The Ghost of Hell Hall The Flash Back

Misty Waterflower was 9 years old. At the time she was living in Cerulean City with her three sisters. Misty was the youngest, the baby, the twerp of the family. Her sisters constantly berated her and her parents didn't really care for her. She had hated her parents. Only her eldest sister, Daisy, was nice to her. Then, on that fateful day of June 6th, she lost nearly everything.

"Misty are you down here?" Daisy called into the darkness of the basement. A few minutes earlier Misty had a big fight with her parents. Her parents were discussing the matter of sending her to a boarding school in Saffron. Misty had overheard the conversation and begged them not to send her away. Her parents, merciless, said that she would be going and that was final. Only her mother looked sympathetic. Misty, her eyes filled with tears, ran down the hall to the door to the darkness of the mansions basement for refuge. Daisy, who had just been walking to her room, saw the little red-head come barreling past, throw open the door and slam it behind her. Daisy knew that Misty often went down their when she was upset but Daisy also knew that Hell Hall had a legend of a ghost hiding in the catacombs hidden throughout the mansion. Daisy was scared but she summoned up enough courage to push open the door and enter its chamber. "Misty if you are down here can you please answer me!" She cried taking a few more steps into the basement. Suddenly a huge CRASH met her ears and the noise reverberated through the basement. "MISTY!" Screamed Daisy and leaped to the floor beneath her.

"Here…" A weak reply greeted Daisy's ears. Daisy reached up and felt for a thin wire string for the light bulb and pulled. A shaky eerie glow from the bare light bulb lit the room. In a corner of the basement, Misty was being crushed under a bunch of boxes and an old baby crib that used to belong to Misty before she outgrew it. Misty's little white dress was now covered with grime and small clay chunks and her hair was no longer in her ponytail holder. Daisy stared in horror when she saw a small river of blood coming from her sister's mouth and pour out onto the basement floor.

"Oh my Mew, Misty!" Daisy cried as she rushed to her sister's aid. Frantically she pulled the heavy crib from on top of the boxes. The boxes were easier but they were still heavy from old toys and the like. Daisy saw that directly next to Misty was a huge television set. It was old and clearly freshly broken. Daisy had been in the basement once upon a time and the television was sitting on those boxes. Daisy sighed in relief because she was thankful the television had missed Misty. Seeing how injured Misty was, Daisy knew there was a box with a bunch of old bandages somewhere so she started looking around for a box that read "Medical Supplies". It took her a minute but she found it. She tore open the box and grabbed the first potion she could find and a bundle of bandages. She sat Misty up, who coughed up more blood in response, and proceeded to spray the foul-smelling potion into Misty's mouth. Then she bandaged Misty's scraped back and cut elbow. Misty looked pale but she was breathing.

Misty's eyes met Daisy's and said, "He saved me."

Daisy raised her eyebrows in curiosity. "Who saved you and from what?"

Misty pointed to the broken television set, "He saved me from that ol' TV." Misty looked serious but Daisy couldn't understand what she meant.

"Who saved you?" Daisy asked. Misty stared with a blank expression. "What did he look like?"

"He was weird," said Misty, using a word that Daisy had used many times. "He was…" Misty pondered a moment. "Big like you, and he was grey too." Misty said pointing at Daisy. "He was…a ghost!" Misty squealed and held up her arms in a big-scary-ghost imitation.

Daisy laughed and said, "There is no such thing. Stop being silly," she said and glanced around nervously. A long time ago, Daisy had thought she had seen a ghost too. Back when Daisy was little he looked as tall as Daisy did now; around five foot seven. Like Misty said, he was greyish and transparent. Daisy wanted to believe it wasn't true but she had seen proof. Daisy felt an uneasy feeling that she was being watched. Misty looked better so Daisy lifted her up to take her to her room, but then her nose caught a smell most unpleasant. Smoke. Daisy placed Misty in the old crib and rushed up the creaking wooden staircase she flung open the door to Daisy's horror the entire hallway was in flames. The fabulous red carpet was charred, the marble columns were crumbling due to the lack of fluid, and the splendid paintings were in blazes.

Daisy saw to her complete dismay her mother stumbling through the flames. Her mother looked severely burned and it was clear she wouldn't live long. Her mother stumbled through the basement door and fell down the stairs, her dress was scorched and her hair was singed too. Her mother Wheezed and cried, "Daisy, please, I know I wasn't a very good mother to Misty but please…" Her eyes were pleading with Daisy. Daisy felt her eyes well up. "Please take care of Misty!" She coughed out.

"I will mother. I promise I will," said Daisy and her mother smiled. Her mother closed her eyes and the breathing ceased. Daisy felt tears leave her eyes, but she wiped them away because she did not want Misty to see. Daisy was suddenly aware of her situation; the fire was creeping into the basement. Somehow she had to locate the hidden catacombs before she and Misty succumbed to the flames. Daisy heard a creaking noise behind her and she swiveled around on her shoes. A stone door had opened and revealed a passageway. How did that happen though?

"Alright Misty we have to get you out of here," said Daisy as she Picked up her sister from the crib.

"Where are we going?" asked Misty cocking her head to the side.

"To wherever the passage leads," said Daisy. She approached the door and said to the darkness, "Thank you for helping us." She wasn't sure, but she had a feeling that the ghost helped them. To Daisy's great surprise, the emptiness responded with a teenage voice.

"You're welcome." Daisy looked behind her, at the house she may never see again, at the body of her mother, at the precious baby crib she spent her days in and Misty after her, she said goodbye to it all and she stepped into the darkness. The door somehow knew that the two girls were through because it shut itself behind them and plunged the two siblings into total darkness.