EIGHT WORDS (suggested by Anna Mignani): ghost, necklace, funeral, girl, winds, flowers, diamond, aunt.
My name is Octave Sulpicius Newkid and as everyone knows I was a child star, along with my aunt Nicoline Savoy, the discovery of the perilous Diamond Gorgeous Splendor. Those amazing adventures are well known to all inhabitants of the kingdom but tonight I will tell you gentlemen a unique and unusual incident that happened to me and my aunt Savoy when we were in the jungle.
I came back to mind for this trend that is sweeping the capital, spiritism. There is no lady who has not been set up in her living room a few seance, and who was able to attend will have noticed that the object privilege for these ghost hunts is a tablet called ouija. Do not think, as they say, that the name of the tablet resulting from the French "oui" and the German "ja." The name's origins are very remote, as I have seen myself many years ago.
That time me and my aunt, after days of hardship and wandering, we came to a village of natives hospitable to her already known. The thing that cheered the review was an old friend, the shaman Great Soul, whose fame covering jungles, savannas and grasslands also a little low. But when we arrived
we found that at that time was celebrating his funeral and the natives agreed to assist us in virtue of that their old friendship.
The body lay on a pyre of reeds that probably there would have been burned recently, a girl next door with their faces painted red, the color of mourning, sang a haunting lullaby while around her a circle of kneeling women beat rhythmically hands on the ground.
We were told that the girl was the only daughter of the shaman and that from that day onwards she would take his place.
He put the neck of the deceased's a pretty colorful necklace and wondered why. The series was called ouija
and was intertwined with twenty different types of flowers. When the soul would come in front of the great beasts that guards the entrance to this paradise, soothed by the scent of flowers, he would pass the spirit of the deceased.
The girl was about to set fire to the rushes when something incredible happened.
The body of the shaman move.
-miracle! - Cried the women.
-great soul, you're back!
-How is it possible? Six dead for two days!
Great Soul sat down. He looked at the wreath around his neck and smiled.
-The Beast has a cold. He says to try again another time.
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