Well Howdy guys! It's been a while….Heh…. sorry about that! Lol, anyway Here's the new chapter! Thanks for all the reviews! You guys rocks!

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Freakshow watched as Walker strung the hope diamond onto a simple black crystal studded choker.

"So what's the story behind this stone?" Walker asked, slightly intrigued as he busily tried to attach the rock. He really wasn't having the best of luck with that. His fingers were too beefy.

He had already dropped the darn thing twice

"You mean you don't know?" Freakshow asked perplexed.

Walker glanced up at Freakshow with an annoyed exspression

"Would I be asking you if I didn't know?" He deadpanned.

Freakshow shrugged as he leaned against a nearby wall, twirling his cane slowly in his fingers, a board smile plastered on his chalky face.

"I presume not…It's just that it's such a well know story in the Ghost Zone I thought that you would of heard of it already."

Walker let lose a growl.

"Well I never have so will you just answer my question already!"

Freakshow rolled his eyes at the ghost warden's outburst.

"Right, Right, Don't get your jockeys in a twist." Freakshow waved him off. "The legend is said to have begun with a theft… Several centuries ago, a man named Tavernier made a trip to India. While there, he stole a large blue diamond from the forehead –Or eye, nobody's exactly sure—of a statue of the Hindu goddess Sita. For this transgression, according to the legend, Tavernier was torn apart by wild dogs on a trip to Russia, Not to long after he had sold the diamond. This was the first of the many horrible death attributed to the curse. But before his death Tavernier had continued to travel and arrived back in France in 1668, twenty-six years after he stole the large blue diamond. French King Louis XIV, the "Sun King," ordered Tavernier presented at court. From Tavernier, Louis XIV bought the large, blue diamond as well as forty-four large diamonds and 1,122 smaller diamonds. Unaware of how the extravagant blue stone was retrieved or it's deadly curse.

The King ordered the diamond to be incorporated into a new crown for him to wear but he unfortunately passed away before the crown was ever completed. So the newly finished crown was passed on to the king's grandson, King Louis XVI….. Apparently the French lacked imagination when it came to names, but anyway, soon after the new king's marriage to Marie Antoinette the French Revolution came about. In a final and very violent act of rebellion by the French citizens, the monarchs were beheaded by that awful contraption called the Guillotine. They were the second grizzly deaths brought on by the Diamonds curse.

For some while after that the blue diamond seemed to disappear without a trace… That is until it came into the possession of Phillip Hope. The Hope family is said to have been tainted with the diamond's curse. According to the legend, the once-rich Hopes went bankrupt because of the Hope diamond's merciless curse. Eventually one of the Hope's family members did the smart thing and sold the cursed object.

It was Simon Frankel, an American jeweler, who bought the Hope diamond in 1901 and eventually brought it to the United States. The diamond changed hands several times during the next several years, Causing family tension, suicides, bankruptcy and an even larger list of unfortunate events to happen to every one of the hope diamonds unlucky owners. The last owner decided to sell the diamond to an old friend of his. Who went by the name of Evelyn Walsh McLean. She was the only daughter of an incredibly rich Irish immigrant. She had a slight attraction to things that brought bad luck; she insisted that things that normally brought bad luck for other people brought good luck for her." Freakshow snorted and shook his head at the girls pure stupidity, "Though Evelyn McLean wore the Hope diamond as a good luck charm, others saw the curse strike her too. McLean's first born son, Vinson, died in a car crash when he was only nine. McLean suffered another major loss when her daughter committed suicide at age 25. In addition to all this, Evelyn McLean's husband was declared insane and confined to a mental institution until his death in 1941. The grief stricken and debt driven Evelyn died soon after her husband and the cursed blue stone was sold yet again.

When the Hope diamond went on sale in 1949, it was bought by Harry Winston, a New York jeweler who then later wasted no time in donating it to the Smithsonian Institution. In 1958 it was to be the focal point of a newly established gem collection…. And now the Infamous stone has made its way to amity of all places."

Walker bit his lip as he stared down at the cursed object in his hands.

"This little thing sure has caused some damage."

Freakshow laughed lightly.

"It's done a lot more than 'just some' damage and that's precisely why we are going to use this against phantom."

Walker glanced at the diamond studded black chocker in his hand before shooting a dubious look back up at Freakshow.

"No offense clown, but Phantoms not all that into things that sparkle." The warden said as he held up the choker in question.

Freakshow face palmed.

"Well of course not you dolt! That necklace isn't going to be worn by that little phantom brat; it's going to be worn by his loud mouthed girlfriend. All we need to do is drop that chocker off at her house with a little note that says 'Merry Christmas~ From Danny' and she'll never take the thing off. Danny will fail to save her from the diamonds curse and with her sudden death; his world will come crashing down around him….."

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Sam watched Danny fly off into the distance from her window until he disappeared over the horizon. She let out a sigh, even though she didn't show it, She was kind of hoping he would come into the kitchen with her to help out with the whole scrapbook issue. She looked down at the purple book once again and ran her fingers over the top.

"Whelp, it's time to get this over with."

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Zach let out a yelp when Danny's body suddenly disappeared out from underneath him. The young boy crashed in to the comfortable couch cushions.

Richard Jumped up and rushed over to Zack's side quickly yanking the boy up from the couch.

"Z-z-zack are you ok?" Richard blurted out as he stared into Zack's wide and frightened eyes.

"Where did's Danny go?" He whimpered as his eyes started to water.

Richard just quickly shushed the young boy and pulled him into an awkward hug.

"It's going to be alright…..I'm sure he'll be right back!"

Richard didn't know what exactly just happened to Danny but something told him that he should probably let Sam know…

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Pamela sighed in frustration as she climbed the steps to the second floor of her house. It was incredibly rude of her daughter to keep her family waiting for so long! Pamela was too busy grumbling to herself to notice Zack and Richard bolting up the steps behind her till it was too late. The two frightened boys crashed into Pamela with such force that all of them were sent tumbling backwards down the steps. Sam let out a gasp from the top of the steps and quickly rushed down to see if they were alright.

Pamela, Richard and Zack slowly untangled themselves from each other with moans of short lived agony. Neither of them wanted to do that ever again.

Sam quickly bent down next to Zack, carelessly dropping her scrap book next her.

"Are you alright!" She asked as she checked her little cousin over from head to toe before pulling him off of Richards back.

"Thank you." Richard groaned out as he pushed himself up off the ground and turned to pull Pamela to her feet. Pamela stumbled forward and almost fell again, before gaining her balance.

"Well." Pam said with a groan. "That was….Painful."

Richard ran a hand threw his red hair. "Sorry about that Mrs. Manson."

Pam shot the boy an evil glare. "Why on God's green earth were you two rushing up the steps like a pair of madmen!?"

"We's were runn'n cause Danny disapered's!" Zack shouted.

Sam's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but then she remembered that Danny said he left a clone with the boys. He must have called it back when he left to go deal with whatever ghost just showed up. Sam glanced at the overly spooked faces of her cousin and Richard. She couldn't help it, she just busted out laughing.

Richard looked up at Sam with shock.

"Your boyfriend just suddenly vanished, we fell down a flight of stairs and you're laughing? How is that Funny!"

S-s- sorry!" Sam blurted out between giggles "It's just—Just, Danny's fi- fine, he had to go—t—take care –of a ghost!"

Pamela sighed, before very uncharacteristically, face palming.

Zack's eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

"So Danny's is okay's?"

Sam took a deep breath and calmed down.

"Yes Danny's fine." She said with a smile as she bent down to pick up her scrap book from the floor.

Pamela let out an aggravated huff.

"It took you long enough to get that little book!"

Sam rolled her eyes.

"Well sorry." She said sarcastically.

"Well you should be." Pamela replied, her face sour. "Boys why don't you head back to the living room. Sammy-kin's and I are going to the kitchen to finally show our patient family her scrap book."

Sam vividly cringed at her unwanted nickname, but that went unnoticed by her mother.

"What's a scrap's book?" Zack asked. He had never heard of one before.

Richard raised an eyebrow.

"It's a book full of pictures of events that happened in the past." He explained to Zack.

Zack just looked even more confused.

"Why's would you want's to do that's to a book's?"

Richard sighed in defeat.

"Come on I'll explained it to you in the living room."

Sam watched as Richard picked Zack up and walked down the hallway, trying in vain to explain the purpose of a scrap book to the young 5 year old.

Sam let out a sigh of her own and followed her mother into the kitchen.

"Well it's about time." Melody sneered when she saw Sam walk in threw the swinging door to the kitchen. All of Sam's family members were hunched around the small and crappy looking table that the maids and butlers ate their meals at while on duty. It was quite a contradiction, and if it was under other circumstances she would probably be whipping out a camera right now. Nothing was funnier than ironic photos with amusing captions. Sam let out a comical snort as she thought of all the captions she could glue to the photos. Her thoughts were cut short when her mother elbowed her in the gut.

"What took you so long to get down here anyway? Let me guess you couldn't find your precious Scrapbook." Trisha cooed in mockery.

"Oh no, I couldn't. I totally lied about my scrapbook, in fact this book I have in my hands is actually a Goth's guide to vegan cooking." Sam said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes.

Sam's Aunt Rebecca and Uncle Simon snorted in amusement, while Sam's favorite Grandmother just full out died laughing. Her raspy laugh echoed around the suddenly silent room. It was silent because all of Sam's other family members were staring at the small purple book in shock.

Melody was the first to respond, and as usual she wasn't very nice.

"So you have the scrapbook, so what, you probably just have a bunch of photo shopped pictures in it." She said with a huff.

Sam's purple lips pulled into a half smirk.

"Well you see that would be possible if I had used a digital camera to take all of the pictures. But because I'm Goth and I enjoy things that go against society's way of thinking. All of these photos were taken by an original Polaroid. Which makes all of these photo's 100% real, you can't fake a picture that comes straight out of the camera itself."

Melody looked like she had just been slapped.

"Well—Well!" Melody floundered, unable to come up with another comeback. She just simply screeched and stormed out of the room, her obnoxious mother following after her.

Sam blinked and looked down at her scrapbook. She was torn between doing a happy dance over her victory and being bummed out because she didn't get to rub the existence of each individual photo in her shallow cousin's face.

"They didn't even look through it….."

"Well then that's there loss," Rebecca said, drawing the attention of her niece. "Because I know for a fact that I want to see it."

"Me too"

"Don't forget me; I don't think I'd ever have a problem with looking at that young man." Sam's Grandma Rose cackled, only to be stopped when her other Grandmother, Ida, zoomed up next to her in her little mortised scooter and swatted the drunken old woman on the arm.

Ida then smiled at her granddaughter.

"You know I never get tired of hearing your wonderful stories bubeleh."

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Well I think that was the longest chapter for this story so far. It was 11 pages! I hope that makes up for the long wait *Puppy dog eyes*

Anyway the last word bubeleh is the nickname that Sam's grandma had called her in the show. I looked at 7 different websites just trying to figure out how to spell that one word so let me know if I got it right or wrong.

What did you guys think of the chapter? Like the legend of the Hope Diamond? What about Walker and Freakshow's evil plot?

Oh and sorry I left it off on such a cliff hanger…. Again… I swear one of these days I won't do that…. hopefully. Anyway Thanks for all the reviews you guys left! XD

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