- - - Dear Journal

After that night (as well as the night before, I suppose...) the house was as silent as ever.  It's been that way for a while- about two weeks, I think.  I don't know if it was just a weird coincidence or if it really was Ash's ghost, but as long as it's over...   it really doesn't matter...
I don't know what to think now.  I'll just try to forget, I guess.

I haven't broken anything in a while.  And Brock is still confused with the whole 'egg-thing'.  I never did tell him what happened- what I truly saw.  I haven't had a nightmare since.  I think I'm getting better.  Maybe this journal writing thing is helping.  
No.. I think I was just losing my mind, is all.

If anything does happen again, I hope it doesn't include Brock as well.  He's done enough and I'm grateful that he's letting me stay here.  Living with my sisters right now... it'd probably kill me.  Ha ha... Wow, I'm laughing.  - - -  



Misty closed the journal with a soft smile and leaned back into the chair into the tunnel of cool air coming from the air vent above.  Her door leaned open a little.  Alerted, she looked to her left and there was Brock.

"Hey.  How you doing?"

Misty smiled, "Good.  Why?"

He arched an eyebrow, "Well, you haven't broken anything for a while, now."

She tried to act surprised and stood up, "Really?  How long has it been?"

"Uh... almost two weeks, I think."

"Well, you wanna start now?  We could try one of your arms or if you could spare-"

"No.  Nevermind..."  Brock sweatdropped.  "I was just wondering.. I haven't heard a crash or shatter from your room for a while."

"Well, I'm fine, Brock."  She said, sitting down on her bed.

"'Kay, goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Misty smiled.  It's been so long since she just randomly smiled like that.  

'I'm just in a good mood.'  She giggled.

The moon was shining brightly tonight.  It cast senseless spells upon the city beneath its presence and the stars gathered around to nod in agreement.  Misty pulled the curtains open even wider to let the moonlight spill into the room, blending in with the bright table lamp inside.   She reached for the glass of water that she had poured earlier and brought it to her lips taking a big gulp.  

Suddenly, something solid in the water swept her nose and she coughed, spewing water at the window.  Something black and soaked lay at the brim of the cup.  Misty peeled it off.  It was another feather.

Something scurried up her backbone.  All sound in the room, from the chirping of crickets to the beat of her own heart stopped suddenly as her mind tried to process the black essence at the tip of her finger.

"No!"  She gasped.

The air suddenly felt... unusually cold.

Facing the floor, the moon's radiance grew brighter.  No... it was just getting darker...  Slowly, she turned around.  The lamp, once glowing brightly, began fading slowly... slowly...  

Misty felt her heart pace increase rapidly and wondered if it was even healthy.  The natural light behind her continued to brighten, slowly, with each quickly passing second, casting her shadow as it became darker, stretching across the room- the shadow of a scared little girl shaking in fright of the anticipated ghost of a long-lost friend.   A ghost.  Something dead, yet entwined mysteriously into the living world- not to mention into her room.  

Without further thought, she ran out of her bedroom.

'Just when I thought it was over...'  She thought with a tear.






She must have made it about half-way through the house and into the living room where she sat on the couch beneath the light of the ceiling fan.  It was almost an hour since the... incident... and no one had waken up, thank God.  

She for some reason felt safer in this part of the house.  It felt more livelier and lighter than her room.  If anything, it had a phone- for emergencies, of course- in case she needed the priest or something- nothing big...

'Okay, let's analyze the obvious.' She thought, 'Either there's a ghost in this house or I'm just crazy.  Chances are, since I'm the one who's having second thoughts on the chance of my needing mental care, I'm more likely to be haunted.   But by who?  Can it really be Ash?  But why would he do this to me; we're- we were best friends.'

The television suddenly flicked on, interrupting her thoughts.  She looked around for the remote hurriedly to turn the volume down, but it was nowhere to be found.

"-at 10:52 this evening, a local at the Goldenrod Collage of Industry reported another sighting of the mysterious 'witch-woman' and followers lurking about the Goldenrod Caves.  Police indicate that this is the fourteenth sighting in less than a month, but have no records of trails, fingerprints, or tracks left behind as they seemed to disappear in the near woods.   Apparently, the unknown group repeats the same thing each night, returning to the cave.  Local police are looking in on the matter.  Back to you, Ker-"

Misty felt frozen to her seat.  Something was wrong, and she knew it.








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