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The phantom ship sailed across the slippery floor, diving at every corner. Suddenly, a wicked laugh echoed through the library. Ghostly figures appeared before disappearing once more. “What was that?! Who was that?!” I questioned the ghost guide. He explained that they were Ghoala and Ghangaroo. They used to be the most respectful Aboriginal animals (mainly the koala and the kangaroo).
PLOP! A piece of stinky, sticky eucalyptus poured onto my head sliming its way down my forehead. Gross! “Yeah, I should have mentioned they leave a eucalyptus trail behind. And when they attack they play a tune of Aboriginal music. Talk about creepy!” he advised me. The phantom ship swirled around when at a certain point it skiid to a stop. Faint Aboriginal tunes filled my ears as I listened closely. The music grew louder and louder heading towards us warningly. Without a second thought, I steered the wheel around the ship twisting us into a knot heading straight for the closed gates. “This is a phantom ship, right ghosty?” I asked. He nodded whilst shaking. “Then we should go right through those gates,” I concluded. Aiming for the doors, I pushed full speed ahead!
We shot right through the gates banging against a pole. I pressed my ear onto the wall listening carefully for the Ghoala and Ghangaroo’s mischief. I peered into a gap in the door to reveal fire. Fire here and there. Fire everywhere! I noticed that they were burning colonial books to a crisp. Crashing the antiques that are related to the colonisers! Tying up the librarians who are the invaders’ descendants. They all had one thing in common – colonial history (or the invasion to be precise). This must be the explanation for all those seemingly silly, now realised true, rumours. In the folk tales, they claimed to have seen ghosts with furry ears and one with an extended tail! And the superstitions of the citizens, they believe that the ghosts in the folks tale captured the missing librarians!
PLOP! A piece of stinky, sticky eucalyptus poured onto my head sliming its way down my forehead. Gross! “Yeah, I should have mentioned they leave a eucalyptus trail behind. And when they attack they play a tune of Aboriginal music. Talk about creepy!” he advised me. The phantom ship swirled around when at a certain point it skiid to a stop. Faint Aboriginal tunes filled my ears as I listened closely. The music grew louder and louder heading towards us warningly. Without a second thought, I steered the wheel around the ship twisting us into a knot heading straight for the closed gates. “This is a phantom ship, right ghosty?” I asked. He nodded whilst shaking. “Then we should go right through those gates,” I concluded. Aiming for the doors, I pushed full speed ahead!
We shot right through the gates banging against a pole. I pressed my ear onto the wall listening carefully for the Ghoala and Ghangaroo’s mischief. I peered into a gap in the door to reveal fire. Fire here and there. Fire everywhere! I noticed that they were burning colonial books to a crisp. Crashing the antiques that are related to the colonisers! Tying up the librarians who are the invaders’ descendants. They all had one thing in common – colonial history (or the invasion to be precise). This must be the explanation for all those seemingly silly, now realised true, rumours. In the folk tales, they claimed to have seen ghosts with furry ears and one with an extended tail! And the superstitions of the citizens, they believe that the ghosts in the folks tale captured the missing librarians!