The fear that had engulfed the town that night had disappeared and it seemed to all of us that the world had turned from its hallowed grave and came to life swiftly.

Upon approach toward the looming tower which seemed to be about seven stories high. The creepy feeling I had felt that night, no longer lingered during the day. Unfortunately, due to the loss of my Pokémon and the loss of a childhood friend. I was growing rather unsettled about the whole situation.

They couldn't have gotten far, Blue probably is at the top of this tower. I observed with squinted eyes.

There were many reasons to worry after Brock and Misty alongside of me all entered into the open gothic spire. There was a calm reverence about the place and it was as if we had entered into a church. The grounds were calming, that we could not only hear whimpering among the locals on the base of the tower but if you were to drop a metallic pin on the ground. You would be able to hear it, clear as day.

We both overheard a few of the townsfolk. They did not seem to be in the best of spirits. In fact, the state of their mind was severe grief and loneliness.

"My Growlithe....why did you die!?" Cried a blond girl ahead of us as she buried her hands into her face.

Then appeared another weeping soul to our left, this time a middle aged man, balding near the top of his head. Holding his forearm over his face. Smearing the snot that was coming down from his nose.

"I came to pray to my Clefairy." He hiccuped from the first sentence. Sniffling back as much snot as he could to avoid a messier limb.

"I can't stop crying..." He moaned, welling up in tears once more.

After we had helplessly watched this old man pour out his tired spirit in respect for his fallen Pokémon. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

What happened that caused them to lose someone they cared about?

A woman behind a desk of the gravesite whisked us back into reality and as we turned from her voice, she asked.

"Did you come to pay respects? Bless you!"

"Ugh, what is this place?" I kindly asked the lady behind the desk. She gingerly greeted us with a smile and declared.

"Pokémon Tower was erected in memory of the Pokémon that had died." She grinned once more to try and lighten the grotesque nature of  of it all.

"You mean, this is a mass gravesite? Widened Misty with complete shock.

The lady kindly bowed and nodded with care in answer towards her question.

"Awfully sorry, condolences to all those Pokémon owned by their trainers who have passed by here. I'm looking for a Pokémon and a Trainer with brown, spiky hair. He has a purple vest and a pendant necklace. Have you seen him come through this tower?" I asked with sincere haste.

The lady shook her head from that question, she had never once seen anyone that fit that description based on what limited information I could provide for her at the time.

"Can't say that I have miss, sorry. Pokémon and Trainers come by this gravesite every day. It's hard to really know who it is you're looking for—

"What about a Pokémon, big ball of darkness, usually smiles and he emits gas!"

After explaining to her the look of the Pokémon I couldn't help but hear the Gym Leaders behind me laugh at my ridiculous description. Heck, it even caused the the receptionist to giggle as if I had told a potty joke.

"It's not funny!" I growled at them for misunderstanding my lack of description, that they all grinned and nodded while at the same time holding painful laughter that was ready to burst at any moment.

"Miss, Gastly is all too common a ghost Pokémon at this gravesite, in fact, it's their habitat." She informed succinctly with a gesture toward the higher floors above.

It had me pondering on what Jack meant, when it came to Gastly's needs.

Now I get it! I brightened with thought.

Gastly didn't want to wait any longer. He wanted to reunite with his family at the tower. That explains why he escaped and retreated to the gravesite so quickly and why Blue had followed after him.

My eyes had widened to the realization as to why he was really here. He had finally accomplished what Jack had promised him weeks ago.

"Miss you are not the only one that may be missing loved ones here in Lavender Town."

"What do you mean?" I inquired with curiosity, her eyes continually fixed on the entrance of a staircase that lead its way toward the top of the structure.

"A young girl was looking for her grandfather. He's been missing for months."

"Missing?" I widened with shocked apprehension.

"What happened to him?" Inquired Brock with concern.

"We do not know, Mr. Fuji has been the town leader ever since he came back from his experiments on Cinnebar Island. We've grown weary to whether or not he's still alive or if he had been taken in by a curse."

A curse?

"What do you mean by curse?" I asked with soft restraint.

"Those who enter towards the top of the tower never come out of it."

Wait—Blue?

"W-what do you mean, d-do you just disappear?"

The woman smiled and turned to face a lady dressed in white. She looked to be wearing a long kimono. Her hair wild and braided with a messy hash. She carried with her a staff that had a bit of a jingle to it. You couldn't see her face all that well. But she had a pale complexion that matched her outfit. Wearing wooden clogs on her feet that made an echo every time she took a step.

"The seventh floor is the final resting place of a Pokémon who lost her family. Her curse has taken many. Trapped them into a darkness that cannot be undone. Unless the curse is lifted. You will not see your friend or your Pokémon ever again." She continued.

"We suspect that Mr. Fuji has befallen this fate. A regular of sorts. Who visited this tower to pay respects to a Pokémon he had once lost. Now, ever since the day he entered, we never saw him again."

"Maybe he's still up there—

The lady in the Kimono raised her staff towards my throat, as if threatening me to take one step up would be my doom.

These two individuals understood that we were not ready for what was about to happen as we entered this hallowed spire.

"Foolish girl, we would never let you enter, it's too dangerous to be caught into the Spirit's grasp. Not without someone who has experience in the six levels of the Spire. You'll need a guide. She will help you to find the ones you seek."

The woman spun her staff swiftly into her left hand. Knocking it dramatically to the ground as the two rings bounced with a strange tune. Her round, black eyes gazed into ours. As if fate was already judging our attempt at failure.

"I am a Channeler! There are spirits up to mischief!" She furrowed with absolute confidence in her tone.