Haunting Tales and Frightened Wails

[Catilena1890]

Welcome my minions. It is almost time, halloween is almost here! Oh I am so excited. My favorite time of year, halloween. However, I do feel there is one thing missing. What is halloween without scary stories?

Tell me your best scary story. It doesn't have to be real long, but I don't like short tales either. I want you to scare me with everything you've got. Your tale can be ambiguous if you like, for the best horrors have no clear ending, but I do have one condition.

Human world monsters are pathetic and worthless. You won't even get a sneeze from me if your story has a vampire or dead humans coming back to life. Now, werepoke's and zombie pokemon, these fill me with the chills I oh-so love, and if you really want to get into the halloween spirit, then a good horror pokemon story is the way to go.

You have until Halloween to share your scariest stories. You may submit up to three, but give the stories the respect they deserve, only one story per post. You may give your creation a title, but titles are irrelevant this time of year. As long as I can follow your story and have nightmares over it, you`ll be fine. All stories go here, but again, one story per post *so that if you go without titles, I can identify each story without mixing them*

Try your best, my friends. I don't scare easy, but you are Victory Seekers aren't you? You relish a challenge. Good luck.[/color]

[sigma]

It was a bright and sunny day.

Exactly the kind of day where you don't expect anything out of the ordinary.

However, this was not just any bright and sunny day- it was a little boy's birthday.

And his parents had gotten him the Eevee he had insisted on having.

"I love him! I'm gonna call him Fang," the kid said, snuggling the Eevee close to him. His parents smiled proudly, and left him to play with his Pokemon.

Days passed, and the boy and Eevee grew close.

Years passed, and the boy began to raise the Eevee into a fine battler.

One day, he asked the Eevee what it wanted to evolve into. The little Pokemon couldn't make up its mind.

But it was okay. There was time. Each day, the boy asked his Eevee what it wanted to evolve into. It knew it wanted to evolve, it really did, but what to pick?

Weeks passed this way, and boy and Pokemon grew increasingly frustrated about Eevee's future form.

So eventually, the boy figured he'd make his Eevee like no other Eevee before it.

The lab was shady, and not the kind of place you wanted to be after dark. So he came in the middle of the day, fox Pokemon in arm. Apparently, they had combined a Thunderstone, Fire Stone, and Water Stone into one, and it might just work on his Eevee.

Money traded hands, and the stone was his.

Eevee was nervous, but what was the worst that could happen?

That evening, high-pitched screams rang out from the boy's house. By the time the police got there, there was nothing left of the house but charred, soaked, electrocuted remains.

And the pawprints of something bigger than an Eevee staggering off with a crazed, uneven gait into the woods.