Hey everyone! Here is more to this story that I am attempting to do good
on. Give me a break; it's my first semi scary story.
So please review and tell me how stupid it is, ok? Ok. (Or even better, how good it is!) Please? Pretty please with cherries on top? *Sigh* Anyway, here is that story you've all been waiting for! (Riiiight)
Why I'm taking so long to get to this story, my dad is looking over my shoulder and making me paranoid.
Also, my dad just got a new computer and keyboard which is a lot quieter and niftier than mine, so I'm not here drooling -as dad says- over the keyboard trying to type more and enjoy the soft quietness of it all.
Ages ~
Ash ~ 16
Misty ~ 16
Haunted Hearts
~ Part 2; 'You're hallucinating!' ~
(Ash's POV)
Now it's finally my turn to tell the story! Misty will just have to sit back and listen to how stupid she sounded!
*Well then, in that case, I get to annoy you like you did me. And for your information, I was right. I may have sounded stupid but I was right and you admit it! So NENER NENER!*
Whatever.
ANYWAY!
This first thing I hear when I wake up from Misty's very painful bashing of the head...
*Of which you highly deserved!*
...is Misty's screaming.
At first I thought she was just imagining things and screaming to herself, or trying to get more attention, but then I hear a loud *thump* So I run upstairs to see what was wrong.
*AW! Did you hear that? Ash was worrying about me!*
SHUT-UP! Ok! I'm sorry I ever barged in on your story and I won't do it again! Now will you stop?
*No. this was just a good excuse for me to annoy you.*
AGH! JUST STOP! I'll, I'll, I don't know. I think of something drastic when we're all done with this, now please! I beg of you to STOP!
*Oh ok. But only since you begged!*
Ok! Now that we have that settled, back to the story WITHOUT interruptions.
When I heard Misty screamed and that loud thud I ran upstairs to see what was wrong.
By the time I ran all the way up to the third floor, I was exhausted! Those floors are long and windy.
I looked in all the rooms. Every single room was old, musty, and dusty with dust piled about one or two
inches high. Everything looked like it hadn't been used in, what? Three thousand years?
*Ash! Stop exaggerating and I won't have to interrupt!*
Fine, fine! It looked about three hundred years, give or take a few. I ran into the room misty was in and gasped.
Misty was lying on the ground fainted.
I walked cautiously to her making sure I wasn't walking into a trap for getting back at me for scaring her like I did.
After sitting there a few minutes, I pretty much knew she really fainted because by now she would have gotten fed up with me for not walking in the room into her trap.
I looked around the room and I saw and old rocking chair, an old doll was sitting there. It was yellow and torn with age and love. The bed and its sheets were torn, old, yellow, and the worse dust covered things. On the bed cover, you couldn't tell if it was supposed to be yellow or white, or maybe any color for that matter. On the wall, there was a dresser. On that dresser, there was a mirror. I walked over to the mirror and looked into it, maybe Misty finally saw what she really looked like that in there, that's why she fainted I bet! OOWOWOWOWOWOWOW!
*WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!*
OWOWOWOWOWOWOW!
*(Sigh) You're going to make me take over aren't you?*
OWOWOWOWOWOWOW! THAT HURT!
*Well you deserved it! Now I'm sure the people out there are wondering what happens, aren't you? (crickets) Um, oh well, we'll still continue anyway. And I'M going to continue.*
Ow, whatever you fiend. I'm going to put my head in an ice bucket.
*You deserved it!*
(Due to un-expected happenings, Ash's POV will now me changed to Misty's POV)
So! I was knocked out for a while. When I finally did wake up, I was on the girl's bed. I felt a cold cloth on my head. I slowly opened my eyes and blinked them. I looked around and saw someone coming into the doorway.
"AGH! STAY AWAY!"
"What's wrong with you?" Ash asked.
I breathed a sigh of relief. "I - I thought you were somebody else. Ash, doesn't this seem weird?
"Yeah. What do you think I would think?"
"I don't know."
"My best friend just faints and falls on the ground for no particular reason, then she screams when I walk in the room. Man, this house must really freak you out!"
I stared at ash. Did he not see the mirror? The room?
"Ash," I shakily started. "What does this room look like to you?"
"All the others rooms." He answered. "Old, musty, and dusty. Why?"
"Are you sure no one lives in here?"
"Sure I'm sure! I looked around every single room. Not one of them looks like it had been lived in, in, I don't know, three hundred years or so."
I looked into his eyes to make sure he wasn't kidding me. In his eyes showed nothing but honesty, and did I see worry in there?
I bit my lip and said nothing. I looked down. How can I explain to ash what I see without him thinking I'm a total nutcase? Okay, I'm sorry Ash, even more of a nutcase.
"Hey, Misty? I picked the next cleanest room, which happens to be right downstairs on the second floor
and I'm going to go to sleep, the rain doesn't seem to be letting up any time soon."
"NO!"
"What?" Ash looked at me strangely.
"I - I mean, please don't go Ash, please?"
"man, you must be really scared of this place!" I knew this would be another opportunity for Ash to tease me, but I was willing to risk it. If he can see that I'm scared, for real, and has any sense of decency, he'll stay, at least next door!
Ash sighed and shrugged. "Ok. I'll just be next door I guess, are you going to be ok in here?"
I sucked in a deep breath and nodded.
Ash looked at me uncertainly, but went into the next room.
"Hey Ash?" I called out,
"Huh?" he poked his head in my room, I could sense a trail of sleepiness in his voice, but I still needed to make sure. "You're not going anywhere right? You're going to stay right here."
Ash's face softened and he nodded. "Don't worry."
"Thanks."
I laid down and pulled the covers up to my chin, ready to pull them over my head at the slightest wrong sound. I'm sure Ash thought I was nuts already because he saw a dust covered sheet while I saw a normal, almost new bedspread. It actually felt comfy, but I was still scared, I was sleeping in a dead girls bed for all I know! Oh no Misty you don't! Don't go thinking about those horror stories you've read or movies you've seen1 there can't be a dead girl in the closet or even under the bed. And this house certainly isn't haunted by that spirit! Wanting revenge on the person who killed it, but thinking that that person was me. Nah.
My eyes widened at the possibilities. I wanted so bad to run over to ash, but I sucked it up and slid farther under the sheets.
Despite my fear of this room, I looked out from under the covers and looked around. Actually, this place really wasn't too bad.
I looked at the cute rocking chair. The closet that was painted baby blue - my favorite color. The dresser with the mirror on it, OH! That horrid mirror! I hope whatever I saw is only in the mirror, not outside!
I looked around the room just to make sure it wasn't too bad, when the lighting flashed, and I saw it.
It just seemed to stare at me, paralyzing me with its no eyes. The wrinkled, almost bony skin seemed to fall of its face. In place of its eyes, it seemed to produce fire. I could feel the tears streaming down on my face in rivers. This certainly didn't look like a haunter or gaungar, or even a gastly, but a real live, a real live, thing! I wanted to scream so bad! But my voice just wasn't cooperating.
Suddenly, as soon as I felt my legs again, my voice still wasn't working, but I ran straight out of that room and into Ash's.
He was there just like he promised and was sitting up in almost staring at nothing. As soon as he looked at me he gaped and scooted over for me to sit on his bed. I was so scared, I didn't care who I was with, just as
long as it wasn't it. I jumped onto his bed and practically head butted him.
"Misty! What's wrong?"
I could answer, I just sat there and cried into his shirt.
I felt arms wrap around my shaking body and hold me close.
He started to hug me closer as I cried even harder and I heard him whisper comforting words to me.
"Sh, it'll be ok, Misty, just tell me what wrong, please?"
*OK! I'm back! Can I finish my story?*
Sigh. I suppose you can, since it IS your turn. And I was just getting to the good part!
*Which part is the good part?*
When I was about to tell you what happened and how sweet you were being to me.
*(blushes) Well, what do want? You looked so scared, I - I'd never seen you that scared! Not even close! Something HAD to have happened.*
Well you didn't believe me at first!
*Well, you have to admit, it did seem pretty weird! Besides, you would have been even worse than
me!*
Yes, but you would have challenged the thing to a Pokemon battle! Anyway, here it is. It's your turn.
*AW HEY! You used up all my time! Because it's time to go! Geez, that's the last time I let you take over!*
It's not my fault you made me do it!
*Yes it is*
No it's not!
*IS!*
NOT
*IS*
NOT
*IS*
NOT
...
...
...
...
And so on and so on. We leave our heroes and heroines fighting about who fault it is Ash didn't get to finish his story telling time. Not to worry! Ash will be next!
("HEY!" ~ Misty "hey what?" ~ Ash "It's my turn next!" ~ Misty "Is not!" ~ Ash "Is too!" ~ Misty... ... ... "Pikachu?" ~ Me "Pika. ((Gladly.)) PIKACHUUUU!)
ANYWAY! Now that that's over with. Review and see what happens next and to see just who it really is!
~ Smile Jesus loves you!
So please review and tell me how stupid it is, ok? Ok. (Or even better, how good it is!) Please? Pretty please with cherries on top? *Sigh* Anyway, here is that story you've all been waiting for! (Riiiight)
Why I'm taking so long to get to this story, my dad is looking over my shoulder and making me paranoid.
Also, my dad just got a new computer and keyboard which is a lot quieter and niftier than mine, so I'm not here drooling -as dad says- over the keyboard trying to type more and enjoy the soft quietness of it all.
Ages ~
Ash ~ 16
Misty ~ 16
Haunted Hearts
~ Part 2; 'You're hallucinating!' ~
(Ash's POV)
Now it's finally my turn to tell the story! Misty will just have to sit back and listen to how stupid she sounded!
*Well then, in that case, I get to annoy you like you did me. And for your information, I was right. I may have sounded stupid but I was right and you admit it! So NENER NENER!*
Whatever.
ANYWAY!
This first thing I hear when I wake up from Misty's very painful bashing of the head...
*Of which you highly deserved!*
...is Misty's screaming.
At first I thought she was just imagining things and screaming to herself, or trying to get more attention, but then I hear a loud *thump* So I run upstairs to see what was wrong.
*AW! Did you hear that? Ash was worrying about me!*
SHUT-UP! Ok! I'm sorry I ever barged in on your story and I won't do it again! Now will you stop?
*No. this was just a good excuse for me to annoy you.*
AGH! JUST STOP! I'll, I'll, I don't know. I think of something drastic when we're all done with this, now please! I beg of you to STOP!
*Oh ok. But only since you begged!*
Ok! Now that we have that settled, back to the story WITHOUT interruptions.
When I heard Misty screamed and that loud thud I ran upstairs to see what was wrong.
By the time I ran all the way up to the third floor, I was exhausted! Those floors are long and windy.
I looked in all the rooms. Every single room was old, musty, and dusty with dust piled about one or two
inches high. Everything looked like it hadn't been used in, what? Three thousand years?
*Ash! Stop exaggerating and I won't have to interrupt!*
Fine, fine! It looked about three hundred years, give or take a few. I ran into the room misty was in and gasped.
Misty was lying on the ground fainted.
I walked cautiously to her making sure I wasn't walking into a trap for getting back at me for scaring her like I did.
After sitting there a few minutes, I pretty much knew she really fainted because by now she would have gotten fed up with me for not walking in the room into her trap.
I looked around the room and I saw and old rocking chair, an old doll was sitting there. It was yellow and torn with age and love. The bed and its sheets were torn, old, yellow, and the worse dust covered things. On the bed cover, you couldn't tell if it was supposed to be yellow or white, or maybe any color for that matter. On the wall, there was a dresser. On that dresser, there was a mirror. I walked over to the mirror and looked into it, maybe Misty finally saw what she really looked like that in there, that's why she fainted I bet! OOWOWOWOWOWOWOW!
*WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!*
OWOWOWOWOWOWOW!
*(Sigh) You're going to make me take over aren't you?*
OWOWOWOWOWOWOW! THAT HURT!
*Well you deserved it! Now I'm sure the people out there are wondering what happens, aren't you? (crickets) Um, oh well, we'll still continue anyway. And I'M going to continue.*
Ow, whatever you fiend. I'm going to put my head in an ice bucket.
*You deserved it!*
(Due to un-expected happenings, Ash's POV will now me changed to Misty's POV)
So! I was knocked out for a while. When I finally did wake up, I was on the girl's bed. I felt a cold cloth on my head. I slowly opened my eyes and blinked them. I looked around and saw someone coming into the doorway.
"AGH! STAY AWAY!"
"What's wrong with you?" Ash asked.
I breathed a sigh of relief. "I - I thought you were somebody else. Ash, doesn't this seem weird?
"Yeah. What do you think I would think?"
"I don't know."
"My best friend just faints and falls on the ground for no particular reason, then she screams when I walk in the room. Man, this house must really freak you out!"
I stared at ash. Did he not see the mirror? The room?
"Ash," I shakily started. "What does this room look like to you?"
"All the others rooms." He answered. "Old, musty, and dusty. Why?"
"Are you sure no one lives in here?"
"Sure I'm sure! I looked around every single room. Not one of them looks like it had been lived in, in, I don't know, three hundred years or so."
I looked into his eyes to make sure he wasn't kidding me. In his eyes showed nothing but honesty, and did I see worry in there?
I bit my lip and said nothing. I looked down. How can I explain to ash what I see without him thinking I'm a total nutcase? Okay, I'm sorry Ash, even more of a nutcase.
"Hey, Misty? I picked the next cleanest room, which happens to be right downstairs on the second floor
and I'm going to go to sleep, the rain doesn't seem to be letting up any time soon."
"NO!"
"What?" Ash looked at me strangely.
"I - I mean, please don't go Ash, please?"
"man, you must be really scared of this place!" I knew this would be another opportunity for Ash to tease me, but I was willing to risk it. If he can see that I'm scared, for real, and has any sense of decency, he'll stay, at least next door!
Ash sighed and shrugged. "Ok. I'll just be next door I guess, are you going to be ok in here?"
I sucked in a deep breath and nodded.
Ash looked at me uncertainly, but went into the next room.
"Hey Ash?" I called out,
"Huh?" he poked his head in my room, I could sense a trail of sleepiness in his voice, but I still needed to make sure. "You're not going anywhere right? You're going to stay right here."
Ash's face softened and he nodded. "Don't worry."
"Thanks."
I laid down and pulled the covers up to my chin, ready to pull them over my head at the slightest wrong sound. I'm sure Ash thought I was nuts already because he saw a dust covered sheet while I saw a normal, almost new bedspread. It actually felt comfy, but I was still scared, I was sleeping in a dead girls bed for all I know! Oh no Misty you don't! Don't go thinking about those horror stories you've read or movies you've seen1 there can't be a dead girl in the closet or even under the bed. And this house certainly isn't haunted by that spirit! Wanting revenge on the person who killed it, but thinking that that person was me. Nah.
My eyes widened at the possibilities. I wanted so bad to run over to ash, but I sucked it up and slid farther under the sheets.
Despite my fear of this room, I looked out from under the covers and looked around. Actually, this place really wasn't too bad.
I looked at the cute rocking chair. The closet that was painted baby blue - my favorite color. The dresser with the mirror on it, OH! That horrid mirror! I hope whatever I saw is only in the mirror, not outside!
I looked around the room just to make sure it wasn't too bad, when the lighting flashed, and I saw it.
It just seemed to stare at me, paralyzing me with its no eyes. The wrinkled, almost bony skin seemed to fall of its face. In place of its eyes, it seemed to produce fire. I could feel the tears streaming down on my face in rivers. This certainly didn't look like a haunter or gaungar, or even a gastly, but a real live, a real live, thing! I wanted to scream so bad! But my voice just wasn't cooperating.
Suddenly, as soon as I felt my legs again, my voice still wasn't working, but I ran straight out of that room and into Ash's.
He was there just like he promised and was sitting up in almost staring at nothing. As soon as he looked at me he gaped and scooted over for me to sit on his bed. I was so scared, I didn't care who I was with, just as
long as it wasn't it. I jumped onto his bed and practically head butted him.
"Misty! What's wrong?"
I could answer, I just sat there and cried into his shirt.
I felt arms wrap around my shaking body and hold me close.
He started to hug me closer as I cried even harder and I heard him whisper comforting words to me.
"Sh, it'll be ok, Misty, just tell me what wrong, please?"
*OK! I'm back! Can I finish my story?*
Sigh. I suppose you can, since it IS your turn. And I was just getting to the good part!
*Which part is the good part?*
When I was about to tell you what happened and how sweet you were being to me.
*(blushes) Well, what do want? You looked so scared, I - I'd never seen you that scared! Not even close! Something HAD to have happened.*
Well you didn't believe me at first!
*Well, you have to admit, it did seem pretty weird! Besides, you would have been even worse than
me!*
Yes, but you would have challenged the thing to a Pokemon battle! Anyway, here it is. It's your turn.
*AW HEY! You used up all my time! Because it's time to go! Geez, that's the last time I let you take over!*
It's not my fault you made me do it!
*Yes it is*
No it's not!
*IS!*
NOT
*IS*
NOT
*IS*
NOT
...
...
...
...
And so on and so on. We leave our heroes and heroines fighting about who fault it is Ash didn't get to finish his story telling time. Not to worry! Ash will be next!
("HEY!" ~ Misty "hey what?" ~ Ash "It's my turn next!" ~ Misty "Is not!" ~ Ash "Is too!" ~ Misty... ... ... "Pikachu?" ~ Me "Pika. ((Gladly.)) PIKACHUUUU!)
ANYWAY! Now that that's over with. Review and see what happens next and to see just who it really is!
~ Smile Jesus loves you!