Ch. 3: The Secret Of The Lonely Old Woman

Chris yawned, stretching out his arms, his bronze skin covered in sweat and shining in the light. He looked up at the sky where the moon was just starting to rise and realized he'd been out longer than expected. He raised his pokeball and aimed it at his Machamp who was punching a tree as part of his training, the red beam instantly recalled him and he walked wearily up the trail. He knew that it'd take about a day to get up Mt. Chimney before he reached Fallarbor. Sleeping outside was also out of the question due to the ashes that drifted down from the mountain, even as far from the peak as he was.

Just when he started to give up hope, he spotted smoke lazily rising from a cabin. He walked towards the smoke, his spirits lifting. Maybe this stranger would be kind enough to let in a wary traveler, maybe let him get a bite to eat so he'd have enough energy to trek on. He knocked on the door and waited expectantly. It opened and on the other side was an old woman, hunched over with age. Her hair was a dull gray which matched her expression. A few wispy hairs fell on the side of her face. She blinked at him, having to crane her neck to look up at his face to get a good look. Her eyes widened and before he could even get a word out, she beckoned him in.

"Come in! Come in! You must be tired! Lets give you and your pokemon a rest."

She showed him the only bed in the small cabin and before he could even say anything else, she pushed him on the bed, just hard enough for him to topple backwards. She then attacked him, sheets in hand and wrapped him up. At first he was quite afraid of this surprising display before he looked at her face. What he saw was a lonely old soul, kind and willing to help. Her eyes twinkled as he looked on and he shrugged, just letting his head sink into the pillow.


Justin shifted in his sleep, it was what people called, "The Witching Hour." The time where Ghost Pokemon would float around at night, he hoped that he would never encounter any such pokemon. He heard the air conditioning turning on above him and he blinked.

"Wait," he thought. "since when does a cabin have air conditioning?"

He opened one eye and looked up, a wrinkled mouth met his sight. He bolted upwards, almost hitting the poor woman in the face in the process, she stepped back a couple of times and looked as though she was guilty of something before smiling at him.

"I was only making sure you're having a nice sleep dear. Now come come! Your pokemon must need more rest! Yes, you must stay here with me!" she said.

He was so willing to get back to sleep and leave the next morning that he didn't even care what she was doing and soon drifted off once more.


Scratching met his ears, the sounds of nails clawing at a hard wood floor. He looked up for the second time that night and found that his jacket had been removed. The woman was now sitting in a wooden chair, his jacket in both hands and her face burrowed in it. Taking in deep breathes, he hastily got up, maybe she'd be so drawn into what she was doing, that she'd ignore the fact that he was leaving. But this hope was soon dashed in pieces. She looked up at the sound of feet on the floor and hustled to him.

"Come, come! Your pokemon must need rest! Yes, you must stay here with me!" She repeated from before.

Justin shook his head and took a few steps back, reaching for the door. She snorted, her eyes turning a dark ruby red and raised her arms. Her form changing into a round form with wisps drifting from it. The gastly grinned and opened her mouth, wider and wider while the last words Justin ever heard floated through his head.

"You must stay here with me!"


Brendon ran up the road, using his vest to shield his head from the rain. He knocked furiously on the cabin door, and as the door opened, an elderly man and elderly woman answered and smiled at him.


A/N: My friend asked me to put a sort of "ghost story" on here about the creepy old lady who lives in the cabin on the games. Sure she heals your pokemon but if you're not paying attention and you just press A over and over, than you keep sleeping until you're like, "What the hell? Why is she still talking?"