If you ever want to hear another story, come and find me any time.Lauren Child MBE is a multi-award-winning author and illustrator whose books are timeless classics, known and loved the world over. Uncle Ghast: Well, it's alright, it's alright. And here I thought you would have a little more guts than those brats. It has never failed me yet! Uncle Ghast: Most important of all, this story is as real as real can be. This is the ghost story I am most proud of, after all. Uncle Ghast: What are you babbling about? Dusky Ming is a ghost - is that not enough to frighten folk? Uncle Ghast: How does your mind even tick. Uncle Ghast: Tears rolled down the mother's face, for then she knew that her Dusky Ming was not lonely in the afterlife, no indeed - she had instead made herself many an adorable friend. Dada." The mother opened her eyes as quickly as she dared, and what did she see? Uncle Ghast: The hilichurls dancing, dancing Dusky Ming's favorite dance! Uncle Ghast: Just then, she felt something bump into her from behind, and though she could see no one, she could smell a familiar fragrance. Uncle Ghast: But the moment passed, and all she heard was the chanting of "Dada. Quickly, they surrounded her, and oh, how her eyes grew wide with fright. Uncle Ghast: Only to stumble right into a hilichurl camp. Not comprehending this, Dusky Ming's mother followed the trail of that wonderful aroma. and when she looked, there was a piping hot bowl of meat soup and a plate of cooked meat, but not a soul in sight. Frightened, her mother carefully pushed the door open. Uncle Ghast: But one day, there was a knock, knock, knock at their door. Uncle Ghast: Her mother washed her face with tears, and would not leave the house, for the blow was too much for her to bear. She suffered from a terrible illness, and died young. Uncle Ghast: There was once a young lass called Dusky Ming, a cute and precocious girl, but one whose luck was poor. Uncle Ghast: Well, would you like to hear a story too? Well then, ground yourself well, lest a single scare sets your legs to trembling! Sure. Uncle Ghast: Hehe, the brats in the village call me Uncle Ghast, for I am never without a ghost story to tell.
He appears to take pride in his passion, and will even question how one, such as the Traveler, can be anything but frightened by his stories. Even if he's doing favors for others, like writing an advertisement for Ms. Uncle Ghast has a passion for storytelling ghost stories. He carries many a tale of ghost stories, and somehow even has hold of Dusky Ming's story. Uncle Ghast's moniker comes from the village children, from the fact that he is never without a ghost story to tell.
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