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The Greatest Samurai that Ever Lived (the haunted years)

The night was dark and the house was silent. It was so silent that if a mouse had scratched in a corner, it would have been heard by all. Suddenly, a low moaning sound slowly rose and fell, then silence, then more moaning, rising like a wind warning of storms to come.
by AlCase


The night was dark and the house was silent. It was so silent that if a mouse had scratched in a corner, it would have been heard by all. Suddenly, a low moaning sound slowly rose and fell, then silence, then more moaning, rising like a wind warning of storms to come.

"Please, Master!" The servant made his way through the house, searching for where Sokaku Takeda had chosen to sleep, for the Master slept in a different place every night, and changed that place every hour or two. It was the only way, he had determined, that he could be safe from the attack of his enemies.

"OOOOOO!" The moan was now a building wail, and the members of the household could be heard muttering nervously at the sound of the Master's nightmares. At last, the servant found his master--in a cupboard located beneath a stairway.

"Master!" The servant cried, afraid to approach and knock on the cupboard door, for Sokaku slept with a dagger and an iron fan, and in the throws of a nightmare he could easily cut down his faithful servant. The servant reached into a canister and withdrew an umbrella.

Gingerly, he leaned forward and knocked on the door. The door suddenly flung open, and before the servant could even see the old samurai, he had been thrown on the floor. Sokaku held a sharp knife under the servant's chin.

"What's this? You thought I wouldn't see you? I killed you once before, you know, and I can...what's this?"

Another servant appeared with a lantern, and the sudden influx of light made Sokaku blink. He was disheveled, bleary-eyed, pale. The dagger had brought forth a drop of blood from the first servant's throat, and the arm of the first servant, where Sokaku had gripped him, felt like it was going to break.

"Master Takeda?" The first servant begged. Sokaku looked at the man in his grip, then he began to understand what he was really doing.

Bone weary, but still filled with power, he drew his bedding out of the cupboard. He left the room, then, and began searching for another place to sleep. If only he could sleep a few hours undisturbed, but always...always...the souls of those he had slain found him.

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