Chapter no.216 A Ghostly Situation

[ POV Change ]
It was a beautiful night.
The stars were bright.
In fact, it was the most peaceful night on that day.
Austin took a stroll through the town he was staying at with Pikachu on his shoulders.
He needed some fresh air after everything that he said to his friends.
Not that much people were around though, as if everyone else went to bed.
"How come no one is out on a beautiful and peaceful night out like this?", Austin asked.
" Pika, Pi." Pikachu just shrugged as Austin said,"Maybe they thought it's too scary to stay up past their bed time."
Pikachu's ears dropped at his trainer's terrible sense of humor.
Austin just sighed as time went on, they both enjoyed the beauty and peace surrounding them.
I needed this.
Austin thought before something attracted his attention.
News was being broadcasted on television on display.
Austin stopped as he saw the team rocket logo on display.
[…] officers had to intervene after a seemingly peaceful protest escalated to an aggressive conflict between protestors from the Naturalist movement and a small group of civilians. The movement, self denominated the "Acolytes of Mew", are a group of ideologists known for their radical views against the current state of Pokémon, calling out the man-made intervention and modifications as blasphemous. According to them, Pokémon should remain the creatures they were always known as and not the overdeveloped […]
[…] in other news, a crime was committed last Sunday's night inside the grounds of the Gladiadores Arena, located on the East part of Saffron City. Francisco Drake, a Lucha Libre Pokémon player of the newly emerging sport Pokkén, was found dead having presented a severe head trauma. Paramedics were called as soon as a spectator discovered the body lying on the floor of the building's parking lot, but unfortunately were not able to do anything as the individual had already passed away. Drake was a member of a prestigious family line of athletes, who have called for justice against this act and demanded for the perpetrator to be found. Authorities cordoned off the site this morning and the investigation is suspects the involvement of team rocket […]
Austin frowned at the news but for some reason he felt as if he was being watched.
Suddenly out of the blue, a small drizzle began to occur causing Austin to look up in confusion.
I am sure there was no rain clouds when I came in.
( ~ Ting ~ )
Wortortle broke out of his Pokeball as he began to enjoy the rain with was slowly turning into a down pour. The rain was coming down in torrents and forming puddles on the ground and lightning crashed in the air, lighting up the landscape for a moment, as everyone searched for shelter. Everyone included Pikachu and Austin meanwhile Wortortle was having the time of his life in the rain.
Austin hoped to reach his inn faster, but it looked as though that would have to wait; the wind was so strong that it was nearly impossible to walk against and the rain was stinging their faces except Wortortle, making it hard to see more than a few feet in front of us.
Austin tried to enter into the T.V store but it was closed.
Then why is the T.V running?
Austin thought furiously before Pikachu shouted out.
Following Pikachu's finger, a large and crumbling mansion with paint flaking off the walls and several wild Zubats fluttering in and out of a broken window. What with the storm and everything, it was so eerie that it bore a strong resemblence to the set of a horror film.
' Ok, that's just screaming it's a bad idea to go in there.'
"Maybe a mad scientist lives there," Austin suggested. "And he's going to capture us and use us in some evil experiment."
" Pika, Pi." Pikachu glared at his trainer for trying to scare him while Wortortle spat out the rain water he tried drinking.
" We are only staying at the porch until the storm dies down."
Pikachu nodded as after everything that happened in Lavender Town, he was done with anything creepy.
.....
Austin, Pikachu and Wortortle stood bored as it rained cats and dogs.
Austin and Pikachu were playing I-spy while Wortortle suddenly turned with something tapped his shoulders.
Suddenly a hand of darkness outstretched from the ground and snatched up Wortortle's glasses before fleeing.
Wortortle followed after into the creepy mansion.
Pikachu and Austin stared at one another before releasing a sigh.
Of course this was going to happen.
The door creaked on its rusty hinges as Austin pushed it open, sounding as though it was complaining to itself about being disturbed after a long and pleasent sleep. It was dark inside, so dark that they could hardly make out the silouettes of the others, and there was a gloomy air about the place as if some unspeakable horror had occured within these walls. Maybe whatever that was had been the reason this house had stood abandoned for however long it had been, Austin speculated as he steeled myself and stepped over the threshold with Pikachu hiding inside the backpack.
" Real brave buddy."
" Pika, Pikachu." Pikachu called out from the backpack .
Austin could feel a light switch on the wall and flicked it in the hope of giving themselves some light. But nothing happened - the chandelier whose outline was visible on the ceiling continue to hang there unilluminated. "The electric's off," Austin told Pikachu.
Austin released Charmeleon from his Pokeall as his tail lit up part of the room allowing them to see at least some of their surroundings, which appeared to consist of an old parlour of the sort once found in relatively wealthy households. A large fireplace and mantelpiece dominated the wall immediately in front of them, the chairs were made of red velvet with high backs and craved wooden armrests and an Arcanine stood tall and proud in the corner. But there was something odd about it - it hadn't moved a muscle and, when we got closer, we immediately saw why . . .
"It's stuffed," said Austin as used the light provided by his Pokedex as his torch on the Arcanine and revealed its glassy lifeless eyes. Beside me, Charmeleon shuddered at the sight of the Pokemon frozen into a position that made it look as though it would come to life at any moment, but I was quick to try and reassure him.
"It won't hurt you," Austin told him "It's just a dead Arcanine and dead things can't do you any harm . . ."
'Well, why didn't its trainer bury it?'
Austin thought while keeping a wary distance from the Arcanine.
Who in their right minds would want to come within touching distance of such a thing? But Austin also had an idea what the unknown trainer's motives had been . . .
"I expect whoever its trainer was couldn't bear to be parted from it," Austin suggested. "All the same, I don't think we'll be spending the night here. Let's find Wortortle before he hurts himself . . ."
Pikachu and Charmeleon nodded hurriedly.
Austin held his makeshift torch in front of him as he led the way up the creaky old stairs, which squeaked loudly as we stepped on them. None of them had any idea what they would find in the upstairs rooms, but Austin hoped that they would find Wortortle as fast as they could.
" Wortortle!"
" Pika !"
" Char !"
Austin was distracted with his thoughts before Pikachu grabbing him by the shoulder.
Austin whipped round with the intention of scolding her for startling him. But the words died on his lips when he saw the terrified expression on his face.
"Pikachu," he whispered nervously as he raised his paw towards his ear.
"Hear what?" Austin asked, cupping his hand round his ear. "I don't hear anything."
' Ok, this is official. I have the worst luck ever. First lavender tower and now this.'
Munna, Clefable and Ninjask emerged from their Ball in a flash of light and stood beside me protectively.
Charmeleon, Munna, Pikachu, Clefable and Ninjask - five Pokemon assembled beside Austin, all of them alert for the slightest hint of trouble. We could only hope that they would be enough for whatever was lurking here; this was exactly the sort of place where Ghost Pokemon liked to hang out . . .
As if even thinking about Ghost Pokemon had tempted fate, the sound of mocking laughter issued forth again - and, this time, we all heard it. "Haunt haunt haunt," came the eerie whispering laugh of a Ghost Pokemon from somewhere nearby, although none of us could tell where. That was the problem with Ghost Types - they were notoriously tricky to spot and were inclined to play mischievious tricks on unwary trainers.
The sound clearly spooked Pikachu before he hid behind Austin's leg. And the other Pokemon seemed rather nervy as well.
Before the floor suddenly split out as they were pied.
" Kekekekeeke."
From the shadows, the shiny alpha haunter they battled in Lavender Tower emerged with Wortortle laughing on Haunter's back.
Austin couldn't help but break out laughing in disbelief at the situation they were in.
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[ An Hour Later ]
After surviving Haunter's prank, Austin made his way back to the inn only to receive a call from Agatha.
"Your father's… pokémon?" Austin swallowed, trying to digest what he had just learnt. "Your father…"
"Ethan Ainsworth." Agatha pronounced. "My father had left to reseal that monster you fought in lavender Tower… and then never came home again. "
Austin cast a sideways glance at the door.
Haunter dissipated inside the shadows lining the corridors while Pikachu was on edge since he had become a victim of Haunter's pranks.
" Elite four."
" It's just Agatha."
" Agatha, what is Haunter doing here ? Shouldn't he be with you ?"
" She."
" Pardon."
" Haunter is a she."
" Sorry, shouldn't she be with you ?"
" The Ghost Tower is not just home to Haunter's first master, but also home for her own kin."
"I… understand." He tried.
"You don't." Agatha accused sharply, staring at him with her sharp hawk-like eyes. On closer look, one of her eyes seemed dead, cold—a prosthetic at best to maintain her facial outlook. Her face softened soon after. "And for your own good, I hope you never do."
Austin didn't know what to make of that statement.
" You still haven't answered my question."
Agatha shrugged. "She wants to be your pokemon. It is not my decision. It is hers." She stared at him with a curious expression as she gazed upon Austin who had a surprise look in his eyes.
Austin called out," Haunter, is this true ?"
Haunter emerged from his shadow before placing an egg in Austin's hand.
Austin looked at the egg in confusion before looking up which scared him to his core as he looked at the absolutely terrifying look on Haunter's face.
Haunter burst out laughing at Austin's fear.
" Get used to this because raising ghost type pokemon is harder then handling children."
" C..can I say, no ?" Austin said but Haunter smirked as she grabbed a Pokeball from Austin's belt.
" Ahhh!" Austin screamed as he tried to cover himself since Haunter had ripped his pants off.
" Ting "
The sounds of a pokeball shaking causing Austin to look at the ground which had his torn pants with a pokeball shaking before it stopped.
" Good luck and welcome to hell known as raising a Ghost Pokemon." Agatha said.
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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗸 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗚𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘀𝘀/𝗽𝗼𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗠𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗻 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝗮 𝗚𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘃𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀, 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗮 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗽'𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘄𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘃𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗚𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗚𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻. 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗚𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺, 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲. 𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻-𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘄 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺. 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝘆, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗺𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁. 𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗳𝘂𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻.]