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The next three stories are by Jasmine. Quite spooky if I say so myself *****x3
In Pearls of Lutra we learned that Redwall was built over Kotir, so
naturaly, there would have to be some vermin ghosts lurking around the
Abbey, right? Well, these are some records I discovered in the gatehouse,
some are old, and some, quite recent. Hope you enjoy!
This is a recolection of Rollo's, from the Winter of the Blue Icicles.
I had a startling experience last night. I was very cold, so I went down
to the kitchen to fix myself some warm pastie, I thought I had heard
someone down there. I saw something moving, something very pale, I
thought it was little Arven the squirrel, playing tricks on me. Wait,
it's to big to be a dibbun! I thought to myself, why, I'm going crazy.
I stopped on the steps, being as silent as I could. I stared long and
hard at the figure, but, it's hard to explain, but I'll try my best. It
hovered a little bit, then slowly turned around to face me. I peered at
it's face, but it was just dark, no features at all. I saw it was wearing
a red cloak, with feathers on it. It had a small dagger, and I was then
very frightened.
It floated, if that's the right word, towards me. I huddled down in
fright, and as it passed me, I noticed a foul smell, of both death and
uncleanliness. I then felt a cold breeze on my face, colder than ice. It
then passed me and continued to the dormitories.
I lost all fright, I didn't want anyone hurt. I raced back up the
stairs, and looked both ways, but could see no sign of life, or death, in
the passageway. That, I believe, was a ghost.Here is a very frightening record from John Churchmouse (though he doesn't
seem to think so), from the Summer of the Windless Nights.
It is the summer of the Windless Nights, and me and Tess decided to go have
a stroll around the Abbey grounds. She quite likes to take long walks on
these warm summer nights, and I, too, enjoy them. As we were passing the
pond, she told me she heard some strange noises, like something was being
drowned. I listened, and sure enough, I heard them. Of course, I thought
it was just a fish, splashing around and what-not.
As we came closer, we noticed a dark figure in the water, quite a
distance from the shore, almost in the middle. I was alarmed, not
frightened, but mystified. Tess was afraid, I told her it was just
shadows, not that I beleived that, the figure in the water looked like a
beast.
We watched for a few seconds, and it seemed to grow larger, perhaps
getting closer to the surface. It very slowly rised out of the water, to
"dangle", I would call it. It was a hideous creature, and I was frightened
at that point. It was all black, and had weeds and who knows what else
stuck on it. As I reread this to myself, I actually think it is quite
humorous, for some odd reason, but back to my tale. It just seemed to
float there for some time, I should say. It looked like a weasel, very
mangled and rotten, how it got there, I have no idea, perhaps one of those
chaps from Kotir! Hahaha, I'm thinking silly thoughts again.
I told Tess not to mention this to anyone, wouldn't want anyone to become
frightened. And somehow, I thought the whole thing was amusing, in some
frightening way. But I still believe it was real, perhaps it was a beast
from Kotir...Here is a tale from Abbess Germaine's diary.
The construction of Redwall is going quite good. Although I do have quite
a spooky story to share. 10 seasons after the defeat of Kotir, Cavern
Hole was under construction. We had underground sleeping quarters, and it
was right beneath Cavern Hole. One night I was woken by strange noises, I
thought I heard Martin say something about killing. I heard another voice
too, and although I despise to say this, it sounded like Tsarmina. I
opened my door just enough to see the hall, and what I saw no one can
believe, not even myself. I saw Martin, with his sword. I started to say
something to him, to ask what he was doing, and then I saw it. A shadow of
a wild cat, I am sure. It looked as if he and the shadow were fighting.
Martin looked like he was dreaming or sleep walking. The shadow looked
wet, and the thing I remember most is the eyes, frightened and evil, at the
same time. A shadow with eyes, but I don't believe it was a shadow, I
believe it was the ghost of Tsarmina. The shadow collapsed in a heap, and
then slowly disappeared. I have no idea what happened, some things in my
mind are blurry. The next morning, I asked Martin about it. He said he
had the same dream...
There are many more records of similar events, but these are the most
spine-tingling. All are mysteries of Redwall, forever locked in ink.
By Jasmine
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