Here
is the next semi-exciting chapter of…. (drum roll)… I have no life! Yaaaaaay!
Hee hee… erm… ignore…
Doing
something a TAD different, not much though. So read and review!
Ages
~
Ash
~ 16
Misty
~ 16
Begin!
*Alright
Ashy, it's your turn now!*
I know
*So
get on with it then!*
I
would if you would let me!
*I
am letting you!*
Liar.
*Just
shut-up and get on with the story!*
I
am! Sheesh.
Haunted Hearts
~ Part 9; Lose someone? ~
"Misty?"
I called out. She was here just a minute ago…
"Misty?"
I called again, "This isn't funny!"
I
walked around the large living room looking for Misty. Maybe she was hiding! I
looked under the dusty sheets that hung over the old furniture, I even looked
in the closet! (VERY dusty by the way!)
I
was getting worried. I ran to the next room and gasped. There on every wall,
which looked a mile high, was shelves upon shelves with millions upon millions
of books! Have you ever seen Beauty in
the Beast when the beast gives her the library? This is what it looks like!
"Misty?" I called out timidly. I shivered. There was a bit of a draft. Too
freaky! I ran out of the room and went up to the second floor. I opened some
doors, all bedrooms, some less fancy then others, some had king size beds, some
had just a mattress and nothing else. The second to last room I walked in was
different. It looked like a little boys room!
Cautiously
I crept around the large room. On one was a shelf built into the wall with a
bunch of stuffed animals on it. In the corner was a small bed, fit for a little
boy. A wooden chest was set at the foot of the bed. I was a little afraid to
see what was in it. Being in a haunted house does tend to get your mind to
imagine things. There could be a small boy in there or something else!
After
standing there for a few minutes, curiosity finally over came my fear and I
hurridly opened up the chest. I sighed with deep relief. Inside there was a
bunch of toys! There was a nifty fire truck, a baseball bat, and hey! There was
a little box. I reached down to pick it up. It was velvety and decorated.
Something special must've been in it! Slowly I opened it up, inside was a…
poke'ball?! I gaped. There was a pokemon still living inside here? How long had
it been in there?
I
was about to throw it, but I heard a noise from above. "MISTY!" The poke'ball
forgotten on the bed, I raced upstairs as fast as I could. When I reached the
top, I stopped dead in my tracks. There in front of me, the attic door was
open, swinging back lazily from a small breeze coming from the attic. I gulped.
Why would Misty go up there? She was terrified of this place! Let alone the
attic… but… I had to find Misty! So with a deep gulp, I summoned all my courage
and took the slow, painful agonizing steps towards the attic.
I
got there sooner than I'd hoped. I looked up the dark stairs leading to the
attic. I could feel the cold breeze flowing from the attic. I shivered a bit. I
shrugged it off. I HAD to get Misty! She could be in trouble! With that
thought, I raced up the stairs and looked around. I sighed. There was nothing
but some old boxes and just old junk.
Suddenly,
I stopped. I felt a cool breeze coming from behind me. It wasn't just any
breeze, it came with the sense that someone, or SOMETHING was behind me.
Slowly
I turned. My eyes widened and I gasped out a small, "No…" I took an involuntary
step backwards, knocking some box over. I didn't care at all. Standing there in
front of me was a ghost. But not just any ghost, this ghost had red hair, and
aqua eyes. In other words, it looked like the ghost of Misty.
The
ghost smiled warmly at me and waved shyly. I could feel something flowing in my
eyes. I didn't care once they feel down my cheeks. All I cared about was the
ghost in front of me. Misty's ghost.
Then
I heard it. "Ash? Ash where are you?"
My
head sharply turned to the stairs. MISTY! The voice came from downstairs. But
how could that b if there was a ghost… I turned my head back to look at the
ghost, but it was gone.
Misty's
ghost was gone.
I
heard my name called again from downstairs. Praying against all hope, I jumped
down the attic stairs and almost bumped into something.
"ASH!
Watch where you're going – huh? Are you okay Ash?" Misty looked at me with deep
concern.
Was
I okay? WAS I OKAY?! MISTY WAS ALIVE!
She
just looked at me with a worried look while I stood there gaping at her, tears
still running down my cheeks, but they were happy tears!
Misty's
fears were greatened when I ran to her and enveloped her in a big squeeze.
"YOU'RE
ALIVE!" I cried out happily, still holding her in my hug. I never wanted to let
her go.
A
thought still plagued my mind. What if she really would die? And if that wasn't
her ghost, then who was it that looked just like her? Okay… two thoughts…
*Ash!
That was so unbelievably sweet!*
Why
thank-you!
*Sniff
I didn't know you cared so much!*
Well…..
hee hee
Oh!
Look! Time to go! Aren't I cruel? Yeah… actually isn't much of a cliff hanger
for once. Mwa! (Don't mind the hyper one)
Guess
what! I like AAML so much, I dedicated a site for it ^_^ Go visit it! It's http://www.geocities.com/ashandmistyslove/
SO
GO VISIT PLEASE!
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