From the Desk of
Geronimo Stilton

Dear Friends,

Putrid cheese puffs, I just experienced a mouse’s worst nightmare. Last week, I was simply minding my own business when suddenly, I was mouse-napped by the spookiest rodent of all: Creepella von Cacklefur! Then, as if that wasn’t bad enough, before I could say, “not for all the cheese in Cheddarton,” Creepella put me in her car (which was actually a hearse!) and drove me all the way to Cacklefur Castle.

On the way there, she sang a song that went like this: We are going to Cacklefur Castle. It’s creaky and dreary and gray. We are going to Cacklefur Castle. And forever and ever we’ll stay! Did she say, forever and ever we’ll stay??? Rat-munching rattlesnakes, I nearly jumped out of my fur!

Then we drove all through the night until we reached a gloomy valley with thick trees, twisting branches, and a mountain that was shaped like a giant skull! On the top of the mountain was Cacklefur Castle. As we drove over the moat, I think I saw two gleaming eyes peering from the murky water.

You can only imagine what happened once we got inside. The whole time I was there, only one thought comforted me: if I ever did get home in one piece, I would definitely have something to write about! Let me tell you, I had enough experiences to fill an entire book! I’m calling it The Secret of Cacklefur Castle. What’s the big secret, you ask? Well, you’ll just have to see for yourself!

Yours truly,

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