Shady Belle and Saint Denis until the
next foggy night. Heading up to the
same area, again I hear a woman’s
voice from the mist: “I’ll always love
you...” I run around a bit trying to
pinpoint the source, and head toward
what looks like a strange light. I step
on a huge alligator, which mauls me
to death.
At this point, I should warn you
that running through swamps
on a densely foggy night
is a bloody stupid thing
to do. Still, I return to
the same spot night
after night and it soon
becomes apparent that
this ghostly encounter
will trigger only at a
certain time, and only if it’s
foggy. Soon enough, I see the
source of the voice – a ghostly woman
made up of pale light, who seems to
be reliving the events of an ill-fated
love affair, as her dialogue ranges
over time from “Ain’t love the grandest
thing?” to a series of arguments with,
and over, her lover; “Daddy, don’t kill
him, put down the gun!” It’s all starting
to break my heart, and by day I start
to scour the area for clues as to the
identity of the girl. Just at the backof
the gang’s Shady Belle camp I find a
grave marker, that Red Dead scholars
(AKA the internet) agree is that of
the girl in question. She is one Agnes
Dowd,aged19,whoapparently‘took
her own life and others’.
That night, eager to continue
Agnes’ story as told from
beyond the grave, I ride
back into the swamp.
There’s a body hanging
from one of the trees.
I stoptoexamineit,
ponderingwhether
it’sanythingtodowith
Agnes,orjusta random
lynching,andI amsetupon
byzombies.Thesedead-looking
weirdosmovereallyfastandgetreally
stabby.What.The.Fudge!?
Nextnight,I seea Strangerblip
flashingnearthespotofAgnes’
haunting.Couldthisbewherethe
ghostactuallyinteractswithArthur?
WillwelearnthetruthbehindAgnes’
tragictale?I gotoinvestigate,but
there’sonlyanoldCajunfellawho
wantsmyhelp.Hewantshisbitof
squalidswampclearingofsomething
hecallstheNightFolk.Yeahright,
that’snotatallscary,is it?I follow
himbylanternlightdeeperintothe
bayouandfinda corpsetied,upsidedown,toa tree,evidenceofwrong-
’uns if ever there was. Perhaps the
result of voodoo gone wrong, zombies
in all-but name have overrun the old
Cajun’s shack. These things move fast
and Arthur just manages to escape
with his life and guns them down for
the old Cajun’s gratitude and a couple
ofbucks.Theseswampsarestarting
togivemereal-lifenightmares,andI
shouldstayaway.
Asa self-appointedSheriff
Ghostbuster,though,I’mnotgoingto
stopnow.A fewmorevisitstothearea
yieldmoreofAgnes’terrible,sadstory,
butthankfullynomoreNightFolkfor
now.Meanwhile,I’veheardrumours
ofanactualghosttrain.HowScooby
Doois that?I movemyactivitiestoa
locationontheborderofNewHanover
andLemoyne,tothetrackwhere
thespiritlocomotivehasbeenseen.
SadlyatthetimeofwritingI havehad
noluckspottingit,despitereturning
nightafternight.Still,I won’trestuntil
I’vecapturedeveryghostinRedDead
RedemptionwithanXboxscreenshot,
forI amArthurMorgan,Ghostbuster.
Whoyagonnatelegram?■“Runnin throu h swamps on a
densely fo y ni ht is a bloody
stupid thin to do”
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