Nutuperabou

It is a ghost of a lump of meat which is flabby with a Noperaboufs friend.
If I appear in an abandoned temple or a graveyard at night,
and I merely wander around,
there can be a thing walking night downtown in the end of the year.

Was a quiet ghost, but meat rotted Nutuperabou after having gone;even if smell, and take it, is stinking.
It is said that the body is corrupt formerly, and the mind jelled.