Psycotic

                                                      -------Chapter 1------

                                                        My name, Night. My age 15. My type, darkness. My pokemon name, Umbreon. My date of birth, March 13, 1998. Yep, Friday the 13th  OMGah. I know what you fear and makes your heart pound. I CAN use your fears against you, and when someone says they're afraid of the dark ... it's not true. They are actually afraid of what might be LURKING in it: maybe a monster looking for their flesh or eating of their fear, maybe that Jeff the Killer guy from Creepypasta.com what ever it is I can make you the reader see it, DREAM it.

                                                                     THIS is my story:

                                                                       When I awoke i knew something was wrong. none of my family was in the den. I decided to go outside to look for them. My mom, dad, and my little sister. My sister is an eevee considering she hasn't evolved yet. My mom is an Vaporeon and my dad is an Leafeon. Me? I'm a Umbreon the usual yellow rings are blue. Anyways I headed outside through the leafy tunnel. Once I was out I was certain that something wasn't right. The usual cries of Pokemon and the happy energetic yells of humans/trainers were not to be heard. Not even rustling and paw-or footsteps! Something was wrong ... I kept going even though I knew I should have stopped.

                                                                              I saw a wooden house or cabin what ever you want to call it so-as anyone would do in a horror story-went toward it. Pawstep after pawstep I went closer. My heart raced as fast as a running jack rabbit! Once I was about a foot away from my destination, a gust of air about as cold as the hand of death hit me everything got darker with random splashes of fresh red blood. A Eevee walked/stumbled to me. At least, I think it was an eevee. It had the shape and pattern of an eevee with fur as black as the night sky everywhere on it besides the tan spots which were a dull grey. Its eyes ... it had none.

                                                It whispered yet yelled at the same time. It had the voice ... I'll never forget it. It had a demonic disoriented voice with a hint of my sisters. It said "Why are you afraid?" A chill ran through me. I can't stand its voice. "I'm your sister, Night."

                                                      "YOU are not my sister!" I say. Rage had taken over. I lunged at what ever it was racking my claws into its skin. Blood soaked my fur and muzzle. It's blood. All the thing did was laugh with its demonic way.