By Pat Hancock
Turn the lighting fixtures down low, lock the door, and get ready to be spooked! This selection of ghostly stories is bound to ship chills up your spine.
Grim and Ghostly tales and unusual and Spooky tales are actually to be had in a single frighteningly strong package deal. an ideal advent to the bestselling Haunted Canada sequence, those eighteen tales are bound to provide little ones the creeps!
Huddled below the covers or within the glow of the campfire, younger fright fanatics will fall lower than the spell of those spooky tales approximately young ones like themselves, stuck within the grip of terror.
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Arvaarluk was running so fast over there the man could barely see his legs move. When this man went back and told this story, the people in the camp started teasing Arvaarluk, my father. They told him that he looked so old and weak. They said that every time he walked, he walked very slowly and carefully, yet he was so strong and fast. They said they knew about him now. They knew how fast he was. Because his secret was found out by the people in the camp, he started losing his energy and his speed.
I grew up going caribou-hunting with my father, Arv^arluk. He wasn't too old to go. He stopped going up to the inlets b)| the time I was twelve years old. That is when he became old. I got married after that and started going with my husband. In August we would walk inland from the shore. We would walk for days, looking for caribou. We woulcj take our dogs. We would leave our sleds in the elders' camp, and w^ would carry everything on our backs. Even the dogs would be carrying supplies on their backs.
These were his parents who I know, but I don't know his distant relatives or his ancestors. As for Suula, my real mother, her father was Nutarariaq and her mother was Kaukjak. Those were her parents, and again I don't know who her ancestors were. I am the eldest in my real family, then a second, a younger brother, Maktaaq, then a third one who died young, Pikuk, no, Quliik, then a fourth one, Thomas Nutarariaq, and then a fifth after Thomas, Quliik - Paul A P P H I A A G A L A K T I AWA Quliik - also deceased, after that Bernadette Koobloo, then my youngest brother, Leeno Koobloo.