Ever since I watched Disney Channel's new show "Dog with a Blog", I got a little obsessed with Tyler (Blake Michael)...because he's so damn CUTE! So that's kinda one of my habits...I always make up wild fantasies about cute boys. I got no regrets~! btw, I think this story would've fit more with "Wizards of Waverly Place" or something...but whatever. I'm also not a very great writer, so sorry if the story seems choppy. If you have any ideas for the story, feel free to share in the reviews!

The dog noticed that something has changed about Tyler. He used to be a charismatic, happy-go-lucky teen whenever he was around… now, that same boy was replaced by a silent and moody type. Even though it was going on for the past four days, the other family members didn't see that yet. They were all too busy with their jobs and activities to regard even the slightest thing that went wrong with Tyler's behavior. He'd always avoid eye contact at everyone, including Stan. He didn't even bring any of his girlfriends home as often as he did in the past.
Only Stan can recognize the change in him.
"Hey buddy. What's up?" the dog asked, as he jumped onto a couch opposite Tyler.
Tyler was busy checking his texts on his Blackberry. "Nothing," was all he could reply.
His tone was enough for Stan to understand what he was trying to say; "I don't want to talk to you right now."
Stan gazed at him for a while before he jumped down from the couch and went upstairs to Avery's room. Tyler must be having a bad day or something, he thought. He found Avery sitting on her bed talking to her friend over the phone, then walked up to her and sat at her feet. As she scratched behind his ear, he thought again, Maybe he'll get over it. I kinda miss playing with him though.

Later that night, Tyler was heading out the door. "Mom, I'm gonna go help my friend finish his biology project. I'll be back at about 8:30."
"Well you better not be sneaking into some party," his stepmom said.
"Of course not, Mom," he answered.
"Okay, come back at 8:30 like you promised."
" 'Kay." Then the door closed shut behind him. The car's engine can be heard from outside as Tyler pulled out from the driveway and onto the street.

8:49 pm
The door creaked open when Tyler came back home. His stepmom turned to him and scolded, "Tyler, you said you'd be back at 8:30."
"At least I came back didn't I?" he said, almost a little too rudely.
"Well if you don't want me to think you're actually sneaking to a party, come home on time from now on."
"Fine…" he sighed. Tyler trudged upstairs to his room, closed his door, and stayed there for the rest of the night.
At that moment, Stan noticed another thing when Tyler walked into the living room. He smelled of something weird, like…..incense. And every day since then, that scent began to grow stronger. The incense smell was already enough to keep Stan away, but the others didn't react, even when they were really close to him. The only other person in the family who did react to the scent was Chloe.
One day, as she was sitting beside Tyler during dinner, she sniffed the air a little before her face scrunched up and covered her nose with her hand. "Tyler, you smelled funny," she said, pointing at her older brother.
"Really?" Avery asked. Then she leaned in to sniff at Tyler. "I don't smell anything."
"I just took a shower, how can I still smell?" he demanded.
"But you do," Chloe insisted. "You smelled really weird. Not stinky, but weird."
Their parents looked at each other and shrugged. "I don't know, sweetie," Dad said. "If it bothers you that much, then switch places with Avery."
Stan glanced up from eating his bowl of kibble, looking confused. How can you not smell that? It's really strong, but you still can't sense it?!
He turned his back toward the family while he was finishing his meal, and at the same time, trying not to deal with that bothering scent.

7:31 am
"Where is it? Where is it?" Avery muttered worriedly. It was almost time to leave for school, but she was desperately looking for her history homework she must have misplaced. She searched high and low until she got to the coffee table. Peering under it, she spotted the papers stacked neatly on top of each other with her homework on top of it. However, she also spotted the bottom right corner of the page was wet with drool and little torn.
"How did that get there?" the blonde girl wondered, "I'm obviously gonna have to talk to Stan about chewing on my homework."
But as she bended over to fetch her papers, her left heel accidently kicked Tyler's backpack behind her. Avery spun around and saw that the backpack was unzipped with a few contents spilled out. She left her homework on top of the coffee table as she tried to pick the items back into the bag.
Avery paused.
What she held in her hands right now was an old worn book with a title engraved Exorcizati Purificacionis with a cross underneath, and a cute white plush bunny. She closely examined the book's title and could soon make out the words "exorcism" and "purification". But what's Tyler doing with a toy bunny?
Suddenly, Avery heard soft footsteps coming down the stairs. Her heart instantly raced as she quickly shoved both items into the backpack, just in time before Tyler set foot on the last set of stairs.
She grabbed her history homework along with her backpack, and exited out of the house without saying a word. The book title still buzzed at the back of her head, and a few questions were formed: Why does Tyler want anything to do in that sort of thing? Is it for a research project? Or is he trying out as an actual exorcist?
Avery shook her head on that thought. Of course not, stupid! He's way too lazy and clumsy to do something like that!
And so she never thought about it again for several days.

4:27 pm
Stan was busy playing with his squeaky toy, laughing and running around in the park. It was supposed to be Tyler's turn to let Stan out for some fresh air, according to the family rules. With the squeaky toy clutched in his mouth, Stan ran toward Tyler.
"Tyler! C'mon, let's play fetch!" the dog called to him.
Tyler's back was faced to Stan, but he wouldn't respond. He was standing in front of the park's big fountain, staring intently over the greenish-blue water.
"Tyler! C'mon! Play with me!" Stan pleaded, adding a small whimper.
"Not now, Stan," the teen said.
"Aww…please? You haven't played with me for long time!" Stan continued to beg.
"Soon. Just wait a minute."
The dog couldn't help but pouted then rested his head on the edge of the fountain. Tyler still had the smell of incense on him, although not as strong as before. Stan made sure to keep a respectable distance away from him.
"Yeah, right. Since when do you ever become such a boring person?" he mumbled.

"...…..Aaaaaaaagh! ~"

Stan's ears immediately pricked up. It sounded far away, but loud enough for him to hear. It was as if someone was wailing in agony. The echoing wail kept going on and on, with uncontrollable sobs coming every now and then.
"What was that?!" Stan asked in surprise.
"So you can hear it too?" Tyler said without taking his eyes off from the water.
"Yeah, but where's it coming from?"
"Where else?" Tyler answered, his head now cocked to the side.
Stan peered over the fountain's edge and into the water. He couldn't see anything else except Tyler's and his own reflection. But the sound of the wails and sobs definitely came from there.
"My guess is it's a woman crying about her lover," the boy explained. "She was greatly heartbroken when he left her because he only went out with her for her money. After the guy bankrupted her, he ran off with her cousin. So the woman tracked them down and murdered them both. However, she became so guilty for what she did, she tried to drown herself in this fountain, but failed. Ever since then, she would come over here and cried until she died right on this spot. Her soul is still trapped in here though."
Stan looked up at Tyler curiously. "How do you know?"
"Her sobs says everything," Tyler replied. "It's gonna take years before she could move on. There isn't much I could do here…yet."
After a minute of silence passed, Tyler bended down and picked up the squeaky toy. "That can be dealt with later. So you still wanna play fetch?"
"Yes! Finally!" Stan barked cheerfully as he wagged his tail.

9:04 pm
Book? Check. Plush bunny? Check. The rosary cross? Check. Inner spiritual power ready? Check. All was safe in the bag.
Tyler was all set to go. He took a deep breath before he set out to start his mission. This wasn't the first time he dealt with spirits and supernatural beings. It already happened back when he was only a little boy. Even his father was aware of his son's behavior and how he heard him talking to himself behind his closed bedroom door when it was already passed bedtime. Concerned for Tyler, his dad asked him about it.
"They wouldn't leave me alone," young Tyler said.
"Who wouldn't leave you alone?" Mr. James inquired.
"It's the voices. They keep talking to me and won't let me go to sleep. And there were these weird things moving on the wall."
"What did the voices say?" his father asked again.
"They said a lot of things like 'Stay away or you'll suffer,' and 'Liar! Liar!' and a bunch of other stuff I don't know."
The little boy looked up at his father with innocent eyes. "Will you make them go away, Dad? Please?"
Mr. James's face went slightly pale. It was just as he feared, and has already started. His son won't live his childhood as normally as he had hoped. As the father recalled from his grandmother's words, "You need to be careful around your son. He might inherit this ability from me, and it will not be easy for him to live as a normal child."
Mr. James was given a small jar filled with white balm.
"Put this ointment on his forehead every night on his birthday when he's asleep. It will reduce his sight and hearing of spirits, but it can only work until Tyler turns 17 years old. That was the same age when my ability started to grow. From then on, there is absolutely nothing we can do. Please always be there for him, Bennett."
That was why Tyler's dad became a psychologist; to try to understand what his son was thinking and help him stay clear of the darkness.

Tyler was now approaching his 17th birthday. The ointment's spell began to wear off its effects. He could see things he haven't seen or heard since he was younger. Voices and shadows came back to haunt him again, even darker than before. He wasn't exactly scared though. It was more of nostalgia of his childhood to him.
It was a calm Friday night, so he knew his parents wouldn't mind letting him go out a little late. He quietly went down the stairs, and headed for the door. Just when he turned the doorknob he called over his shoulder, "Mom! Dad! I'm going out! I'll be back in an hour!"