That was Ekka in the Well House. But Merrit can tell about a lot more strange people and things and ghosts.
And then there’s the worst of all: the Big Sluggish Beast.
“Have you never heard about that Amaldus?”
“No. What is it?”
Merrit looks as though it’s something that isn’t easy to explain.
“It’s something that creeps. Do you know what it means to creep?”
“Yes, worms creep. And snails.”
“Yes, but the Big Sluggish Beast isn’t a worm, and it’s not a snail either. But it creeps. It’s always somewhere or other. Then it goes away for a time, but it comes back when you least expect it. Creeping! – No, perhaps it’s best not to talk about it.”
“Have you actually seen it, Merrit?”
“You bet I have.”
“Well then, what did it look like?”
Merrit suddenly sits up and opens her stare eyes.
“Just listen here. It’s slimy like a fish. And then it’s got funny pink eyes that stick out. And then it cries and sighs and moans. ’Cos it’s awfully sad. And then it comes and snuggles up to you. ’Cos it doesn’t mean you any harm. It’s simply so frightened and wants to be comforted. But it’s so horrible that everyone runs away from it. And so it’s all lonely and that’s a pity for it. All you can do is say a prayer and say, ‘Dear God, have pity on the Big Sluggish Beast and don’t let it be so upset. And don’t let it strangle me or suffocate me. Amen.’ ”
Merrit has tears in her eyes, and you yourself are almost on the verge of tears because you are so touched about the poor horrible and lonely beast.
But suddenly you feel her sharp elbow in your side:
“Amaldus. You really are so terribly stupid!”