A Ghostly Lesson
In the hauntingly ghastly Haunted Woods, in a part where
mainly Ghosts roamed and thrived, there lived a living (gasp!), fairly aged blue
Kacheek by the name of Tyruff Kacheek. He had just moved there a few weeks ago
and lived by himself, having only a Neogarden to entertain and tend to. (He had
quite the green thumb.) The Kacheek was insolent and had a mean disliking for
Ghost Neopets. He defined the group as "ghastly, miserable bothersomes" who are
bent on terrorizing "innocent" Neopets and their possessions. By developing that
theory, he became very protective of his garden.
Tyruff had never liked those transparent Neopets,
even as a youngster in Neopia Central. In fact, he was increasingly rude and
absolutely vulgar to them, as he grew older and older. Tyruff disliked how everything
had to be ghastly and ghostly. Also, he always wondered why they had to float
around with such eeriness and all those moaning in despair. He was a through
and through grump who hated Ghost Neopets for no good reason. He shouted maliciously
and tossed varying objects at the ghastly passersby even though they weren't
near his garden.
Sometimes, he would even throw in rude jokes
with visiting non-Ghost Neopets about them. If that wasn't enough, he would
put up signs that was crudely drawn to clearly express he was anti-ghost. Many
Neopians and Neopets alike wondered why he was so viciously mean to the Ghost
residents in his neighborhood. Of course, no one knew the real reason behind
such hatred for Ghost Neopets.
One time, he even flung dung at a Ghost Ixi,
who was visiting her mother. Of course, she wasn't even doing anything, just
picking a few Purple Poppies for her mother off the road. And it wasn't even
from his garden! The dung had hurtled through the Ixi's body (which left quite
a feeling of discomfort), and landed on the pathway on the other side. The Ixi,
glaring at him, had floated for some, and trotted the other, away in anger.
That left Tyruff feeling quite satisfied.
The Ghost Neopets had tried to reason with him.
Tyruff had, of course, turned a deaf ear and continued being brusque and obscene
to the Ghost Neopets who had no choice but to pass by his home to get to their
destination. Then, they tried bribery. The Ghost Neopets gave him many things
and he took them without even a word of thanks. Even with bribery, he continued
to throw and torment the unfortunate Ghost Neopets. They even tried to force
him out, but Tyruff pelted them with so much dung as they came to take him away,
some of the Ghosts actually had pieces of it sticking to their furs and feathers.
One evening, nearing dark, Tyruff was continuing
his regular business, which was tending to his plants and flowers in his garden.
Suddenly standing up with unimaginable speed, he had thought he heard a noise
from his house. He looked up to see a sudden movement in his bedroom window.
Tyruff blinked, seeing nothing and returned to his work, telling himself that
it must have been his eyes. But then, a soft clatter, a little pitter-patter
was heard coming from the closed bedroom window.
"Who's there?" Tyruff shouted towards the dusty
windowpane of his bedroom. There was no answer. Tyruff grumbled as he grabbed
his shovel and entered his home with feelings of apprehension and fear, as well
as some annoyance. Up the stairs he went, nearing the second story of his Neohome.
Along the way, Tyruff was beginning to feel a little frightened as he saw the
unfamiliarity of his furniture and possessions in his home at night. The couch
was a hunched over Lupe with bristling fur. The pictures on the wall became
rotting portraits of the same Kacheek. Tyruff closed his eyes tightly and tried
to assure himself over and over that it was just his imagination.
Suddenly, shadows darted from to top of the stairs
down to behind the winding steps, just a level above the frightened Kacheek.
Tyruff gasped and opened his eyes, startled at the creaking noises the steps
beneath him made as he cautiously moved up the next step.
He had his shovel in one hand, and had the other
firmly grasping the railing of the stairs as if he was holding on for dear life.
A slight rrrumble was heard and then sounds unlike anything Tyruff had heard,
pursued it. The Kacheek yelped, tripped over a step and rolled down the stairs
Landing with a loud thump, the Kacheek shuddered
and cowered into a quivering, furry ball of bluish-grey. His shovel had fallen
with him when he was tumbling down the stairs. The clattering of the shovel
was abruptly discontinued.
"W-who's there?" He stammered, quavering. Tyruff
lifted his head with a mixture of curiosity and fright, only to see a row of
translucent, greyish legs of the mob of angry Ghost Neopets who had had to endure
the painful tormenting of the insensitive Kacheek. Tyruff shrieked and pulled
himself even more tightly into his curled position, now shaking with fear. The
leader, who seemed to be the Ghost Ixi that he had thrown dung at a while ago,
"Tyruff Kacheek. It seems you have been giving
us only sorrow and unhappiness. We tried to reason with you. We even tried bribery!
And we even tried force. But you only bring us trouble and torment." She spoke
slowly and with deepest loathing, making sure the quivering Kacheek heard her
every word. "That is why we are going to do this to you, for you to understand
how it really feels to be a Ghost…" Tyruff looked up as the mob drew closer
and closer, and with something in the Ghost Ixi's paws, something faint, something
pale grey, something that smelled painterly... Their malevolent, glowing red
eyes was filled with only revenge and anger. Tyruff whimpered and curled even
tighter. He was so frightened that he fainted. But before that had happened,
a feeling of wetness, and something that smelled musty and rotting streaked
across his back...
In the morning, bright moonlight spilled through
the windows of the second story bedroom Neohome of Tyruff Kacheek. Tyruff awoke,
his head feeling uncomfortable. Shaking his head, he sat up, staring at his
ceiling. He was alive! "I knew those Ghosts hadn't any in them to do anything,"
he laughed, partly relieved, partly amused. Standing up, he walked to his bathroom
to wash up for the day. After all, rolling down the stairs wasn't the cleanest
activity he had ever done. Tyruff entered the bathroom, rubbing his eyes vigorously
as he stepped towards the mirror… Outside, the moon lit up the pathway that
was set alongside Tyruff Kacheek's home. Ghosts tread along the way, resuming
daily life. They grinned with the rare happiness and that same Ghost Ixi the
night before had the widest smile. Suddenly, an ear-splitting scream was heard,
and then followed by a long ghastly moan that shook the neighborhood.
And from that day on, no one entered or exited
the home of Tyruff Kacheek and no one tended to the garden. The flowers, the
plants, they wilted as no water was given to them. Soon, the garden became dried,
patchy, just another part of Haunted Woods.
Also, if you looked beyond the window of the
second story of the home of Tyruff Kacheek, a very light greyish-translucent
shadow of a Kacheek could be seen drifting about.