Tall Tales - Part One

                                    

                                          
Key: (G/n) - Ghost Name (I want y'all to get creative with it!)
                          


                          
Mornings were always quiet and calm in MoominValley. The only sounds to be heard were crickets and frogs.
                          
As the sun rose higher, a certain vagabond lifted his tent flap and made his way to the bridge.
                          
His everyday routine in MoominValley was always the same. Wake up, play his french harp for a short while, fish for breakfast, and occasionally go on some adventure with his friends, then retire to his tent and sleep for the remainder of the day.
                          
But ever since he arrived on the first day of Spring, his night always began with a calming tune from a pan flute... a lullaby.
                          
The vagabond thought about what was played the night before. To him, it was like hypnosis... the song made him tired, forcing him to retire earlier than he usually would.
                          
Who was playing that pan flute? A witch? Or perhaps they were normal, and the instrument was enchanted...
                          
The vagabond shrugged off the thoughts, then brought the french harp to his lips, blowing softly-
                          
"Snufkiiiiiiin!" an orotund voice called.
                          
The vagabond, Snufkin, sighed, removing the instrument from his lips. "No need to yell, Moomin. It's still early. You may wake others up who don't want to be awake at the moment."
                          
Moomin halted next to Snufkin. "Right. Umm... sorry. W-We're going camping in the woods tonight and, uh, we want you to come!"
                          
Snufkin started to swing his legs back and forth, thinking about his friend's offer. His mind went straight to the lullabies he heard each night. The songs came from the forest, right? Perhaps the mystery of who was playing could be solved...
                          
"Sure." Moomin's face lit up in excitement. "I'll be ready before the sun sets."
                          


                          
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By the time the sky was fading to dark orange, the group was ready to journey into the forest.
                          
Snufkin had fished for the remainder of the day, catching their dinner. It had tired him out, having to fish for hours on end. The fish just didn't want to be caught.
                          
"How d-deep in t-the forest are w-we going?" Sniff asked, fear leaking from his tone.
                          
Little My scoffed. "The sun's not even down yet, and you're already scared?"
                          
Sniff sniffed. "I-I'm not s-scared. It's just th-the music that plays at night... a-and I know it's not S-Snufkin's french harp."
                          
The group stopped in a clearing, ignoring Sniff's worrisome claims. They were too focused on preparing themselves for the night. 
                          
Little My happily started a fire while Moomin and Snorkmaiden set up the rest of their arrangements. Snufkin was taking out the fish he caught out and cooking them. Little My watched him with hungry eyes.
                          
"Alright, everyone, the food's ready!" Snufkin called.
                          
While everyone ate, a plan began to form in Little My's mind, but before she did anything-
                          
"More, please!" She held out her wooden plate to Snufkin.
                          
Snufkin looked down at her bowl and shook his head. "I'm sorry, that's all we have."
                          
Little My frowned and looked at Snufkin's bag. "I don't believe you! You're bag's still full!"
                          
"Yes, but not with food, Little My," Snufkin chuckled.
                          
While setting her plate down, Little My leaned forward. "What's in it then?"
                          
"You'll soon find out," Snufkin snapped a twig in half then threw it into the fire.
                          
After everyone was finished eating, the sun had been replaced by the stars and moon. The only bright light radiated from the fire.
                          
"Okay!" Little My rubbed her hands together and grinned. "How about some scary stories?"
                          
Sniff jumped, "W-What?!" he began to shake his head a thousand times. "N-No!"
                          
Little My rolled her eyes, "It was a rhetorical question. I have the perfect tale to tell."
                          
Little did everyone know, a shadow had climbed down from her home in the trees. It was intrigued that a group of creatures had crossed into her section of the forest...