"See, my great-grandmother had died the year before. Big whoop, I know. But this has a part to do with 1995," I explained.
Willis nodded. "Well, c'mon! Spit it out already!"
"Alright, alright," I smiled and started.
1995
A lot of people that were from the family were still trying to get over her death. Everyone, that is, except Sierra. She just couldn't feel bad –or maybe it was the fact that she knew that her great-grandmother had gone on to a better place. When she had first heard the news, Sierra smiled. She couldn't cry, she couldn't feel bad. She just felt… happy.
"Oh come on, mom, it'll be okay. She's just gone somewhere better than whatever this place has become."
That just made Debra cry even more.
Sierra sighed and slapped herself over the head. Great job, half-wit. Yeah, make mom cry even more than she is already. Sierra walked into her bedroom and switched on her little green radio. She put in A Chipmunk's Christmas that she had stolen from her mom's friend Kim, and smiled. She laughed at the funny parts and everything, but when night fell the house become eerier than earlier. It was always like that –but there was just something that made it even spookier than ever.
"Wh-who's there?" she muttered.
A ghost showed up in front of her while she was sitting on her bed and she yelped.
"I am Bakemon…" it said, eerily.
"B-Bakemon? Are you my great-grandma's ghost?" she stuttered.
The ghost type thing laughed spookily. Sierra gasped and backed up on her bed.
"It depends on who you want me to be…" it replied.
"What are you?"
"I'm a Digimon," it said.
"Bakemon… Oh! I get it! So whatever has a 'mon' at the end of its name is a Digimon! Cool! W-what do you want?"
"Why can't you cry or feel bad for your great-grandmother?" it asked.
Sierra backed up again. "I-I don't know…"
"Are you afraid of me?"
"Afraid of you?" she muttered, "N-no."
"Then why must you keep stuttering out your answers?"
"Because you're a ghost in my HOUSE!" she screeched.
She waited for her mom to come running to see what was the matter… No one came.
"Ah, poor little girl. Must you stay on the side of good? Or shall you come to the side of dark?"
Sierra rolled her eyes, "Oh puh-lize. Me, become evil? Ha! No way."
"Then I must kill you."
"If you're a Digimon, then you'll disappear before you can do anything to me!"
Bakemon laughed evilly. "Who says? You? You're just a runty Digi-Destined –you can't do anything to me. And I can do anything to you."
Sierra grabbed her brother's baseball bat and swung it at the Bakemon. It swished out of the way and Sierra swung again. Again it moved away before she could hit it. After ten tries, Sierra gave up. She yelled for help but again, no one came.
(Willis looked at me funny. "Why didn't anyone go and help her? And where's Bryant when all this is happening?"
I laughed, "Jesus, Willis, you'll see. And besides, Bryant was outside with his friends."
"Oh…")
Sierra groaned and looked at the window. It's too high! I won't reach it in time –he'll get me before I can! Dammit! "G-go away!"
"Nnnnooo!" it moaned.
Sierra started breathing heavy and she looked around for another escape –any alternatives? No. No escapes besides the door and the window. "GO AWAY!"
Bakemon flew closer and almost paralyzed her until…
Debra opened the door. "Sierra? Are you okay? Why are you backed against the wall like that?"
Sierra opened her eyes slowly. The Bakemon was gone –just like Peggymon had disappeared. "I-I'm okay mom. Why did great-grandma die again?"
"So why had that Bakemon shown up in the first place?"
"I'm not sure," I said. "But then there was 1997… a few years before I first got my Digivice and the Crest of Truth…"
"Tell me!"
"Okay, but you're in for it now."