Okay, I was actually thinking about this story for a long time now. First, I will say it is based mostly, BUT NOT ENTIRELY, off of my favorite six-book series by Kelley Armstrong: The Summoning.

Amy47101 does not own pokémon or the Summoning, which respectively belongs to Kelley Armstrong.

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The Summoning

Prologue

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Daddy forgot to tell the new babysitter about the basement.

Dawn stood at the top step, one hand clutching the railing, the other her Piplup plush doll. The hand clutching the railing was gripping the smooth wood so tight that the young girls knuckles were white. She was shaking, shaking so much that the Vulpix heads on her slippers bobbed, which she would've found hilarious if she wasn't so scared. Even her own breath shook, shaking like she had been running.

"Dawn?" Samantha's muffled voice drifted up from the dark debts of basement. "Your Dad said the Pepsi's in the cold cellar, but I can't find it. Can you come down and help me?" Dawn readjusted her clammy but firm grip on the railing, squeezing the Piplup plush so tight she was sure that, if it was real, it wouldn't be breathing.

Daddy swore he told Samantha about the basement. Dawn knew he did. Wracking her mind for the moments before her parents left, Dawn remembered playing in the TV room. Then Daddy called her into the hallway, where he scooped her up in his arms in a hug.

"I see you're playing with Princess- Pirate Aurora. Did she save Prince Aaron from those horrible Houndoom yet?" Dawn shook her head with a smile, but the smile immediately turned into a serious- as serious as a three-year-old girl can look- frown.

"Did you tell Samantha about the basement?" she whispered.

"We most certainly did." he mother came out, clipping her hair back in last minute preparation to get ready. She kissed Dawn on her forehead in goodbye with a smile before continuing. "No basements for Little Miss Dawn. That door stays closed." she turned back towards her husband. "We really need to think about moving, Edgar."

"Say the word and the sign goes up." Daddy said before setting Dawn down, and ruffling her hair. "Be good for Samantha, kiddo."

And like that, they were gone.

"Dawn, I know you can hear me." Samantha called up to her again. Dawn peeled her hand from the railing, and with her plush still tucked in the crook of her arm, she stuck them in her ears. "Dawn!"

"I c-can't go in the basement." Dawn said shakily, pulling her fingers out of her ears and yelling down louder. "I-I'm not allowed!"

"Well, I'm in charge and I say you are." Samantha said. "You're a big girl." Dawn forced her feet to move down the stairs, one step, then another. The back of her throat was dry and everything around her looked fuzzy, like she was going to cry. "Dawn, get down here or I'll lock you in here and throw away the key!"

Dawn ran down the stairs so fast that she tumbled down the steps and landed in a heap at the bottom of the stairs. This time, tears poured freely down her cheeks as she curled into a ball, her ankle throbbing, trying to find her Piplup plush. Once she found it, she hugged it reassuringly, staring into the basement with it's creaks and smells and shadows.

And Mrs. Hobb.

There would be others, too, before Mrs. Hobb scared them away. Like Ms. Mary who played peek-a-boo with her but called her Aura. And Mr. John, who showed her tons of magic tricks, and Mr. Roberts, who always asked her strange questions like if people lived on the moon yet. Most of the time, she didn't know the answer, but he would always smile and give her a pat on the head, telling her she was a good girl.

Truthfully, she used to like coming downstairs and talking to the people. All she had to do was not look behind the furnace. There, a man was hanging from the ceiling, his face all purple and puffy. He never said anything, but looking at him always made Dawns tummy hurt.

"Dawn? You coming?" Samantha asked. Dawn let out a shaky breath and stood up, her ankle hurting slightly. Daddy would say 'think about the good parts, not the bad'. So Dawn stepped bravely into the basement, thinking about Ms. Mary and Mr. John and Mr. Roberts and completely pushing Mrs. Hobb out of her mind. She didn't think about her one bit... or at least not very much.

She squinted into the darkness, the only light illuminating her way to the cold cellar being the many night lights that Mommy had bought because she thought she was scared of the dark. Don't get her wrong, Dawn was scared of the dark. But that was only because it gave Mrs. Hobb a chance to sneak up on her.

Dawn could see the cold cellar door, though, and so she tried not to look at anything but that, and walked forward as quickly as she could. When something moved, however, Dawn forgot about not looking, and whirled around. She felt a small sense of relief when she realized it was only the hanging man, his hand peeking out from behind the furnace as he swung back and forth, back and forth...

She ran to the cold cellar door and yanked it open. Inside, pitch black, darker than it already was in the basement, if that was possible.

"Dawn?" Samantha called from the darkness. Dawn clenched her fists, fingers squeezing angrily into the plush softness of her Piplup toy. Now Samantha was being really mean. Hiding on her-

Footsteps pattered overhead. Mommy? Daddy? Home already?

"Come on, Dawn, you're not afraid of the dark, are you?" Samantha laughed. "I guess you're still a little baby after all."

Dawn scowled. Samantha didn't know anything. Just a stupid, mean girl. She would get her her Pepsi and then run upstairs to tell Mommy. Then Samantha would never have to babysit her again.

She leaned into the tiny room, trying to remember where Mommy kept the Pepsi. Wasn't that it on the shelf? She darted over and reached up, standing up on her tiptoes. She reached higher, slightly higher, and then her fingers closed around the cool metal can.

"Dawn? Dawn?!" It was Samantha again, only her voice was far away, shrill. Footsteps pounded overhead. "Dawn, where are you?!" Dawn dropped the can. It hit the concrete, hissing and spitting, soda completely soaking her slippers.

"Dawn, Dawn, where are you?" a voice mimicked behind her, like Samantha's, but not quite.

Slowly, Dawn turned.

In the doorway stood an old lady in a pink housecoat, her eyes and teeth glittering in the darkness. Mrs. Hobb. Dawn wanted to squeeze her eyes shut, she really did, but she also knew it only made Mrs. Hobb madder, made everything so much worse.

Mrs. Hobbs skin began to ripple and squirm. Then it went black and shiny, crackling like twigs in a campfire. Huge chunks fell off onto the floor, and her hair sizzled and burned away. And then there was nothing left but a skull dotted with blackened scraps of flesh. The jaws opened, the teeth still glittering. Slowly, she spoke three words.

"Welcome back, Dawn."

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