Kyra's Spooky Story

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Kyra's story about the hermit.

Used in "Spooky Stories of Solomon Island"

Used for the mission Spooky Stories of Solomon Island, but given as a reward from the mission The Hermit

Transcript

THE HERMIT

Danny, you were asking about me about my tribe and any scary stories. Some book about Solomon Island that you want to put together. Uncle Red spews out those sort of stories all the time, always carrying on about our oral tradition. And to be fair, a lot of what he says sticks. But I couldn't remember anything in particular. So I asked Uncle Red.
Geez, you should have seen him. I thought he was going to have a heart attack, he was so excited. He was all "taking an interest in the family heritage" and "understanding the power that lies in our tradition."
And then he told me this gross story which TOTALLY gave me nightmares. Thanks Uncle Red, anyway, I hope you can use this one, Danny.

Kyra

When the shaman was old, he left his apprentice to tend the tribe and he went alone into the woods. There he built a lodge and his apprentice and the grateful tribesman would bring him food, as thanks for his years of service to the tribe.

As the days grew shorter, the old man became strange, snapping at the ones who brought him tribute and demanding only fresh meat be brought. He ate with the blood running down his chin and he did not wash the stains away, so that his visage became frightful with the blood of many kills.

When the winter came, the old witch died, but he had instructed his apprentice to enshrine him in the loft of the lodge, an old Iroquois custom. His corpse was placed in a birch coffin and left in the loft.

The seasons turned and the tribe grew, for the winter was not harsh and the spring was prosperous.

A man with a wife and a newborn baby was looking for a new place to live when he found the hut in the woods.

"This is a good hunting area and this lodge is sound" he told his wife. "We can live here." his wife was nervous. Wasn't this the place where the old hermit was enshrined?

"He is dead. We will warm his home with our presence. He will be grateful."

The woman felt disquieted, but she did not argue with her husband.

On the day they moved into the hut, she went gathering berries and roots with her baby on her back in a sling. The husband was hunting all day, and when they returned home as the sun was setting, they were both exhausted.

She began to prepare the meal, mixing a stew in a great pot while the baby lay by the fire. Her husband, weary from his day went up to the loft to rest.

As the smell of roasting meat filled the hut, she thought she heard a cry of pain.

"Husband, is that you?" She asked.

"Just the wind" he called down from the loft. "Let me rest."

She continued to sort through the berries and roots when she heard a crunching noise, like bones being ground together.

"Husband, what is that noise?" she asked.

"Just the trees brushing against the hut." He called down. "Let me rest"

"She cut the roots and berries and added them to the stew. Now there came a drip, drip sound of water splashing on the floor. The woman turned to ask her husband if he heard the noise when she noticed the red drops of blood coming from the roof above her. She froze in horror, not daring to move for a few moments. Then, moving silently toward where she would have a view into the loft, she called up a final time.

"Husband, do you hear that dripping sound?"

She came to where she could see and held down a scream! A skeleton, with glowing red eyes was crouched above the body of her dead husband, gorging itself on mouthfuls of his flesh. The jaw of the creature was covered in blood.

At her call, the skeleton lifted itself from the body and spoke, perfectly mimicking the sound of her husband's voice.

"It is the rain" it called. "Let me rest"

Moving swiftly and quietly the woman grabbed the baby and put her in the sling on her back.

"I need more water for the stew" the woman cried, pushing out the door. She walked away from the house and then began to run, stumbling and crying on the uneven ground.

From behind her came a terrible howl as the creature realized her deception and then she heard it coming after her, crashing through the undergrowth.

On her back the baby began to wail and cry as she trashed through the undergrowth, desperately trying to escape the beast. She heard it breathing as it came after her through the trees and she gave out a desperate cry for help.

Luckily for her, some warriors from the village were passing by and they came to her call. They were carrying torches which they thrust at the creature that had eaten her husband. it fled, howling into the night, and they pursued it back to the hut and burned it to the ground.

However, the warriors say that they saw a rabbit burst from the hut and escape into the night. The old shaman is still out there, looking for another place to rest. And to feast.

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