CHAPTER 2:
The Girl Who Stood On A Grave
It was the night of the Midwinter feast at Redwall Abbey. A group of young creatures were huddled in a corner, talking about what went on in the graveyard at night.
"Don't ever stand on a grve after dark," one young squirrel said. "The beast inside will grab you. He'll pull you under."
"That's not true," called a mousemaid. "It's just an old tale."
"I'll give you my best dagger if you stand on a grave," said the squirrel.
"I'm not afraid of anything," replied the mousemaid. "I'll do it right now!"
The squirrel handed her a knife. "Stick this in one of the graves," he said. "Then we'll know you were there."
The graveyard at St. Ninian's was filled with shadows and quiet as death. "There's nothing to be afraid of," the mousemaid told herself, but she was scared anyway.
She picked out a grave and stood on it. Then quickly she bent over and plunged the knife into the damp, mossy soil, and started to leave. But she couldn't get away. Something was holding her back!
She tried a second time to leave, but she couldn't move. She was filled with terror.
"Something's got me!" she screamed, and she fell to the ground.
When she didn't come back, a search party was sent out to find her. They found her body sprawled across the grave. Without realizing it, she had plunged the kinfe through her cloak and had pinned it to the ground. it was only the knife that held her.
SHE HAD DIED OF FRIGHT
The Girl Who Stood On A Grave
It was the night of the Midwinter feast at Redwall Abbey. A group of young creatures were huddled in a corner, talking about what went on in the graveyard at night.
"Don't ever stand on a grve after dark," one young squirrel said. "The beast inside will grab you. He'll pull you under."
"That's not true," called a mousemaid. "It's just an old tale."
"I'll give you my best dagger if you stand on a grave," said the squirrel.
"I'm not afraid of anything," replied the mousemaid. "I'll do it right now!"
The squirrel handed her a knife. "Stick this in one of the graves," he said. "Then we'll know you were there."
The graveyard at St. Ninian's was filled with shadows and quiet as death. "There's nothing to be afraid of," the mousemaid told herself, but she was scared anyway.
She picked out a grave and stood on it. Then quickly she bent over and plunged the knife into the damp, mossy soil, and started to leave. But she couldn't get away. Something was holding her back!
She tried a second time to leave, but she couldn't move. She was filled with terror.
"Something's got me!" she screamed, and she fell to the ground.
When she didn't come back, a search party was sent out to find her. They found her body sprawled across the grave. Without realizing it, she had plunged the kinfe through her cloak and had pinned it to the ground. it was only the knife that held her.
SHE HAD DIED OF FRIGHT