hard to write, but I got it down, and left it laying on the table. I turned into my ghost mode, and then left the house behind. I flew intangible, slowly, looking at what was going on around me. My parents were outside of our house, obviously keeping any ghosts possible from getting to me or Jazz. The ghosts were all giving out evil grins, knowing that they had this war won. I knew they did too, There was a lot of people laying dead at the side of the road, and it sickened me. I saw a little girl outside, and a ghost was headed right for her. No one else was around her, and I knew I had to do something. I couldn't just let her die at that young of an age. I went down, and took ahold of her, before he did, and when he saw I was a ghost, I winked at him. The little girl was crying, thinking I was a bad ghost.
"Hey, it's all right. I promise you I won't hurt you."
She just kept on crying. Tears were running down her pale, freckled face. She had thick brunette hair, although it was only up to her shoulder. She was wearing a pink shirt, with a puppy on it, and plain blue jeans. I was going to just take her over to Sam's house, and keep her there with me.
When I got to Sam's house, it didn't look as happy as it normally would. There was a ton of chunks taken off the side, and it just didn't look like a place to be at. The girl was still crying, but I continued on with her, and went into Sam's house. When Sam saw me, she ran up to me, and gave me a hug, and she too was crying just as hard as the little girl was.
"You Ok Sam?" I asked her, in a soothing voice.
"No, I am not Danny. I saw you out there, and I was worried! You need to stay hidden!" She said, in a muffled voice, because she was still crying. Already loosing one of her parents, Sam was all worried about me now. Tucker had been killed trying to get over to her house, and she blamed it all on herself from asking him to come over, and she didn't want the same thing to happen to me. Her house was cold, and it seemed damp.
I set the little girl down, and changed into my normal form. I didn't care that I did it in front of her, since she was only probably three years old.
"Hey, can you tell me your name?" I asked the little girl, in a soothing voice.
She shook her head from left to right. She didn't want to say anything to me obviously, and I was fine with that. I didn't blame her.
"Danny, follow me," Sam said, leading me off somewhere else. I picked up the girl, and followed Sam. She led me down a dark hall. The wallpaper was peeling off the sides of the room she led me into, and it looked like some haunted house.
"So?" I asked, not knowing where she was taking me.
"I am not done, I think I have a safe place for us."
She walked over to a ugly statue of a person. The face was all worn out and there was not much left of it. I then heard a crash of thunder, and the girl clutched me tight when she heard it, and began to cry again. Sam lifted up the head, ignoring the thunder, and then a wall slid opened.
"Secret places, huh?"
Sam said nothing, and led me into a dark hallway. When I entered, I was now shivering. It was freezing down the hall, and the floor wasn't even carpeted, it was just dirt. The floor was wet, and I could hear it squishing under my feet. The girl was starting to shake, and I held her tighter, as I followed Sam even deeper. Then, all of the sudden, there was a dim light, and there was a room. One couch and a chair were in the room, with one blanket, that was all. Sam pushed a button, and then a wall had closed us into the room.
"Here we are," she said, as I set the girl down on the floor.
"Sam, what about me going back to Jazz?"
"You can't Danny, this is safe, you need to stay here!" She told me.
"What about eating?"
Sam pushed the button 3 times fast, and another room opened up, in which there was a toilet, sink and a fridge.
"Everything is here for us to stay here for a week." She said, as she walked over to me.
"Thanks Sam," I said, as I went up and hugged her softly. The couch was a new couch, and I had no idea why it was down here, but the chair on the other hand, was an old one. You could tell because it was all tattered with pieces of string hanging off the sides.
"SO, now what?" I asked her.
"Well, lets find out who this stranger is," she said, as she walked over to the girl sitting on the floor.
"What is your name?" Sam asked sweetly, as she squatted down next to her.
"Chelsea." She said quietly.
"Oh sure, she tells you but not me!" I teased.
"Well, if I was picked up by a ghost, and didn't know who he was, I would be scared to, especially with all of this going on."
"How old are you?" I asked the girl, seeing if she would talk to me now.
"I am three," she said once again, in a small voice.
"She must be used to you now," Sam told me, with a smile.
I went over, and sat down on the couch, trying to make myself comfy. The couch was soft, and squishy. Sam came and sat next to me, and when I say next to me, I mean right next to me, and then Chelsea crawled up into the chair.
"You think we will live if we stay here?" I asked Sam, still unsure of what was going to happen.
"We might, but I am not so sure of all the people up there. I am sure a lot of people up there will live to though," Sam told me, trying to make things nicer, in a bad situation.
"How can we be sure though?"
"We can never be sure Danny, but we can always hope," she said, trying to have a smile on her face, but then she had to think of what was really going to happen. She looked at her watch.
"It is 8:00 Danny, we should be in bed right now. You think Jazz is worrying about you?"
"I am sure she is, do you have your phone?"
"I always do."
"Let me use it, I need to call her, and let her know I am safe."
Sam handed me her phone, with had a low glow, from the lighted buttons. I dialed my number (621-7621) and I hear Jazz pick up the phone.
"Jazz, it is me, Danny."
"Danny? Are you Ok? I was worried sick of you!"
"Yeah, Sam and I are perfectly safe."
"Danny, you are sur…" and then I heard a scream.
"Jazz! Jazz? Are you Ok?" I said, as I stood up, as though I was going to get there in time anyhow. There was nothing else.
"Jazz? Please be here Jazz!" There was no more response. She was gone.
"Danny, are you Ok?" Sam asked me, as she stood up and came over to me. I was crying, over my sister. Although I acted as though I didn't like her, I loved her, and she was gone. And then I realized, I would have been gone too if I would have hung around the house. I wouldn't be here right now, and neither would that little girl.
"Thank you Sam!" I said, as I hugged her tightly.
"For what?" She asked confused.
"Think about it? Chelsea and I wouldn't be here right now if it weren't for you wanting me to come over here!"
"Your right…" she said, and she too was trying to hold back tears, since she would have lost her other best friend, if it weren't for me coming over here.
We both sat back down on the couch, and settled down. I was still freaked out hearing my sister scream, and knowing that she was gone now, for good. I was never going to see her again.
At about 10:00, we started to get tired. Chelsea was already asleep, and had been for a while, and she was all curled up in a ball from being cold. I got up, and grabbed the one blanket, and laid it over the top of Chelsea, to make sure she was warm. I went and sat back down next to Sam, and we just sat there, and didn't say anything more. We were both thinking I guess, or at least I was. Were my parents still fine? What was to lie ahead for Sam and I? I didn't know what was going to happen, but I still though of it. Maybe in the end, things wouldn't be that bad, and we would all be fine, but I was guessing that things weren't going to turn out fine.
Sam started to get tired, and she lay down, putting her head on my lap. I just let her sleep that way. I fell asleep sitting up, not wanting to wake Sam up.