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The familiars are lovely, but I think I'll pass.

Username: ~Twilight...Angel~
Word Count: 88
The Story: The Desert Resort in Black and White has Yamask inside: those are Pokémon based off of Egyptian souls combined with death masks. The White Dex Entry states "These Pokémon arose from the spirits of people interred in graves in past ages. Each retains memories of its former life." A Pokémon from the spirits of the dead, in a wrecked tower. Alternatively, the Black dex entry states "They look at their mask and cry". Apparently, the mask is an exact replica of that person's face when they were human.

Username: Fea Line
Word Count: 201
The Story: Legend speaks of a bridge that lies between route 16 and 15 called the Marvelous Bridge. But in fact, it isn't quite so marvelous. The figures of a man and woman can be seen at the end but once you approach the woman disappears. They say that the ghostly woman was once a young girl who was victim of a sad and tragic accident. For reasons unknown, Darkrai cast its evil nightmare fuel upon the young girl, causing her to fall into a dark dream. Inside her dream its said she could hear the voice of her father telling her to give up hope. Normally a Darkrai would use such methods as defense but this one was purposeful. Perhaps it had sinister motives?To what extent? Or maybe it was simply lonely? No one knows for sure.... Those who sought to save her however, failed to reach her in time and she was trapped in this dream for so long that eventually she perished. They say her spirit that was left behind still tries to protect an item called the Lunar Wing, the one thing that could have saved her life, so that maybe another victim like herself could be saved.

Username: Kaya Wolf Moon
Word Count: 164
The Story: When the day is gone, and night has come. When the shadows are their darkest. Beware the light that shines the brightest, for its presence spells true doom. Should you find yourself entranced, feel yourself grow still, then know it wants and comes for you. There. In the darkness. Do you see it yet? A glimpse of a spark. The leering of an eye. That flicker of gloom. It draws ever nearer. Quick as a flash, faster than fast, a ponderous weight encroaches.

Not there, but here. Your mind’s unclear now. Where were you going? That tickle of breathing against your neck. A touch of cobwebs to your skin. Or is it fingers which you feel? Call out. Quickly! Lest you forever regret it. Except, there’s no one to hear. Not a soul for miles. Just you and… Dare you turn to learn the truth, see what lurks behind? If you be foolish, then try it. For those faces of demise shall join you.

(Note: I'm only eligible for familiars)

Username: Rita Zyon
Word Count: 134
The Story: Once upon a time, a story was told to me when I was a small child. Nearby my house there was a playground with a gazebo and baseball field in the distance. My childhood friend told me that on those grounds there had been an accident and some workers passed away. This accident had been years ago, long before I moved to this place. One day my friend heard her dog barking from the basement. Checking on her dog, she noticed a man downstairs - a man who wore the exact same uniform as the workers who had passed away. Her dog continued to bark and eventually the man faded away. Years later, I never forgot this story and always wondered - was this story true or was my childhood friend simply trying to frighten me?

Let me know if this doesn't count as spooky enough.

Username: whoan
Word Count: 241
The Story:
Once there was a god of magic, of wonder. He was beloved by those who took his worship and he protected them with his vast power. But as his following grew, so did his thirst for more power. He turned to darker hexes and poisonous herbs and away from his crystals and his light. He followers grew sick, a decay of the bodies and their minds being connected to the darkening of their beloved god. The God's skin turned dusky as if covered in bruises, his eyes glowed with a madness. His blood became toxic and his body was tainted. His followers began to die, and as his people vanished the dark god took no notice. He did not need the warnings of his fellow deities. He became a god of dark magic and death before the end, not even being able to be touched by others without his taint destroying them. If you listen to the quiet of the new moon, you can hear his sobs as he was cast from his home to wander the shadows. But if you ever come upon him, do not touch him. Or his dark magic will tear you apart as it had done his soul. And the last you will see is his smile through his tears, madness taking over his very expression. All he wants to do was feel again. But keep your distance especially in the dark of the new moon.

Username: elfstar89
Word Count: 251
The Story:

On nights like these, the warm, close nights that seem all too brief at the height of a hot summer, it is not uncommon for children to go catch Illumise and Volbeat. But in one isolated village in Sinnoh on the edge of Eterna Forest, the elders told their children to never go chasing fireflies. For, they said, the spirits of those lost in the woods wandered still, trapped within its shadowy branches. And to especially never go near the old chateau someone had built there long ago.

But one little boy would not listen. He did not believe in the old stories; he wished to be a proper Pokemon professor, and do things by science.

Slipping out as he heard the first Kricketot songs, he ran into the woods, telling no one, for they would only stop him. Soon, he was very lost, and came to the chateau. Disbelieving the legends, and wanting to stay in a proper bed for the night, he went inside.

To his surprise, it was well cared for, with a bed just right for him inside, and went to sleep, marveling at how the lights flickered off as he drifted into the land of dreams. And he dreamed of Kricketots and labcoats, of science and renown...and of a thing with teeth launching himself at him.

Frightened, he awoke with a start...to see a gaseous form with murderous eyes gazing into his. He screamed in a voice that echoed to Kalos. A scream no one heard.

Username: SSBrosB
Word Count: 187
The Offering: Although the dusclops was a bit spooky, Bros cleared their throat and started with the best ghost story they could think of.

“Once, there was a little boy named Chad. But this story isn’t about him, because it’s always Chad’s fault when things go wrong.

But there was a boy named Bobby whom for some reason decided that one day, he would eat his sandwhich at the table closest to the woods while he was at school. According to local school legend, or when children wanted to dare each other into doing something stupid, that table was haunted. How was it haunted? Who knows considering they just made it up.

So anyway, Bobby sat down and opened his lunch, about to take a bite from his sandwhich that he had made. He took one bite, and immediately spit it out! Something was strange about this sandwhich! He took one of the pieces of bread off and saw his mortal arch nemesis of food, pickles! But he knew that he hadn’t put pickles on there! So where did the pickles come from?!?”

DUN DUN DUUUUUUNNNNNN!