OK peoples! I'm going to try something different. Ash and misty are telling a story together, but mostly Misty - at least in this chapter.

Anyway, I'm sorry if this gets kind of confusing, but Misty is telling the story, and Ash will pop in occasionly,

*This means Ash or Misty is butting into the other's story*

This is thoughts in the story, not the person telling the stories thoughts.

The rest is usual, I think…

Ages:

Misty ~ 16

Ash ~ 16

Haunted hearts

~ Part 1; My imagination! (I hope) ~

(Misty POV)

How can life change so drasticly in just a few days? I didn't think it was possible. Of course, anything is possible with my best friend (And crush) Ash Ketchum. Not everyone gets their bike completely totaled every day you know? But that's not what this is about. Well, I guess I shouldn't say DRASTICLY but, it was scary, I should say so! At least to me, Ash thought it was hilarious at first. He thought I was going nuts. But I know haunted houses when I see them! You don't believe me? Well, here's my story.

*AHEM*

Oh yes, Ash will help out.

A little.

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OK, it was the usual setting for a haunted house scene. You know, stormy nights, caught in the rain sort of thing. We had left Brock at the pokemon center last night and decided to check out this new territory around the Ilex forest. But, we got caught in the stormy weather and was forced to look around for a shelter.

*Luckily I had my trusty Pikachu with me.*

ASH!

Anyway, Yes, Ash had Pikachu with him. (I'd left Togepi in the capable hands of Brock)

*Riiiiiight.*

He better take good care of him! I threatened him with a weeks worth of mallet hitting, now stop butting in!

*Hmph*

As I was saying before I was so rudely interupted!

It was the classic setting for a scary scene. Pikachu was huddled up close to Ash in Ash's jacket. Ash and I trudged through the forest, trying our best to avoid siting under a tall tree.

Pikachu poked his head out a second and pointed and something.

"PIKACHU! ((THERE!))"

We looked in the direction he was pointing and there it was.

The lighting flashed as soon as we saw it. While the lighting it up the house, I was almost positive I saw something move in the top window. Maybe it was my imagination, or maybe it was because I was watching too many scary movies, but I thought it was in the attic, and a bony hand was trying to close the dark black curtains.

"Ash, maybe we shouldn't go in…"

"Of course we should! It's pouring rain out! We need to get out of here before one of us catches a cold!" Well, there's a surprise, Ash thinking?

*SHUT-UP!*

As we approached this large mansion, when the lighting struck, I could see it in more detail, and the more I saw it, the more I was sure it was haunted.

It was huge with rickety old blinds and the porch was falling apart. The door hung creakingly open while the inside looked cold and un welcome. It had many windows, most covered with black, musty looking curtains. Almost like ti was holding a deep, black secret. And those windows that didn't have a curtain looked totally black from all the dust on the windows. The whole house looked over a hundred or two years old and was about to fall apart any second now.

All the more reason to NOT go in.

"Ash! We CAN'T go in!"

"Oh! Is Misty Waterflower actually SCARED?"

"No!"

"Well then, what's the problem?"

"Ash! Please don't go in! I just have this creepy feeling. You know, like in the ghost tower at lavender? That one! REMEMEBR?!"

"Misty! Stop worrying!"

Ash ignored me and walked inside that creepy building. The nerve!

So… Ash went in, and I had no choice but to follow him. Who else was going to save him from his stupid mistakes and say 'I told you so!'

*I resent that!*

Go away!

Ash opened the creaky door and stepped right inside.

"HELLOOOOO?! IS ANYBODY HERE?!" He yelled. His calls echoed throughout the house.

"ASH!" I hissed. I catiously entered the large house.

"What?"

"Don't yell like that!"

Ash rolled his eyes and walked up the stairs.

"Since no body is home, we can make ourselves at home. It's just until the rain stops. So come on up and pick a room!"

*You were such a scaredy cat!*

Oh please! Like you weren't scared later on!

ANYWAY!

Ash just walked right up the windy stairs while I looked around the mansion.

It pretty much looked like a haunted house from a book. It's ceiling was 30 or 40 feet above me with weird paintings on the ceiling. I could see some doors in the hallway all the way up to the third floor.

I looked up and saw that Ash was o the third floor already.

"ASH! Wait up!" I cried running after him.

*You just wanted me there 'cause you were scared and wanted me to protect you!*

NO! I just didn't want to be alone! NOW STOP INTERUPTING ME!

I climbed the old stairs in fright. The bony hand still in my head. What if that bony hand just reached out and crabs me?

I gasped at the thought and raced up to the third floor.

"Ash?" I quietly called.

"Ash?" I called louder.

"BWAHHHH!" Some thing jumped out of a room.

"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

While I screamed my head off, Ash just stood there with a large grin on his face. "Uh, Misty? You can stop there."

"AGHHHHhhhhhhhhhh." I slowly came to a stop and looked at him.

*This was the worst I have ever gotten!*

You so deserved it to!

"HA HA HA! Misty! You looked SO scared! HA HA H- OOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!"

*This one hurt for say, two weeks!*

What do you expect?! I was scared out of my wits and you weren't any help!

So I hit him with my trusty mallet all the way from the third floor to the center hallway where we came in.

Forgetting bout my fear of the haunted house, I looked around for a room.

Picking the last door, I tried to open the door.

Either it was locked or jammed, I don't know, but it wouldn't open.

Finally, I gave it one last tug and open in came, with me flying back into the railing.

I gasped when I looked up.

This room wasn't dusty or musty at all! In fact, it was the cleanest! It looked like some one had just slept in it and had made the bed!

Maybe someone did live here after all.

It looked like a little girl's room.

It was about a normal size for a room. In one corner was a bed, looked like a nineteenth century bed, that was all white, not yellow or faded with ages, just pure white. A small rocking chair stood in a corner of the room. Shelves and shelves of toys and books were on the wall, all looked nineteenth century, but not a day old, maybe some looked used and loved, but not old and yellow. A dresser was there with a large mirror on top of it, and next to the dresser was a closet.

I wanted to open the closet up, but, my fright over powered my curiosity. I dumped my bag on the floor and walked to the mirror to see how messed up I looked.

I looked in the mirror and

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I fainted.

So… how is it? Stinky, I know. I bet it's not even scary, huh? Well, I tried.

I AM going to finish my other stories! REALLY!