I am a ghost in the form of a weasel, and I shall haunt you with weird noises and clanking chains. I am a freak. I have hands and I have feet, and if you saw me you'd faint, you'd be petrified, mummified, turned into stone or a pillar of salt. I was born near Dehli, India, on June 7, 1852. I have been shot at by Indians. I am a marsh mongoose. I am not evil. I could be if I wanted. You don't know what damage or harm I could do if I were roused. I could kill you all, but I won't.