Short Pokemon horror stories

The lost haunter

  As many believe, many ghost type Pokemon were once humans who died and then became Pokemon. That was the case for a lonely haunter. Most ghost type Pokemon enjoyed messing around with humans and experiencing what it is like to be a Pokémon. However, there were of course many ghost types that wanted to be alive and be a human again. The haunter so desperately wanted to be himself again. He didn't enjoy being a Pokémon at all. He wanted to be able to see his family. He wanted to be able to hug and kiss them at least one more time and tell them that he loves them. He wanted his old life back.
  He searched desperately for his grave. There had to be some way to get his body back. He went from grave yard to grave yard to find his name on a tomb stone. He had no luck. It was even harder to search because of trainers trying to capture him. He knew that if he was captured, he would never have a chance of finding his body ever again.
  He knew that if he couldn't find his body quick enough, his body would decay and he'd never get it back. He knew that time was precious, but it just made him more and more paranoid while searching. He didn't want any old body he wanted his body. He wanted to be himself.
  The night grew colder and he continued to lurk around. He didn't know how many tombstones were left. He didn't even know how graveyards were even left. His head began to spin as he searched on and on growing more desperate. He suddenly stopped. He stayed there for a second, just staring. He couldn't believe his eyes as they filled with tears. It was his name.
  For the first time since becoming a haunter, he actually smiled. He wipes the tears off of his face and floated down to the bottom of his grave, where he found his body inside of a coffin. He knew that the moment he looked at it that it was his body. It looked extremely pale, but it hadn't seemed to decay that much. At least not on the outside, anyway. He didn't care if he would have health problems. He just needed one more moment with his family where they know that it is him, instead of some creepy Pokémon floating around their homes.
  He gently brushed his purple hand across the body's face. He couldn't believe he was going to be his human self once again. He then went inside the body, his soul filling it.
  The body remained still for a moment. Then, the man slowly opened his eyes. He smiled as he rubbed his hands all over his face.
  "I did it! I'm alive again!" He shouted with joy.
  He then went to push the coffin, but quickly realized he made a huge mistake. He pushed and pushed but it wouldn't budge. He was a haunter, so he could float through anything. He had forgotten that his human body couldn't just float out of the coffin and through the ground. Feeling defeated, he figured he'd just leave the body and dig into the grave so his body would be free.
  His whole body began to shake once he realized that a ghost Pokémon could go inside a body, but could not find out. He kicked and punched and screamed, but it was no use. He was trapped. Eventually, he ran out of oxygen and died once again, being forever trapped in the coffin.