The Great Pokemon Conspiracies:

~The Old Chateau~

Chapter Four: Things Get Spooky

Everyone quickly looked around. There was no one else except for the seven of us.

Well, OK, maybe not all of us looked around. Roselio was too busy looking down at the ground. He didn't want to see who it was if we really weren't alone.

That was when he surprised us out of our skin (or fur) by screeching, "AAAAAAAAHHHH!" and running to hide behind Ultramarine.

"What's wrong?!" Dusk asked, turning around abruptly.

"Th-th-there!" Roselio pointed a shaky rose at the shards of glass littered on the ground. "I s-s-saw something in th-th-there!"

I coolly went and peered at the shards of glass. "Nothing," I said, raising an eyebrow as I turned to look at the cowering Roselio.

He let out another little scream, his arm still pointed directly at the shards. "THERE!"

I whipped my head around again, looking at the shards. What I saw in them this time made me step back in horror. Silversong was also unlucky enough to see it. She gasped.

In the shards, there was a face like no other. It belonged to someone rugged and old. It was very pale, almost white, but was sooty and covered in dusty black patches. Its eyes were unnaturally wide until we could see white all around the pupils. It had a white mustache, and its mouth was in a perfect O as if screaming in silent fear.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" Roselio, Silversong, and I screamed in not-so-silent fear.

"OK, OK." Swiftwing winged his way past us until he was standing right in front of the shards. "What is it? What did you see?"

He looked at the shards, and frowned when he couldn't see anything. "I don't see anything."

"There was a face in there," Silversong said.

"Maybe you only saw my reflection?" Dusk suggested. Maybe she was worried that we might be loony more than anything else.

"No, it was of an old man," I insisted. "We did see it."

Dusk looked around but saw no old man. "Are you sure?"

"Of course we are!" Silversong exclaimed indignantly. "We know what we see."

Roselio shook his head. "That's it," he said. "I hate this place. I'm getting out of here."

And before Swiftwing could stop him, he had already run out of the dining room.

...

We followed Roselio out into the hall to see him throw himself at the door.

"I can't open it," he wailed.

"Like I said earlier, it's probably just stuck," Swiftwing said, flying over to try it. It stayed stuck.

"Here, let me," Ultramarine said. He jiggled the door handle. The only thing he did was break it off.

All the color drained from Roselio's face. "Oh. Well then, we're doomed."