"Brock, what's up?" Ash spoke, suspicious about his smile; lately his smiles haven't exactly been for his benefit.
"I just remembered about a story about this forrest, a story about the wildlife that exists within the forrest."
"No, don't Brock!" Misty exclaimed, catching on to what Brock was toying at.
"Come on, it's just a story!"
"Still! This place is creepy enough as it is! I don't need scary stories to keep me awake!" Misty still pleaded. It had started to become dark in the forrest and with all of the noises being heard that evening it wouldn't help her at all getting to sleep.
"Come on, Misty, you'll be okay." Ash replied, giving her his usual grin. She couldn't help but feel comfortable when he smiled.. Misty was glad that she would at least be sleeping inside a tent, safe from the wilderness.
"Okay fine, but you better not freak me out later!"
"Relax, I won't. Would I do that?" Brock replied, giving his usual sly smile.
"Yes! You would!" she retorted back, knowing that Brock would pull something from his sleeves later on.
"Don't worry, I promise I won't freak you out.. Now can I tell the story?"
"Yeah, go ahead."
"So, the story goes that there is a wild pack of wolves that exists around this forrest that stay close to each other. There are like any other type of wolves, but some of these wolves, in the pack, have a major difference within their mechanics. They are born with what some would call a deficiency, that affects their instincts of hunting. And it's affected during particular natural occurrences. They have the ability to sense the presence of unnatural spiritual beings.."
"Woh," Ash commented, "That's actually kinda cool."
"Oh, but they don't do this all the time. They only have this ability with certain occurrences based on the reason. So, for instance, during the winter time, their abilities are only activated when there is a full moon in the sky and when snow is present."
"Snow?"
"Yes, snow. It reflects the moon's light and power and amplifies it. After all, the moon always has had some sort of a spiritual connection with wolves."
"So, how do they know the presence of the spiritual beings?" Ash asked, very interested in the story, yet still not believing in the story.
"If these conditions are right, their spiritual senses are enhanced by the light of the moon and affects the wolves' senses, making it possible to locate these unnatural phantoms."
"P-Phantoms?" Both Ash and Misty asked, shocked to hear it.
"Yes, or if you will.. ghosts.."
"G-Ghosts!" Misty squealed, putting her hands back in her pockets.
"Yes, ghosts.. These special wolves are able to sense the presence of these unnatural beings and can track them down as well.. You can tell if they have found a ghost, because you will see a wolf roam around by themselves. Normally they always travel in packs, but if they are by themselves then know that a unnatural spirit is nearby that wolf."
"D-Do ghosts a-actually exists a-around here?" Misty asked, shivering from the thought of something haunting these woods.
"Who knows.. it's only local legend, but there was a story about a phantom that does live in these woods," Ash leaned in, more interested in the story, "The tale goes that there was a good of travelers going through this particular part of the woods on a way to a holiday party, when it started to snow around them. It was a cold night, just like tonight, and they all had to camp for the evening. During the night, wolves were constantly being heard around them, but never seen. One of the members, curious to all of the commotion going on outside, decided to leave the tent. According to one of the other members, who slightly woke up when the other member left the tent, the last thing that the person saw was one wolf walking nearby the camp. The next morning, the group found the individual lying on the ground, with a pool of blood around their head. At first, they thought that the wolf had attacked him, but they discovered that the person's throat had been slit open by a knife. The group ran into the nearby town asking for help, but when they came back to the body, they found that they were gone!"
"What!" Ash exclaimed, looking at Brock with a shocked face.
"Yeah, strange is it not? After that day, there has always been a warning given out to all travelers along this route to be cautious of their surroundings... because if this legend is true, it could happen to any one... even us!" Brock exclaimed, making Misty jump in his spot.
"D-Don't say that!" Misty replied, holding onto her hoodie closely.
"Ah it's just a story," Ash commented, "Do you believe in it Brock?"
"Who knows... maybe I don't believe in it... but maybe I do! Hahaha!" he exclaimed, laughing menacingly, making Misty cry out.
"Brock! Stop that! You're scaring me!" Misty shivered in her spot.
"Come on, Misty, I'm only teasing you! Personally I don't think the story is true, but its probably a spin off of some crazy man's story of his youth. I'm not too sure." Brock concluded, looking up at the clear night sky. For a night that was cold and heavy, there wasn't a single cloud in the sky at all. Brock sighed. "Well, I'm going to go get some sleep for the night, I'm bushed.." he yawned, standing up.
"What! Y-You can't do that!" Misty shouted at him.
"Do what? I'm tired!"
"You can't just tell a scary story and then go to bed!"
"What else am I suppose to do?"
"I don't know! At least stick around!"
"Psh, why? I don't have any purpose here right now, except going to bed!" Brock retorted back, getting sick of the pointless bickering. He turned to Ash, pulling a smile out of no-where. "Night Ash! I'll see you in the morning!" Brock stormed off, headed for the tent.
