This is a story that has been such an interest. I used this idea for a story in some of my deviant art fan fictions before I decided not to post anymore fan fictions. I think this will be a more excellent story if I just did it this way. I think you guys will enjoy it too. Review please!

In the town of Jamestown, there have been resent witch attacks in this town. There were people who feared of these resent attacks and the ones who were willing to protect Jamestown. All the people were gathering to watch someone, who was guilty of witchcraft, to be hanged. The prisoner was on a buggy standing up. She had her hands tied behind her back.

The prisoner was a girl with long black hair, bright blue eyes, and a pale face. She wore a brown simple gown with no shoes or boots. There was a tear that appeared on her left eye that dribbled down her cheek. The girl was taken to the gallows and came face to face with her executor. He wrapped the hoop around her neck.

"Danielle Fenton is guilty for witchcraft and causing harm to our town!" The executor announced before facing the girl. "Do you have any last words?"

"I have done nothing wrong," Danielle replied. "I shall die, but when Jamestown needs me or the colonies of England, my spirit will return to protect this city. Not all witches are evil and I hope that if you all do not know that, someone will. I shall die in my grave until you call for me again."

"Hang her!" The executor announced before the floor was released and Danielle felt the pain of the rope against her neck and the pain in her lungs. While the pain was taking over her, the world turned black.

It is three centuries later after that scene. Now, the scene takes place in Amity Park at the year 2004. Danny was flying in the air doing his ghostly patrol. So far, he had caught three ghosts during the whole day. The day was getting close to supper and Danny decided that his patrol was over. He went to his girlfriend's house and fazed into Sam's room. Sam was on her computer when Danny arrived.

"Hello beautiful," Danny flirted before Sam turned around.

"Hey Danny. Can't wait for the Field Trip tomorrow?" Sam asked.

"Oh. Jamestown... right. I hope we don't play to see who's the witch," Danny said before hearing Sam burst out laughing.

"Danny, you're a ghost, not a witch. There's a difference."

"I know that, but I still have the creeps from when we were visiting Salem."

Sam rolled her eyes before telling her boyfriend, "this is Jamestown we're visiting. They didn't have the witch trail problems. They did, however, have witches. I did research. There is actually proof that there were actual witches in Jamestown 300 years ago and check this out, one of them was a recent ancestor of yours, Danielle Fenton."

Danny's eyes were huge. Danny, then started laughing loudly and rolling on the floor.

"Wow, that must make me a warlock," Danny joked.

"Hey, maybe that's where you get your powers from. Maybe the Fenton Family is a family of witches and warlocks," Sam smirked before having her mouth being kissed by Danny.

"Kiss me again my maiden. You are under my spell," Danny teased in a hypnotize tone before Sam kissed her boyfriend back.

"I am forever under your spell."

Right when Danny and Sam were making out, Tucker just happened to have come through the door. His eyes turned bug-eyed before the couple stopped kissing. Tucker showed the awkward look before saying what he was going to say.

"Hey Danny," Tucker greeted. "Can you believe we're going to spend the night in Jamestown? I bet there are cute Wiccan chicks there."

"Tucker, the type of witches they talk about in Jamestown weren't those kind of witches. Wiccans use the elements, the witches in Jamestown used ecto plasm," Sam explained.

"Gross," Danny gagged.

"But it's true. They were mistaken for Wiccans sometimes and most of them would use their powers to harm humans like the ghosts do here. Those were the ones that flew on broomsticks. Today, those kind of witches don't exist anymore, because they found refuge in the Ghost Zone and most of them turned into ghosts themselves," Sam explained.

"Wow, so much for finding a cute witch chick," Tucker said disappointingly.

"Maybe we can find my ancestor's grave," Danny shrugged.

"That would be neat," Sam smiled.

"I still think the whole idea of a witch using ecto plasm is creepish," Danny said.