The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

Chapter 6

Negril, Jamaica

"What can you hear, my boy?" Old man Sunta said into Cloyse's ear in a raspy, Jamaican dialect.

Cloyse, feeling completely restrained and helpless, heard everything, from the roaring waves of the sea that sounded as if he were right next to them, to his old friend, all the way to a wheezing grunt that seemingly surrounded him.

Cloyse struggled to move, but it felt as if his entire body was shut down. Just trying to wiggle one finger was like trying to sprout wings, it was virtually impossible.

"I...I cannot—

"Do not try and speak yet, just focus on trying to see." Sunta spoke softly into the young man's ears.

Cloyse did as he was told and bore down in the hopes of trying to revive his vision all over again. In fact, his eyes were wide open; it was just the blackness that appeared more like fog that kept him from seeing clearly.

"Dey gone...dey gone far away," the wheezing individual from somewhere within the area groaned.

"Be silent, devil!" Sunta scolded the man. "Now, continue to focus on what you want to see, my boy."

Cloyse squeezed and stretched until the blackness in front of him gradually formed into splotches.

"I can...I can see it." Cloyse fought to utter in his own broken English.

"Good, good, now keep on!" Sunta gleefully urged.

Cloyse kept stretching before even more forms began coming into sight. Before long, globs and splotches eventually turned into brightness. It was so bright in fact that Cloyse had to shut his eyes momentarily just to shield from the rays.

"Can you see now?" Sunta asked.

Cloyse ever so slightly nodded yes before going back to trying to twist his finger all over again. Much like before, attempting such a task was arduous, but the man kept at it until one moving finger turned into three, and after three, an entire right hand.

"You can move now?" Sunta sounded surprised.

"No good, boy, you be dead by sundown." The nearby groaning man uttered.

"Please, keep on! You are almost free!"

Cloyse persisted until he was able to fully operate his right hand. All of the sudden, the young man began to cry like a child. He wept so hard that his entire body began shaking inside the chair in which he was seated.

"God be praised, he is coming back!"

the mysterious individual kept gasping in and out as though he were

up crashing onto the floor, with him still inside the seat. But

"Are you alright?"

Crawling about on the warm, gravely floor, Cloyse replied,

said as he hoisted both Cloyse and his chair

Cloyse felt all over his hairy face before inquiring, "How...how long have I been

"Three weeks, I am

Soon, the other man began making a sort of

his chair and locked his hazy eyes upon

chair and had his head down with his arms restrained with a rusty chain from the back. His torn and ragged pants looked as if he had worn the same clothing for years without

"Where did you capture him?" Cloyse asked

Sunta walked around and stood next to Cloyse. "Doi was

ya tink ya kill, fool," Doi questioned with his head still hung low. "I know not

do

side before saying, "Big

breathing at that very second. His heart was beating so furiously, but the words he wanted to say had

entire body before sitting back and breathlessly uttering, "They're gone

saying dat, but he is an old

Arthur, Akoni and Damerae are gone, mon. They're gone far

then, a sudden silence gripped the entire hut. The thundering waves from outside were the

are." Cloyse said.

now." Sunta's voice shook. "Wherever dey are gone to, not even God in heaven

about God." Doi grunted. "God not here no more, mon. Who won test de devil now dat he loose? Who won test de unknown devil now dat

at Doi for endless minutes

"But where, mon?"

of

"Kingston, mon?"

"No...even further," Cloyse said. "I want my sister,

mon." Doi shook his head.

before both Cloyse and Sunta. Before long, a sinister growl ran up and out of Doi's throat as his face began to stretch outwards forming what

Cloyse could do was try and scoot backwards, away from the oncoming demon that was rapidly transforming right

stick in his right hand, approached Doi. He took the stick and

him out of the blazing hut and onto the sandy beach before both men limped as fast

boy." Sunta helped a staggering Cloyse down

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