The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

Negril, Jamaica

The Rainy Season

"Walk with me, if you will. Here, beyond this beach aptly named Bloody Bay, lies an uncanny, if not deadly revelation that has rocked the people of Negril.

What lies behind me, deep within this bamboo forest is a horror the likes you have never witnessed before.

As we venture deep into the crevices of the quiet glade we can hear almost nothing. No kinds of wildlife to be seen or heard. Only quiet...eerie, deep quiet.

The deeper we delve, the more the human imagination begins to develop a sense of fear and trepidation, until...we find the unthinkable.

Right here, in this massive ditch, once was the resting place of exactly eighty-six men, women, boys and girls. All of which were torn to pieces by some wild animal just three months earlier.

Who discovered and buried the people is still a mystery. What kind of vicious beast could have wrought so much havoc is still baffling.

Local authorities are hesitant to say just what kind of animal could have murdered all of those people, but villagers in and around here say that this entire area was at one time, and still is cursed. Some even call this area 'The curse of Satan.'

The soil that I have in my hands is all but infertile. As I mentioned earlier, the sounds of animals is all but non-existent. It's as though they are aware that this entire forest is a nightmare.

I, your host, Silas MacDougal, even have reservations on remaining here. Even as I stand here I feel a deep presence lurking about; something sinister following me.

It's said by some of the neighboring villagers that voices can be heard coming from this very forest both night and day. There have been stories of giant animals once stalking people in this very village over fifty years ago. Creatures that have plagued this once peaceful Oceanside crest that was at one time called home, have now turned it into a wasteland, with nothing to show for it but memories.

What sort of animal could have wiped out an entire village? Who was it that buried all the bodies? How could such evil have been overlooked for so long? What the hell are the kids doing running around our set?" Silas angrily shouted in his Scottish vernacular. "Cut, cut, cut!"

All around Silas, his young camera operator Rebecca and her younger brother and microphone man William were little Jamaican children running, frolicking and acting as if the entire forest were their private playground.

All Silas could do was take off his ball cap, toss it to the ground and look on in utter disbelief. "Where the hell did they come from all of the sudden?" He fussed.

"They're from the other village," Rebecca, who also spoke in a Scottish dialect, said as she turned her camera off.

Spinning around and around, trying to catch all of the racing children in a single eyeshot, Silas remarked, "This is crazy! I'm filming a documentary here, not an episode of Sesame Street!"

Impishly grinning, Rebecca said, "They're just kids playing."

"Let them play somewhere else!" Silas ranted as he began for the foot of the forest. "I wanna at least get the introduction complete before it rains again for the tenth time today, for God's sake!"

No sooner had Silas and his assistants exited the forest, a short, bald, old Jamaican man dressed in a white buttoned down shirt and slacks began approaching him.

"Now what," Silas rolled his eyes.

"You know what he wants." William moaned.

Wiping his sweaty face with his dingy undershirt, Silas promptly pasted on the shiniest, phony smile he could assemble.

afternoon, Pastor Bena!" Silas

Bena responded in kind, kissing Silas

Silas gritted his teeth behind his cheesy

forgive de little ones, dey just got out of school." Bena pointed all around at

is that it?" Silas

"I and de congregation were just wondering when you and your film crew will come and visit

"We would be very glad to show up this Sunday,

our documentary and all the rain, we've just been so

is!" Bena happily tossed up his hands. "God be with you

Silas dropped his fake smile and said, "Those Protestants never give up. Hopefully we'll be

speak another word, the clouds in the sky darkened within

"You're supposed to be an almighty being! Don't

The crew, children and pastor all clamored along their way off the beach while just a

mid-forty year old. He wore a lazy, five o' clock shadow, as well as a dirty white ball cap. His khaki pants and muddy boots would have suggested that he had

newly lit Cuban cigar all the while glaring an amused smirk at the unfortunate documentary crew

was parked. He drove down the muddy, rural road, past numerous fleeing

on past all of them until he made it to a main road that

food or whatever else they saw fit to peddle. But by then, running from one place to another was all but useless, it was going to rain and everyone beneath its path was going

in the dreary season, if a person wasn't accustomed to the conditions, then they were

slowing down for a yellow light, the man took his truck off the main road and down an alley before stopping behind the store. He then honked the horn and waited for at least ten seconds before a young, scraggly looking

Appearing annoyed, Livingston rolled down the

man ran around to the other side of the truck and climbed inside. Gawking and

through a block before careening down yet another alley and parking. The rain pelted the truck so hard that it felt as if the

in park, Livingston dashed out his cigar before turning to the

watched, the man asked, "Where have you been all dis time?"

Livingston replied. "But don't worry about that. What do you have for

"I took dese about six days ago." He presented

his lips and rolled his eyes.

he and de other two have been taking pictures and filming." The young man

him before. He's filming some kind of movie out in the

the JLP, but

sat and thought for a moment or two while glaring

"About ten or

turned up his nose. "You

young; dey come and dey go at

eye on them. I thought all that political rubbish would have been over by

The man then handed Livingston another photo.

she is a server dere. She also works down

"So, what does she have to do with

"She's

"Why