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Children's Stories
by Margo Fallis
Ian & Mac Stories - The Cry Baby Ghost


"What was that?" Ian said, sitting up straight. The midnight sky was black. There were few stars and only a sliver of a moon. Clouds floated lazily across the dark sky.


"There it is again. Mac, wake up. Wake up!" Ian said, shaking the other raccoon.

"What is it this time?" Mac yawned.

"Thereís a ghost out there," Ian said, fear in his voice.

"A ghost? Donít be silly. There is no such thing as a ghost! Go back to sleep and be quiet!" Mac replied. He rolled onto his side and closed his eyes. Soon he was back to sleep.

Ian, however, lay awake. He saw shadows moving through the trees. A slight breeze was blowing the branches, tree trunks were creaking and leaves were rustling.


"Yikes! There it is again," Ian whispered. He sat up and looked around. He looked down through the trees. He couldnít see any ghost. He looked behind him. There was no ghost there either. "It must just be the wind or something," he sighed and lay back down. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something happy.


"Yikes! It is a ghost and itís coming to get us! Mac, Mac, wake up! The ghost is coming! The ghost is coming! Iím scared," he cried and buried his head under his arm.

"Ian, there is no ghost!"


"Oh yeah? Then what was that?" Ian shivered.

Mac sat up and looked around. He felt goose bumps flowing up his arms and legs.


"Itís going to get us, Mac. What will we do?" Ian cried.

Mac, being the most sensible of the two, decided to go and see what the noise was. "Stay here. Iím going to go and find the ghost," Mac warned.

"Donít leave me here alone. Ghosts can fly," Ian whimpered.

"Stop being a fraidy cat. Iíll be back in a bit," Mac said. He climbed down the tree and slowly walked through the woods.


He turned and looked to where the noise was coming from. Thatís when he saw it. "Yikes!" he whispered. "It is a ghost! But it doesnít look too scary to me. In fact, it looks like itís crying." Mac ran cautiously toward the ghost.

The ghost saw Mac approaching and looked up. "Arenít you scared of me?" he asked.

"Should I be?" Mac answered.


"Are you crying?" Mac asked.

"Yes," he sniffled.

"Why? What happened? Why would a ghost cry?" Mac questioned.

"Iím lost. This is my first time out of the castle and I came too far. Now I canít find my way back," he sobbed.

"Whatís your name?" Mac wondered.

"Ruari. I live at the castle on the other side of the glen. Will you help me find my way back? I have to be back inside before the sun rises," Ruari explained.

"Iíll help you. First, lets go and get Ian. Heíll be worrying his head off," Mac said.

"Whoís Ian?" the ghost wondered.

"My friend. Come on," Mac said.

The ghost floated through the air, following Mac back to the tree. "Ian. Ian. Come down here," Mac called.

Ian climbed down the tree. When he saw the ghost, he screamed, "YIKES! Itís the ghost!" He climbed back up the tree as fast as he could.

"Ian, come down here. Itís a nice ghost. He wonít hurt you," Mac said.

"Are you sure?" Ian asked.

"Yes, now hurry."

Ian climbed back down and stood in front of Mac and the ghost.

"His name is Ruari. Heís lost and needs to find his way back to the castle on the other side of the glen before sunrise. Weíre going to help him," Mac said.

"Oh. Hi Ruari," Ian said, relaxing a bit.


Ian jumped. "Stop that!"

"I canít help it. Iím scared. I want to go home," Ruari whined.

"Youíre not a very scary ghost, are you?" Ian said, suddenly feeling very brave. "Letís get him home, Mac."

They made their way through the woods and came to a clearing. There were hills all around. "This is the glen," Mac said to Ruari. "Your castle is on one of those hills over there."

"Which one? There are a lot of them?"

"I suppose weíd better take him across the glen," Ian sighed.

"Please," said Ruari.

They walked towards the hills. Ian looked around. "The glenís quite lovely at night, isnít it, Mac?"

Mac looked towards the stream. "It is sort of pretty. If the moon was out and the clouds were gone, it would be nicer." After a few more minutes, he said, "Ah, there are the hills now."

They walked to the top of one. "I see your castle," Ian pointed. "Itís way over there. Itís got turrets and towers and is made of gray stone. Do you see it, Ruari?"

The ghost floated into the air a little higher. "I do. Itís my castle. Oh, how can I ever thank you?" he asked the two raccoons.

"Go on home. The sunís going to rise soon. See how the sky is reddening over in the east?" Mac said.

"But, youíve been so kind. What can I do for you?" Ruari asked again.

"Stop coming into the woods and crying. You terrified us and probably half the creatures in the woods," Ian answered.

"Iíll stay in the castle from now on. Thank you," Ruari said and flew towards the castle.

The sun began to rise over the horizon. "Well, Ian, we missed a nightís sleep. Instead of walking all the way back to the tree, letís curl up and sleep right here, under this mulberry bush. The sun wonít be all the way up for a while. We can catch forty winks," Mac suggested.

"Good idea," Ian replied. They lay down and fell asleep, happy that Ruari had found his way home.

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