ANgel was practically asleep on her feet when an abandoned house came into view. It was obviously abandoned, I mean,...the outside was falling apart! Despite it's appearance, it looked like the perfect place to stop and rest in the eyes of the two tired travelers.
They stepped onto the porch with caution, hearing the wood squeek under thier feet. Right now all wories about ghosts and the like were out of Angel's mind. If there was no bed she WOULD sleep on the floor. The door to the house was rotting, and despite the dead-bolt lock, Angel easily pulled the large door open, with help of her tired firey companion.
Once inside, they started up the stairs, where surely the bedrooms would be. True to her assumptions, there lay five rooms which to choose from. Angel and Wulf took the one directly in front of them, and had any attention been paid to details, it was clear thsi was a master bedroom. The bed was large, and full of dust. Angel patted that dust off, and pulled down the sheets to revel stark white sheets, untouched by age, but the sweet intoxicating smell of age lingered, and conforted the tired trainer.
She sat down upon the bed and took off her worn boots. Looking upon the table beside the bed, her smokey-green eyes were fixed upon the figure in the frame;
There in the picture, a handsome young man, no older than twenty, with fair skin, medium length purple-pink hair, and eyes to match. His grin was one to die for, and Angel smiled, If the man in the picture was the old owner of this house, at least if he returned to this half-delapidated heap, he didn't seem like he'd be to scary to be confronted by,...
With her thoughts, Angel sunk into the bed, and with a deep inhale, she grinned as she took in the scent of age, and fell into a deep sleep. No sound was heard from Wulf either, who had long since fallen asleep.
The clock struck the midnight hour, and out of the shadows of the hollow home, a Ghastly appeared. His main body,...a fair tan, and the gasses aroung him a purple-pink,...with matching eyes. He grinned down at the woman that lay upon his bed,..or at least,...the bed of his former self.
It has been many years since he had been a man, but since his death he had always haunted his old home. His name was Zane, and despite his reincarnated pokemon form, he still felt as if he were still human,....still thought as if he were human,....and being human,...and huMAN,....well I can leave you to think what Zane thought about a woman in his bed.
Yeah,...naughty pokemon.
For the longest time he remained hobvering,...casting a shadow through the moonlight that came through the window. After a while, he moved over to the Growlithe laying at the foot of the bed. It too was asleep.
Zane sighed,...these visitors were no fun,...no fun at all. At least not asleep. Maybe he should wake them up? Then he could pull many fun pranks,..some quite similar to the ones he pulled on his human friends when he, too, were human.
