But I was still tensed up and my teeth were chattering. The ghost stories I'd heard growing up in this area seethed through my mind "en masse": The man walking along a road who suddenly heard the clacking of a peddler's poles up ahead, but when he looked he saw only two poles and two legs moving, with no body; or the man walking down a road at night who ran into someone giggling at him, and when he looked closely he saw it was the "faceless ghost", a woman whose face had only a red mouth and nothing else; or the man walking at night who suddenly saw a white-bearded old man eating grass....
Later I realized that I'd been sweating profusely, drenching my clothes.
I started to sing loudly. "Forward, forward, forward — Charge —