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One Quiet Mighty day, there lied a small Child in the grass, watching the other children play
"Catch the Ledyba" While the adults set up the camp, fire, and tents. The Child was looking a bit down, when he noticed something moving way, up in the forest. He hesitated, and went after the place where he saw the bushes rustle. There, he saw a cave. He went inside, hoping to find such a pleasant pokemon, but what he found was surely not a pokemon.... It couldn't be. For what he saw, was no pokemon from any one he's seen. The proffeser showed him all the pokemon, and surely he would remember them all. But this one was different- It was like an Alakazam, but mixed in with a dreadful atmosphere, and pure white eyes. It looked like actually, more like an Alakazam mixed with a haunter, but dreadful, and it looked like it was a dread pokemon. The boy was very young, and did not bother to scream. It did not bother him, for some unknown reason. He looked up at the great big, pokemon, and he then awoke from his tent. He looked at his hands. They were... Distorted. He had brought a fashion mirror to fix his hair, and opened his bag to get it. But when he looked through it, He could not speak a word. He was the Dreadful Alakazam that he May, or may not have dreamed of. He then wandered off into the forest, wondering what to do. -The End. Hope you liked this creepy story! Thanks for hearing it! :D (Y)

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