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Submitted by
Name: McKenna
E-mail: Contact

Comments:
Oh, it's been a little longer than I had hoped since my last reply. Forgive me, but I have not been feeling well once again. Percy, I am happy that you and Boris enjoyed my story. I've written a few more (although these ones are far more exciting than tragic) and I hope the others enjoyed it as well.

Gweena, I have wonderful news. While looking for something in an old chest of mine, I found your locket! I had misplaced it a while ago, when we were moving. It's returned to its place around my neck now.

How are the others? I'm ashamed to realize I have not asked about Annabel, Tinker, Molly, Baby, Toby, Boo or Patch. How are you?

Also, I have a message from my little cousin, Emilia. She says that Patch is her favorite. She's ten years old and very enthusiastic about pirates, and always daydreams about being one herself, although she'd often told she cannot, due to being female (which I find ridiculous)

Added: April 12, 2015

Submitted by
Name: Annabel Lee
From: Ravensbreath Island
Website: http://www.ravensbreath.com

Comments:
Hello Dear Miss Hope! So good to hear from you again. Don't worry. We know how busy the Living are. We're quite busy too, though not in a way we would like.

But you came back. And we are here for you. Sadly we are always here.

You know what I wish? I wish you didn't get older, like we don't. Our other living friend, Miss McKenna is sixteen nearly seventeen! We thought she was still a young one. You too!

It's tragic for us to remain as were are, for ever.
Someday you will get old and you WILL forget us.

Our only hope Miss Hope, is if our story gets finished. Then we may have a way out, before we fade away. It is coming along, we are told, but oh how long it is taking!

I will let the others know you came by and show them your message. They will be ever so pleased. I shall tell them now.

Ta Miss Hope,
Thank you for coming.
Haunting you forever,
Annabel Lee

Added: April 5, 2015

Submitted by
Name: Hope Hudson

Comments:
Oh my god. Oh my god. OH MY FREAKING GOD! OH MY FREAKING GOD IT HAS BEEN SO LONG MY GHOSTLY FRIENDS! DX I FORGOT CUZ I'VE BEEN SO BUSY! :!cry:

I've occasionally thought about you guys(and gals!

) But,I now have a boyfriend,I'm in the sixth grade(going to seventh), I'm eleven, turning twelve this May,I have a phone,Gmail,xBox 360, and a YouTube account. :!cry:

IT'S BEEN SO FREAKING LONG AND I FORGOT ABOUT YOU GUYS :!cry:

Added: April 4, 2015

Submitted by
Name: Percy & Boris his Beetle
Website: http://www.ravensbreath.com/percy.htm

Comments:
Dearest Miss McKenna,

Boris and I am overwhelmed with emotion. Your story has touched our heart. It also begs to hear more.

We know you love the sea, your stories show us. Also that you are a splendid writer! Oh how I wish you could visit here on Ravensbreath Island. You, Boris and I could sit on any cliff or stand out on the tower balcony (though is is quite rickety) and watch the changing faces of the sea. We could exchange plot ideas and put our notes to paper.

But I should not even speak of such a thing. And I'm glad you cannot come here. If you could I would not allow it. I would tell you to stay away. It's not safe. Promise me, Miss McKenna, if someone; goblin, rat, offers you a way in you will refuse to accept.

DO NOT COME HERE!

Forgive my shouting, but it is of utmost importance you heed my words. We can dream and share as we do now. That is best.

Boris has just had a jolly suggestion. To read your tale to the children at tea today. I shall do that. They are always up for one of your stories. I have transcribe all you have sent me and bring them out now and then.

Farewell Miss McKenna,

Ever your admirers,

Percy and Boris
Haunting you forever

ghosts of Ravensbreath Castle

Added: February 22, 2015

Submitted by
Name: McKenna

Comments:
It is strange to think I am sixteen now. After all, I was just a small girl when I first began talking to all of you. Of course, I am still just a child in my heart.

I am unable to stay much longer, however, I did find one of my old short stories for Percy. I am writing more, many of which seem to deal with pirates and other adventure (perhaps Patch will tell me a few of his adventures, so that I may recall them to my little cousin, Emilia. She loves exciting stories more than I.)

Any way, back to the short stories...Percy, as I said, I dug out one of my old stories. It is here below:

The sea had always enchanted me. When I was a boy, it was a place of adventure. One of the last places not fully explored by human-kind. When I was a boy, I used to dream and dream about exploring the sea. I�d sit out on the cliffs near my house, and stare out at the water. Sometimes, Ash would join me.

Ashley Fallon, Ash to most of us, had always been my best friend. From the youngest I can remember being, she was there. I can�t remember a time when she wasn't. Something tells me there never actually was a time when she wasn't.

Ash and I dreamt of adventure together. We were kids with the imagination of storytellers and artists. I can remember when we once found an old boat in a hidden part of the beach. We fixed it up, so it wouldn't sink, before carving our names onto the side. �When we find this boat next, we will know where to go,� we had said as we pushed it back into the water, not really understanding what we were saying. It had sounded mysterious, adventurous. And to two ten year olds, that was the most important part.

Years passed by. Ash went off and became an adventurer. I still have the post cards and letters and every single damned photograph of her travels. Scotland. Finland. MOUNT EVEREST. She went everywhere and survived everything she did. When she�d talked about the daring exploits she would have as she grew older, she had meant it. I�d never doubted it.

I, on the other hand, did not travel. I stayed in that place by the ocean, waiting for her returns whenever they came. They could be every other month, or years could pass. I�d never know when they next would come.

I was in my late fifties when I learned that Ash had died. I had expected to feel upset, but instead I felt at peace. Ash had once said she�d die exploring. She wouldn't die in her sleep in some nursing home, or some pathetic way similar. She�d be poisoned in India, or her airplane would explode. Something��exciting�, had been the way she put it. Something that would be a death worthy of the life she had lived. And she�d gotten her wish.

Twenty years have passed. Twenty years since I stood by the ocean waiting for Ash to return. My body had become old, and tired. And yet, I knew I had to, that day. I had to stand by the ocean once more. Imagine that as I looked to the horizon in the far distance, I was waiting to hear my old friend calling my name happily, eager to see me still alive and waiting for her.

The ocean had not changed since I last stood on its beach. The ocean was still so cold, and so beautifully /blue/. The clouds overhead were still that beautiful stormy gray as I stood, leaning on the cane clasped in my right hand. Nothing had changed about the place I had spent so much of my boyhood, and yet�there was something different.

There�yes! There, in the distance, was a thing. I could barely make it out, but it was there. It kept coming nearer, and nearer, and nearer, until it was beached right in front of me.

I couldn't help but smile, as I looked at the old boat. The wood was old, patched in places as though two young children had tried to fix it. The oars had long since disappeared into the water, but I didn't care as I rubbed my finger against the old name carved deeply into the wood. The old name so long vacant from my life�

�Well, Ash,� I said, smiling up to the clouds disappearing into sunshine. �I guess I found it again. I know where to go.�

I began pushing it into the water, pulling myself inside. I could hear the splash as my cane fell into the water, but I didn't care. I wouldn't be needing it anymore. The boat sailed farther and farther away from shore and I smiled, turning around to take one last look at that place before I turned back around.

�I know where I�m going now, Ash,� I said aloud. �And I�m going to find you.�

Added: February 18, 2015

Submitted by
Name: Trudy
Website: http://thatsafunnypic.com/
E-mail: Contact

Comments:
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Added: February 12, 2015

Submitted by
Name: Gweena Madalaine (Ratgirl)

Comments:
Oh cher McKenna! So happy you are dancing well and varied - not so happy you are sixteen!!!! How can that be?

I'm afraid I forget that it is the way for you, the living.

I will be gone from this tower for two of your weeks or so. Hard to explain. But come see me again please. I have missed you.

Gweena

Added: February 8, 2015

Submitted by
Name: McKenna

Comments:
It's wonderful to hear that you have not forgotten me. It has happened before (much to my disappointment), but alas,that is how the world works sometimes.

My dancing has mixed into multiple things. Ballet, modern, and tap are what I've been focusing on (although the condition of my feet have persuaded me to take a year from pointe and focus more on modern where I am actually barefoot).

I am, actually, now sixteen, Gweena. I will be seventeen in a few months time, and out in the world on my own. Preferably, traveling the world. Finding adventure and new ways of life like I've read about in books. Of course, though I may grow up to be a woman, I am still a girl in heart (although, perhaps, a bit more boyish than when I left you).

As for my stories, I may, perhaps, share some of them with all of you if I can ever find the time to type them out. Many of them are a fair bit sad, but I am quite proud of the writing. I find that they are much better than what I used to write when I was twelve years old.

Added: February 4, 2015

Submitted by
Name: Gweena Madalaine (Ratgirl)
From: Ravensbreath Castle, a lost and lonely place
Website: http://www.ravensbreath.com

Comments:
Dearest ami cher Mlle Mckenna!!!!

You know how delighted we are that you have not forgotten me ...or them. How could we forget you ever? It is not possible!

How sad that you were ill but we are most pleased that you are well again and have returned to us!

And your dancing - it improves!!!!! I am so happy to hear it. Do tell me about all the forms you are studying.

Are you the age of me now, fifteen? I envy that you will carry on to womanhood whilst I remain like this! Sacre bleu!

Percy wishes to know what books you are reading and more about your writing. He still reads your others which he keeps locked up!

Visit again when you can. We know Living is a busy affair. Dead is quite adventuresome as well, and frightening. I'd rather not talk about that.

May your toes be ever warm and continue to twinkle.

Gweena * * *

Added: February 4, 2015