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Yuluvare

The ghost is in the air! The ghost is over there! It frightens! It runs! It goes, it comes to the recesses of the tin roof... to the bottoms of a pig's hoof the ghost possesses the foul souls Up and up it goes as if to heaven, it will fly unlike an angel in the sky it wants no more than to choke the devil and drive it beserk! How many names can it have? Is it Beze, Rogi, Humi, or Dad? We don't know what it will bring! All we know is for the dead it tolls its efforts it is said. Is it fair, is it dark? as it tears through a camel's heart it cannot stop flying in the air it is over here! No! it is over there! BE SCARED! BEWARE!! IT WILL NOT GET YOU! WHEN YOU DARE NOT CARE! His name is not important as it is yours! The ghost is in your fingers and on your doors! BOO! Run down the halls! Spread the powder on the floor! Until you see its footprints, more and more! It will devour your soul and walk with feet! until the agony of his defeat! GRAAAAHHHH!, he says!. "I have you now!" "I will taste your fears, and take you down - - to Hell, I might say, I'll see you there!" Then, he vanishes into thin air. Where does he go? We wonder! Back to those toes? No! into the floor! ... for some more foes! This story is not scary ... you see? As the ghost is rare! As a matter of fact, his name is: Yuluvare!

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