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!"

"God not here, God not here," the mysterious individual kept gasping in

up crashing onto the floor, with him still inside the seat. But to Cloyse, just feeling pain at that point, and after so

"Are you alright?"

Crawling about on the warm, gravely floor, Cloyse

"Careful." Sunta said as he hoisted both Cloyse

all over his hairy face before inquiring, "How...how

"Three weeks,

making a sort of snoring racket before saying, "You be dead by

Cloyse sat in his chair and locked his hazy eyes upon the man

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 ever changing. His emaciated, grey-haired, bare chest looked like he hadn't been nourished in ages. He appeared such a pathetic sight, but inside Cloyse's heart, only disdain seized him. There wasn't a single fiber

you capture him?" Cloyse asked

to Cloyse. "Doi was returning to de world when I found him. It was quite simple

tink ya kill, fool," Doi questioned with his head still hung low. "I know

you do know

Doi shook his head from side to side before saying, "Big sister not here. She gone, mon. Dey all

beating so furiously, but

man's entire body before sitting back and

dat, but

"No, no, Arthur, Akoni and Damerae

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

"I know where dey are." Cloyse said. "I saw

shook. "Wherever dey are

test de devil now dat he loose? Who

for endless minutes before he glanced back at Sunta and groaned, "Dey are gone

"But where, mon?"

"Far north of here,"

"Kingston, mon?"

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

mon."

Sunta. Before long, a sinister growl ran up and out of Doi's throat as his face

strength, all Cloyse could do was try and scoot backwards, away

however, Sunta, with a pointy stick in his right hand, approached Doi. He took the stick and struck it against the gravely floor before igniting Doi from his feet

Almost immediately the old, beastly man was engulfed in flames as he roared and howled in agony. From there, Sunta grabbed a hold of Cloyse and dragged him out of the blazing hut and onto the sandy beach before both men limped as fast as they could away from the

back no more, boy." Sunta helped a staggering Cloyse down the

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