Chapter 2

The lights suddenly flickered on, and the house was lit up with a warm glow. They slightly gasped at this, due to the fact that no one of them had turned the lights on.
"Ok...this gives me bad vibes too..." Cassidy said.
"Yeah..." Jessie added.
They noticed the foyer in which they stood was exceptionally large. Brock was soon conscious, and tried to stop the bleeding of his nose. They followed the foyer into what they assumed to be the main sitting room. It was the size of a normal house. The couches were lined with silk, and the fireplace was enormous. There was a rug in the center of the room, made of fine material. There was a wall that jutted out, then went in and continued along a flat path. Butch noticed scratches in the floor that lead up to the rug in the center of the room.
"Cass, you see those scratches?" He asked cautiously.
"Yeah...that's odd..." She replied nervously.
There was a Baby Grand piano on the side of the room, everything closed. A few feet from the piano, there was a harp made of gold.
"It's beautiful..." Misty said as she ran her finger along the outline of it.
"Misty! STOP!" Cassidy yelled.
Misty stopped abruptly and walked somewhere else, too frightened to protest Cassidy's orders.
"What happened Cassidy?" Butch asked with concern in his voice.
"I...I...It's the house...I...It's evil!" She whispered.
"It's just an old house. We'll be fine." He assured, though he knew he felt it too.
The walls were covered in beautiful intricate flower wallpaper. They decided to explore the house in which they were condemned to for the night. Each room seemed a little creepy and odd. The dining room was extremely elegant, save a few cobwebs.
"Wow...this is beautiful..." Jessie commented.
"Yeah. It's kinda creepy though..." Cassidy replied. The places were all set, and the furniture was beautifully hand crafted with intricate designs. The tablecloth was pure silk, as was the cushions on the chairs. Their eyes drifted to the centerpiece of the table. It was a beautiful gold base, with a gold sculpture of the house they were in, surrounded by ten hollows.
"I wonder what goes in those holders..." Cassidy asked.
"I don't want to know." James replied.
"It's beautiful...but there's something...just something that doesn't seem right about it..." Jessie said as she stared at the centerpiece. They continued on to the kitchen. It was immaculately clean, with fresh food in the pantry, and a working stove.

They ventured into the study, filled with case after case of books. A small little desk sat in the corner with a reading lamp on, and a pair of glasses on the desk. They noticed an open book that lay upon the desk. Everyone soon noticed the beautiful bookcases and began looking at the books and shelves. Cassidy thought something to be peculiar about an open book on the table of an abandoned house. She cautiously approached the desk, and picked up the book. She was a little startled that the book was blank. She shut it and studied the cover. The book was titled "Strangers in Aecdicula Decessus" with a picture of the house they were locked in on the cover. She turned to the page it had been opened to and the chapter was entitled "The Arrival". She gasped in horror as she saw the beignning their story imprinted on the page of the book. She dropped it in fright and backed away.
Butch sprinted up to her, asking what was wrong. She breathed heavily and pointed with a shaking finger to the book that lay on the floor. Everyone now surrounded them, waiting in anticipation and fear. He cautiously picked it up and saw the cover. He then flipped to the page that had frightened Cassidy so. He too gasped as he read the page, and then flipped to the next. To his horror, letters raced across the page, forming words, then sentences, then paragraphs until finally they ceased.
"It's writing our story...for us." Butch said in a fearful voice.
To his shock, what he had just said was being written in the book by the racing letters. He dropped the book and they ran out of the study.

They found themselves in a small white room with doors on opposite ends.
"Y...you were joking...weren't you?" Brock asked, his nose still bleeding.
"No. I wasn't. It's real, this thing is evil." He replied, still shaken.
"That's crazy! Everyone knows haunted houses and ghosts don't exist!" Ash shouted.
"Who says they do? I'm not saying the house is haunted, I'm saying it's evil." Butch replied.
"How can a house be possessed?" Ash asked.
"Ever seen The Exorcist, or The Omen?" Jessie asked.
"No." He replied.
"There's something evil here...don't you feel it? It's in the walls… it's in the ceiling. It's under us...it's all around!" Cassidy said as she cowered over at the feeling she had.
A pungent odor of blood suddenly filled the air, immediately following her statment.
"Oh my God...where is that coming from?!" Jessie asked frantically as she gagged at the smell. They cringed and coughed at the sudden odor that filled the air.
"It's not us!" Misty and Brock shouted as they tried to stop the bleeding of their noses while coughing at the thick, distinct odor of blood. The doors shut and down the walls dripped crimsion blood that flowed from the ceiling.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" Jessie shrieked.
The walls became completely blood red. James reached out to touch the wall and gasped. The walls were saturated with blood, and it was all over his right hand.
Butch coughed, and then kicked the door open and everyone darted out into fresh air. They panted heavily and gasped for air, the pungent, fiery odor of blood filling their lungs.

"How...how..." Ash began, unable to ask in fear of the answer.
"We said it was evil, do you believe us yet?" James replied harshly. They regained their composure, and started off to the foyer to see if the door could be opened again. They didn't want to spend another second in that dreaded house. As they made their way through the dining room, Misty noticed the centerpiece once more.
"You guys...I figured out what goes in the hollows!" She said in a quivering voice as she raised a trembling finger to point at the centerpiece of the table.
They slightly gasped at the sight of the filled hollows. In the once empty hollows now sat ten little statuettes...of them. Butch cautiously approached the centerpiece, and examined the statuettes.
"James...do you still have blood on your hand?' Butch asked.
James looked at his hand, then answered, "Yeah, why?" he questioned.
"It's on your statue...look!" Butch replied in a fearful manner. James quickly examined his statuette and gasped at the sight of blood on the right hand, identical to his own state. With a shaking hand, he placed the statue back in its place.
Jessie gave him a pocket wipe and he cleaned his bloodstained hand. There was a dead silence, which was broken by Brock's trembling voice. "It's gone...the blood on the statues hand is gone..." he said.
Their focus immediately drifted to that of James's statue. They gasped at the sight of the statue with a bloody right hand, now perfectly clean. "Let's get out of here..." Jessie said in a small voice.

They darted out of the dining room, into the foyer. They once again tried with all their force to get the doors to open, but it was a fruitless attempt. They angrily rammed the door, trying to loosen the lock, but the door would not budge.
"What about a window? We could shatter a window and climb out, couldn't we?" Ash suggested.
"Have you seen a window in this whole house?" Cassidy asked. They realized there were no windows, leaving no chance of possible escape.
"Great! We're stuck in the HOUSE OF HELL for the night! Possibly the last night of our lives!" Jessie yelled angrily.
"Jessie, calm down! If we just stick together, nothing will happen because we'll all know where everyone is." James replied, trying to calm his partner down.
"Maybe we were just imagining all this. I mean sometimes certain circumstances can cause hallucinations." Brock said.
"Yeah, like the book. You were probably upset about something and it caused the words to look like they were moving." Misty said, offering a logical explanation.
"You think that was a hallucination? Ok, how do you explain the statuettes, and the blood, and the smell?" Butch asked in annoyed tone. No one offered a reply.
"The smell could've been the decaying of the house, I mean it's really old. Decaying things smell pretty bad." Ash answered.
"Blood is blood." Cassidy said. "It has it's own distinct smell. That was blood. She added.
"I felt it, it was." James said.
"What about the statuette?" Jessie asked.
"Yeah! If none of us put them there, then who did? And who cleaned the blood?" Cassidy asked.
"Pika, Pika, Pika." (And why do they look like us?) Pikachu retorted. No one could find a logical explanation for this. Misty did not want to put little Togepi in jeopardy, so she put him safely in her backpack.