The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

Chapter 35

Inside a tiny, all-night diner at the edge of Downtown, Lynnette sat on her side of the tattered, red leathered booth and watched as Cloyse swallowed the last morsel of his hot dog before gulping down another chug of Dr.Pepper from his plastic cup.

The aromatic smells of greasy, frying food from the kitchen engulfed the entire establishment, causing the place to smell almost as if it were on fire. Lynnette was growing more and more impatient with the man.

She could have honestly cared less that he hadn't eaten since God knows when, she had questions to ask, so being rude to Cloyse wasn't exactly going to cause another bead of sweat to form on her already scorching forehead.

Before Cloyse could swipe up another French fry from off his ketchup plastered plate, Lynnette snatched the plate away from him.

"Okay, now tell me, where is my son?" She indignantly ordered.

Appearing taken aback by her action, the man swallowed before saying, "My name is Cloyse. I came here to dis city to find Arthur and Akoni."

"Who are they?"

"Dey are brother and sister from my town."

"Your town in Africa," Lynnette asked.

Blushing, Cloyse replied, "I am not from Africa. I am from a town in Jamaica."

"Jamaica?" Lynnette frowned.

"Yes. Arthur and Akoni came here with deir brother Damerae, but for some reason or another dey both murdered him. Now, it is only dose two."

"So are you saying that these two have my son?"

Suddenly, on the speaker above their heads, the Kenny Rogers' song 'Lucille' began to play. Startled, Cloyse began looking all around the diner to see just where the music was coming from.

Slamming both of her hands on the table, Lynnette raised her voice, "I need you to focus on this conversation! Not that stupid song!"

Cloyse sat up and still in his seat like a soldier. "I don't know if dey have your son or not. But I do know dat dey are here for you and him both."

"Why? What did we do to them?"

Cloyse's eyes dropped to the table in a depressed manner. "You and your son did nothing to warrant your deaths, neither did my sister. It is all a part of de curse."

"Your sister," Lynnette questioned. "They're here for your sister, too?"

Looking back at Lynnette, Cloyse said, "My sister Karyn and Arthur were lovers back in our town. But when Karyn found out what Arthur truly was, he violated her and turned into dat demon."

to remain silent on the woman, and just where she had heard

to Cloyse's face, Lynnette whispered, "So, let me get this straight.

do." Cloyse sounded a bit stunned. "Dey all murdered everyone in our village."

Gawking around for a moment, Lynnette then asked, "What exactly did your people call these things? Because I don't want to sit here and act

called dem devils, because de

Lynnette scrupulously eyed the

"You do not

"I just need to make

fur all over dem. Dey stand at least seven feet or

Lynnette sat back at that instant and inhaled

"You sit there and act like it's nothing to you." She

like most of de people from my village, was born into it. For years we witnessed dem destroy our people left and right. Believe me, it is someting, someting dat I have learned

believing all of this. I mean, this is something out of Hollywood. Something that only white folks believe

"Evil knows

are being targeted. It was my fiancée that was that thing. He

most tragic thing in

did not know dat

"I

"Dat is how my sister behaved before she left for dis city

sudden clinched her fists underneath the table.

with de curse

head away from Cloyse for a moment and said, "So tell

felt your presence at dat

"My presence," she glared back at

time. Dat is why I went to de police station. I could sense dat you had not only been face to face with one of de devils,

understand, how can sense something like

and whispered, "I have dis curse of my own. It allows me to see and sense tings just by touching dem, or seeing tings far, far away. Dis curse has been with me ever since

Rolling her eyes, Lynnette said, "You're not possessed. You

"Can de disease kill me?" Cloyse looked

where certain people in the world have this sixth sense. I used to think it was stupid.

dat is how I recognized you in

"Talk about dumb luck."

"Arthur and Akoni have been

even attacked some teachers at

understand, dis curse is like a disease. It doesn't just infect de ones dat are dammed, but it

Lynnette's hands began to tremble

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