Muy Jokta's narrative
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This time I saw the ghost clearly. It was at the same spot on the cemetery as I saw it last, just beyond my family's grave stones... I stood rooted to the spot for a few heartbeats until somehow I found the nerve to call out. 'Welcome to the Jokta Family grave site, spirit,' I said. 'Have you no family-tied place to rest...? May I offer you a resting place at the Jokta shrine?' The ghost flickered for a moment in a violent agitation and pointed at my feet. Then it disappeared among the shadows with a ghostly shriek never to be seen again. I looked down at my shoes to find a small field mouse looking up at me with black twinkling eyes. Its face looked very much like that of my dear departed grandmother. She always hated houseguests.