I gathered my cards and parasol and headed inside to the second floor, where my room was. It seemed that nobody was up at all except for the ghost Pokemon or somebody else that wanted to stay up late.
I headed inside my room, and on my bed were my tarot cards. Why are they there? I thought they were in the closet where I last put them... I guess the ghosts want me to do my future or something. Or obtain a vision. Yeah, like I need another one.
I put my cards on my nightstand as I looked over at the tarot cards. I leaned my parasol against the door after I closed and I walked over to my bed, and picked up the tarot cards, darkness filling the air around me.
When I had picked up the cards, writing had started to appear in black ink on the walls around me, and then red started to be written all over the wall and ceiling. That's weird. Red writing?
I dealed the tarot cards and picked out four from the deck. I put the other tarot cards off to the side and turned over the first tarot card I had picked up.
Despair. Well, that's nice. I turned over the next.
Peace. Okay... Next one.
Death. I see that all the time when I deal the tarot cards.
Love. Okay, what?
I stared at the cards. Love? The ghosts must be kidding me. Love? I had never, in my life, had dealed that. The word Love was written in red. Wait a second, sometimes there's a message written in a card. I turned the Love card over and it said in red, “Everything is written in red. Look up.” Wait a second, look up?
I did, and I almost fell off my bed. Written on the ceiling, in cursive, was the word, “Mear” The ghosts are really kidding me aren't they? They have to be. Come on!
I blinked and the writing stopped. Maybe the ghosts had been wrong. Mear is just a friend and I know it. Do I? Do I really know that?
I turned on some soft rock and put it on low. Desperate by Fireflight was playing. I turned it off immediately. I didn't want to hear that right now.
I looked up at the ceiling again, and the word was fading and then it finally dissapeared. I felt strands of hair sticking out of my hair as the black writing started frantically again. My hair became flat once I calmed down.
“That sure is perfect isn't it, Shupple?” I rammed my fist against the wall when I spoke to myself. I took in raspy breaths but when I looked across my room, there stood that Gengar. How did he get in my room? Never mind, I know the answer to that...
I slid off the bed and walked over to him. This time he was smiling happily, and holding a bunch of flowers to him. I smiled slightly. He was starting to make me feel better a little bit.
He handed the flowers to me and I took them.
“What are these for little guy?” I asked him sweetly and started to look around for something. He finally found it. The flower I had given him earlier. He held it up and smiled. These flowers must be a thank you gift.
“Thank you, Gengar.” I patted his head, and he followed me when I put the flowers into a vase and put water into them. He took something out of the darkness again, and they were paints. Paints? I don't paint. Wait a second...
“Are these for Mear?” The Gengar nodded and pointed to me. He must want me to give these to him, which made me sigh. This wasn't exactly helping the situation right now...
“Okay, I'll give these to him,” I told him softly, and this time, he dissapeared. I had a feeling he would come back.
I picked up the bag of paints, which were full of loads of different colors. I had a sure feeling that Mear would enjoy these. He only had red... paint. I sighed, and walked out of my room, and headed to the third floor. I saw him looking at it when we were outside.
His door was wide open, but I didn't see him anywhere, not even in his room, which made me feel a little bit better. I placed the paints near his door and went back downstairs to my room quickly. I didn't know how long it was until he went back upstairs.
When I got back to my room, I slammed the door and laid down on my bed, immediately feeling sleepy. I could see light barely entering the room from the window as I started to fall asleep. It was already dawn.
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Apparently, Shupple doesn't like the word love. XD And she just might like Mear! Hehe... XD
