IGN: LillithAensland
Pokemon Red Creepypasta
Gengar, my Favourite Pokemon
[spoiler]It was a dark, foggy night in Celadon. I had just gotten out of school, unusually late. Extra activities had gotten the best of me and I was incredibly tired. So were my Pokemons. That day we had a special training, we had to form a link between Pokemon and Trainer to be one. That was the main goal of the activity. Sadly, I failed miserably. I don’t know as to wether it was my fault or my Gengar’s fault, but we had both proven ourselves as failures. I was angry at him. I even threw a book through his etereal body, knowing that it would not harm him. I was absolutely mad at the Ghost since it made me fail the test that I had been working on the whole year. Gengar, on the other hand, was not angry, he felt quite...angry. Vengeful. He felt as if his trained had disrespected his majestic work and tried to punish him for it. Gengar was not one to mess with, it was one of those Pokemon’s whose nerves were really easy to get in. As I walked through the foggy streets, I left Gengar behind, I even ran away from him in an attempt to make him stop following me. “Get away, you disgrace! I don’t want an useless Pokemon!” I yelled at Ghost/Poison type Pokemon who was not around me anymore. With a sigh of relief, I made my way quickly towards home. Once I reached the entrance, I grabbed the doorknob and as I was about to twist it, the door itself opened. It was unlocked, a strange occurrence since my parents rarely left the door without any kind of locks. I walked inside, the strange mist that surrounded the city also made its way inside the house, quickly filling it. I found that suspicious, and my heart began to pound. I knew something was wrong, this wasn’t something common. I was scared. “M-Mom....D-Dad!?” I called out, hoping that there was someone. I hurried upstairs and into their room, and then I was greeted with the most unpleasant look. My dear mother had her torso opened in half, her bowels were splattered just about everywhere. My father had a rather purple-ish look, he seemed to have been poisoned by some kind of toxine. I breathed heavily now, sweat coming down my forehead as my blue eyes looked around the room, not believing the sight; my parents had been indeed murdered. My eyes filled with tears. Then, I felt it. A warm, unsettling and spooky feeling on my neck. Someone was breathing on my neck. My heart began to race. I turned around and the last thing I saw was my ‘trustworthy’ Gengar before fading to black.
A couple of years followed after that. The story had become a myth in Celadon. People thought it was just a mere legend told by the drunk people who came out of the Casino, others still believe that there was a massacre. Only the Pokemon who belongs to the new family living in the house knows the truth. Curiously enough, the daughter of the gentle couple living there is having a special test to prove her linking skills between her and her Gengar. She hopes it comes out good.
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