Pikachu Little and Family In...Rainbow Heights
We entered Lambert Cottage for the first time.
This small cottage resides in Rainbow Heights, Maine, USA. A small and peaceful town just perfect for a holiday resort.
Me, Pika, Kenji and Akira decided it was time for a holiday and booked our flight from Tokyo to Portland and then took a taxi to Rainbow Heights.
It helped that I had read a lot of good reviews on the Internet of this place too, with most saying it's an easy going, care free holiday resort.
Anyway, we dumped our belongings in the lounge and took a little rest after the long trip, all dwelling on the excitement of the days ahead.
The cottage's exterior is decked with white paint, old fashioned windows and an old looking door, also coloured white. It has a thatched straw roof in keeping with its traditional appearance.
On the inside there is more white, on the walls, doors and ceiling. The lounge has a large TV on a white storage unit/desk, sofa and chairs and various pictures on the walls depicting old images of Rainbow Heights for example.
A large carpet (or rug) sat atop the old brown wooden floor. It has a square like design covering it.
To round off the lounge, it even has an old fashioned light hanging from the ceiling.
Kenji had some excess energy it seemed as he sat down on the carpet and began to unpack his Nintendo Wii, which he willingly shares with Akira. My son has a golden heart and he loves Akira and his family so much. Akira is much the same.
In many ways, we are the perfect family. We don't argue or bicker at all (well almost), we care for each other and love each other with all our hearts. Just the way me and my Pika want it.
Kenji continued to unpack the Wii, sitting there on the carpet still with a smile on his face.
He looked at me with his two differently coloured eyes with that smile remaining etched to his face.
"You wanna play, dad?" He asked me politely.
"Not yet, Kenji I'm fucking knackered." I replied softly.
Kenji nodded to tell me he understood. Then he looked over to Akira.
"Do you?" He asked kindly.
"Sure." Akira replied with a smile. Kenji smiled back at her.
The two of them began to set the Wii up by connecting the wires to the rightful slots in the console. They made no fuss whatsoever.
In fact there wasn't a fuss even when the time came to choosing a game.
"Surf's Up OK?" Kenji asked Akira.
"Yeah OK." She replied instantly and as polite as ever.
Kenji placed the game in the Wii's disc tray and promptly closed it afterwards.
He and Akira got their Wii motes and nunchuks ready.
"So, anybody for a drink?" I asked.
"Cola please, dad." Kenji replied quietly.
"Lemonade please, daddy." Akira answered faintly.
"And I'll have the same as Kenji please, sweetheart." Pika replied.
"Sure guys. Coming right up." I remarked with a smile as I made my way to the kitchen with our food and drink supplies in a case.
As I neared the kitchen door, I saw a little girl wearing a dark green dress walk slowly across. She was clutching a doll and had long black hair that messily extended to her waist.
She never looked my way so I did not see her face.
I rubbed my eyes with my paws afterwards, wondering if I really did see her or if my mind was playing games with me.
"Are you OK, P.L?" Pika asked with some concern.
"Oh sure I'm fine." I replied, not wanting them to know what I think I saw.
I proceeded to the kitchen and looked around, seeing nothing in the way of people.
"Must have been my mind." I convinced myself and went on to unpack our food and drink supplies. The drinks went in the fridge, with the fridge itself pockmarked by various magnetic letters (or fridge magnets).
Upon closing the fridge, I left a beer (for me naturally), a lemonade and two colas on the worktop.
As I went to collect them, a faint giggle could be heard.
My ears flicked and my neck go cold. This sounded like the giggle of a sweet little girl.
There was a shadow on the wall in front of me besides my own. I turned around, nothing.
There was nobody in the room apart from me. However, the fridge magnet letters had been rearranged, with some spelling out the name Amy Lambert. Who the fuck is she?
I left the kitchen to rejoin the others. I was a little bit spooked out but tried not to show it.
Kenji and Akira were happy playing the Wii and my Pika sat on the sofa watching them with a smile.
"Here you go, guys." I announced, putting their drinks on the carpet and then popped open my can of beer, which if you want to know is a Kronenbourg 1664. Fucking lovely stuff it is too.
"Thanks, dad." Kenji said with a smile.
"Thank you, sweetheart." Pika said as she snuggled up to me as I sat down on the sofa.
Akira raised her can of lemonade with her paw as a way of saying thanks.
Then the kids quickly went back to playing Surf's Up on the Wii.
"You're not gonna get drunk are you?" Pika asked as I sipped some of my beer.
"No don't be daft." I replied as I kissed Pika's forehead. Pika giggled.
"I love you, P.L." She said lovingly to me.
"I love you too, my Pika." I replied with a smile. Pika kissed my cheek gently.
"Aww!" Both our kids chorused and then chuckled after.
"Get back to your game." I ordered sarcastically. They did so and me and Pika laughed as my comment was not necessarily serious.
Pika moved cheekily towards me and only stopped once she was half sitting on me and Pika giggled as my foot dug into her butt.
"Well you sat there." I remarked as I kissed the side of her head.
"I know, just feels funny." Pika replied with a smile.
As you should know by now, if Pika's butt merely touches me I can get aroused and Pika knows it.
We went back to watching our children playing Surf's Up. Kenji seemed to be winning.
I relaxed and took another sip of my beer with half of Pika's butt on my lap. I couldn't help but look at it every few seconds such is the beautiful sight it is to me.
I tried to put my mind on the kids on their game but I failed quite miserably.
Pika revels in this sort of attention. She may be the most kind hearted creature I've ever met but that doesn't mean she can't have a naughty side.
"You are so beautiful." I remarked to her. Pika looked back at me and, with a smile, she kissed my nose.
"You know it." Pika replied.
I sipped more of my beer and looked at the kids immersed in their game and now seemingly did not pay their parents much interest. Colour them disinterested.
Pika finally slid over some more and was now sitting on my lap properly. I put my arms around her stomach.
"Comfortable, my Pika?" I asked with a smile. Pika squirmed about on my lap for a moment in preparation to answer my question.
"I am now." She replied once she had become nice and comfortable.
Pika watched Kenji beat Akira at a race while I gazed at Pika's butt laying into my lap.
Of course, Pika knew this and giggled.
"You are so loveable." She said to me.
"And so are you." I replied happily.
Pika laughed at my abnormally plain answer.
Soon after, Pika leapt off onto the floor.
"Come and help me unpack." She instructed me.
"Oh OK." I replied in mock reluctance.
"You can have my butt to yourself later." Pika assured me. I licked my lips at the thought.
"OK, kids, me and P.L are going to do our unpacking." Pika told our children. They nodded their heads.
Then Pika and I went up the stairs with me following Pika. When I got to the top, Pika raced into the bedroom we would be sleeping in.
I saw that same little girl with the dark green dress and long, unkempt black hair kneeling down in the bathroom doorway straight ahead of me.
I know she was looking at me from behind all her hair. I almost dropped my suitcase in the shock of seeing her again.
I looked down at my suitcase to grasp it properly again. When I looked up again the girl was gone.
"That doorway is fucking small." I uttered quietly as I looked at the bathroom door's frame and how the little girl was knelt down.
She fucking dominated it and it was quite a surreal sight.
Just as I went to enter the bedroom that me and Pika would make ours for the next fortnight, the corner of my eye spotted something even more weird.
There, lying solemnly on the floor, was a drawing. A child's drawing, I knew that much looking at the quality of it.
It depicted a happy or dominant little girl standing proudly over two dead bodies lying in pools of blood. She was wearing a green dress and had long black hair just like the girl I keep seeing.
A swing set was the only other part worth noting apart from the writing that said: "My name is Amy."
I presumed the little girl I keep seeing was trying to tell me something, that being her name which pretty much confirmed my suspicions on it being Amy after I saw it on the fridge with those fridge magnet letters.
Fuck me, I was thinking at this point that some fucking horrific conspiracy took place in this fucking town. Of what I don't fucking know.
I decided there and then to show the drawing to Pika. She didn't know what to make of it.
"Are you sure you didn't just draw this?" Pika asked desperately.
"Why would I draw that? I mean, my name is not Amy and....." I replied before pausing just as I looked at the other side of the paper the drawing is on. In big red letters, it said: "What is your name?". I was rendered speechless almost.
"I think this cottage is haunted." Pika said in a worried voice.
"Yeah. So do I, but just don't tell Kenji and Akira, alright." I pleaded after agreeing with my wife.
"I won't. I do not want them getting any nightmares." Pika agreed with my plea.
We stood there for a moment to contemplate on the events that had been brought before us.
I had my arm placed on a shellshocked Pika's back to comfort her.
"See what happens if you write back to her." Pika suggested, wanting to see Amy herself to make sure that it's all fucking true.
I nodded my head and picked the drawing up, writing under the message: "My name is Pikachu Little."
Then me and Pika went back onto the landing and placed the drawing on the floor, message side up.
It didn't take much convincing as we suddenly saw a pair of bare feet standing beside the drawing. We looked up, noting the ominous dark green dress and the long, stringy black hair that concealed nearly all of Amy's face.
She looked down at us both from behind her hair, I could tell.
She was smiling too and before we knew it, we were somewhere else.
The place was dark and grim. Small lights on the walls barely lit the foreboding corridor. It felt cold and uninviting.
We spotted dusty metal doors harshly lit under small red lights above them.
We heard screams, most probably from pain and suffering, most of which were male sounding. Apart from one, the sound of a little girl crying noisily and profusely.
"Amy." Me and Pika muttered at the same time. Then we heard her screaming:
"No, please!" And then nothing. Was she dead? Quite likely.
The whole place smelled damp and rustic and numerous puddles swamped the cold floor.
Amy's shadow was cast from a wall a fair way away and right across the floor in front of us. It was pretty fucking intimidating.
We heard her sniffle loudly and as we blinked, we were back in the cottage landing and Amy was nowhere to be seen.
However, she did whisper:
"Seek the truth." I had no idea what Amy meant by that gesture, but I was fucking glad that we were back where we're meant to be, and so is Pika it seems.
The drawing still sat all alone in the middle of the floor, exactly where I left it. So I scooped it up and placed it in a draw on the desktop next to mine and Pika's bed for this holiday.
Then, we went back downstairs to watch Kenji and Akira playing on the Wii (at least I think).