Chapter 4

"So, sis," a voice smirked, "what do you think? That I'm not real?"

"You're not," Sam replied dully, glancing over to the passenger's seat in her car. "You're just a figment of my imagination."

"Have fun convincing yourself of that," the blonde replied.

"Miranda, leave me alone," Sam ordered.

"Why should I?" the blonde, apparently named Miranda, asked. "It's fun scaring you: appearing in mirrors, in the back seat of your car, across the street. Man, you sure do scare easy." She snapped her fingers and disappeared.

"I should," Sam said, checking the rearview mirror and seeing Miranda in the back seat. "Miranda, you've been dead for years."

"I've gotten over it," Miranda replied.

"So you are a ghost," Sam stated.

"Not quite," Miranda answered, reappearing in the passenger's seat. "I'm mainly here to make your life a living hell."

"But Mir, I didn't kill you," Sam reasoned. "Why are you so pissed off at me?"

"I'm pissed because you know who killed me," Miranda explained.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Sam huffed, looking over to Miranda again briefly. "I wasn't there when you were killed. I just found you. I cried for weeks."

"So?" Miranda asked. "You still know who killed me. You didn't have to be there to know."

"I'm telling you, I don't know what you're talking about," Sam said, her anger rising. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Meh, just thought I'd distract you long enough for this," Miranda smiled.

Sam's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she turned to see a smirking Miranda. Suddenly, her body lurched. She didn't have time to turn and see what was happening as her car flipped over. It was about this time that Sam was starting to regret having what she was sure was the only compact car in the city. And the trouble with compact cars is that when they were in an accident, the bigger car won. Compact cars most certainly not the bigger car.

She looked over to the passenger seat to see Miranda unharmed with a smirk on her face. "Bye-bye, Sammy-sister," she smiled before disappearing. Sam turned her head weakly back to the front window- or what was left of it- in hopes of preventing further injury. She felt something warm on her face, similar to when Miranda attacked her at the school. She tasted something sticky and salty in her mouth with just a hint of bitterness. A spark of orange entered her view, and Sam could tell her car was on fire. She had seen enough cop shows to know what happens if a car catches fire. Her mind was slowly starting to go numb as the door of her crushed car was ripped away. Danny- in Phantom form- picked her up out of the car and carried her out of the fire to an ambulance.

"You're gonna be okay, Sam," Danny promised as Sam succumbed to the darkness.


Sam woke up in a hospital bed (she was beginning to understand why Tucker hated hospitals), Danny holding her right hand.

"Hey, Sam," Danny said calmly with a smile. "You feeling any better?"

"If by 'better', you mean 'like I've been hit by a bus', then yes," Sam smirked. She looked around, checking to make sure no one else was in the room. "Danny, I need your help."

"With what?" Danny asked.

"Solving a murder."

"See?" a voice smiled. Sam looked over to see Miranda standing in the corner of the room, a smirk on her face. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"


Danny and Sam walked through the woods outside Amity Park. "And how do you think searching a forest in Amity Park will help you solve a murder from Minnesota?" Danny asked.

"I just do!" Sam called back. They continued marching on until they hit a slightly open area. Sam bent down and picked up a playing card. "Uh-oh…" she mumbled. "Danny, we've gotta leave now."

"Now why would I let you do that?" a new voice asked. Sam turned around to see a boy about twenty-years old- the same age Miranda would have been if she hadn't died.

"Ace… you killed her?" Sam said in shock. "Why? She was your best friend."

"Are you kidding me?" Ace asked, playing with a lighter. Sam looked around her briefly and saw that she and Danny were surrounded by a ring of gasoline. Ace threw the lighter to the ground, and the ring formed around them, slowly creeping closer thanks to the leaves on the ground. Over the crackling fire, Ace called, "Your sister… heh, I actually loved her. Tried to kiss her, but she pulled away from me and fell down."

"I found her with stab wounds, you bastard," Sam hissed angrily. "You killed her."

"So what if I did?" Ace asked. "It's not like you and your little boyfriend are ever gonna be able to tell anyone."

"Wanna bet?" Danny asked, using his ice powers to extinguish the fire, then freeze Ace himself. Then, to my surprise, he pulled out a tape recorder and pressed the stop button. He rewound it and played back the previous conversation. When the tape stopped, Danny said, "I've been keeping it so I could get blackmail on Vlad. Nice to know it came in handy here."


"And finally, after six years, the murder of Miranda Manson has been solved thanks to- believe it or not- the victim's sister claiming Miranda's ghost was there guiding her. Now, in all my days as a reporter, I have never heard anything stranger, but nothing is stranger than the truth. This is Alexandra Lawrence, signing off," the CNN reporter said.

Sam smiled at Danny. "It's good to know she's in a better place," Danny said.

"Not quite yet," a new voice said, and Sam's head whipped around to see Miranda, though Danny looked at Sam oddly. "He can't see me," Miranda explained. "In fact, you're one of the few people who can see ghosts like me. I'm proud of you, sis. You need to use your new power to help others. Just don't show them fear." Miranda wrinkled her nose jokingly before relaxing and placed her hands in her jeans. "You can do it, Sammy-sister. I know you can."

Sam laughed slightly at the old nickname. She stood up, walked over to Miranda, and gave her a hug. "Say 'hi' to Grandpa for me," Sam smiled before Miranda began walking away, fading into nothing.


Please excuse the bad ending. I kinda ran out of steam on this fic, but I finished it! Now my mind is hung up on an idea for Dani… Oh well. Please review for another story finished! WOO!