Corrine was such a sweetheart, Rolo thought. He felt that he definitely made the right decision. No other girl was this fun nor this sweet. To be fair though, no other girl was like Corinne. Rolo held Corrine with one arm while he took some sips of bourbon with the other. To Rolo, this was bliss.
"Stricken by grief and desperation, Khalo made his way back here, to this sacred site. The place they called Ghost Rock." said Rolo, whilst patting the stone beneath them.
"Day and night, he prayed into the stone. He neither slept nor ate. Every gathering on the night of the full moon he was always seen there. He ignored people when they tried to speak to him. He even got enraged and lashed out at them when they insisted. They even tied poor Khalo up and took him back to their village, but somehow, he always escaped, he always made his way back to Ghost Rock.
This strange and worrying incident with Khalo began to make the villagers think that Ghost Rock was cursed. That Khalo was no longer human, but a ghost walker himself. One of the living dead." explained Rolo.
He took a massive gulp of bourbon this time. This part of the story always emboldened him. Also, a part of him kinda believed it. And so he drank not just for enjoyment, but to alleviate the spooky feeling he conjured up.
"Nobody knows why the great coyote did what he did. Despite what happened the Esselen people didn't believe that the great coyote was evil, merely indifferent to humanity. Many people came to believe that the great coyote wanted to teach them a lesson about dealing with ones own problems. That if one was not willing to test oneself, then someone else would, and not in the way they could necessarily handle.
It is said that the great raven was so mortified about being tricked by the great coyote, that the moon shone red with both embarrassment and pain every time the raven remembered the incident. Thus, this is why we have the lunar eclipse.
Some people say that Khalo still haunts Ghost Rock, even to this day. That people have seen him, back when they still visited Lovers Haven. Praying into the Rock and snarling at anyone who got close. People often felt a sense of dread and foreboding whenevr he was near.
Of course, this is just a cautionary tale passed down by the Esselen people of the Sea Salt Bay area. But there was an incident a few years ago. One that stripped Lovers Haven of the popularity of being the local hangout for dates and stuff. One that reignited the belief of the haunting of Khalo, the living dead." explained Rolo.
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