The Spawn…

AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN

THE SECOND SIGHT

THE SPAWN

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EPISODE 6

John Ainooson nodded lamely and turned away, almost like an automaton, and returned to the cabin. He had sent the angry and protesting girls away with his driver, and then he had returned to the riverfront.

“They’re gone,” he said lamely to the girl. “I’m John Ainooson.”

“I know, John,” the girl said with a sweet smile.

He smiled nervously.

“And what should I call you?”

“Elaine,” she said simply, and moved toward him.

He could see that she was naked under the thin dress, and the rain had moulded her body through the material. She was such an exquisite woman, and he could barely breathe as desire surged through him.

“Well, Elaine, get out of the rain, please,” John said awkwardly. “It’s cold, and you might get sick.”

“Just a moment,” Elaine said with another sweet smile. “I’m waiting.”

“For what, dear?” John asked, puzzled.

She turned and pointed toward the river…and then John saw them, and his heart leapt with sudden terror.

There, on the river, materializing out of the swirling mists covering the water, was a long, white canoe!

There were two tall and slender men inside the canoe wearing huge, bulbous black robes with hoodies. The hoods were drawn over their heads, and the robes had long sleeves that covered their arms, and so John saw nothing of how they looked like.

He only knew that he became more and more terrified the closer that terrible canoe drew near the shore, and his heart hammered so loudly that he could hear the beats in his eardrums!

His whole being protested against this macabre sight, and he wanted to turn around and flee, but his legs simply would not obey his natural inclinations, and he remained rooted to the spot and shivered with acute terror.

Elaine walked through the sleet and approached the canoe.

John saw one of the men moving toward Elaine and handing over a covered basket-like structure. Elaine took the package and turned toward the shore again.

Suddenly, the hooded figure turned its face toward John, and within the dark folds of the hood John saw two pairs of malevolent green eyes looking at him with evil intensity!

That was all John could see…just that pair of piercing and evil green eyes within the dark confines of the hood!

He gasped with fear, craving to flee, but he was paralysed to the spot, unable to move a limb as he stared into those infernal eyes with a scream locked deeply in his throat.

And then, mercifully, the figure lowered its head again as the canoe turned slowly and then melted back into the mists.

Elaine was by John’s side again, and she smiled demurely.

“Come, darling,” she murmured huskily.

John followed her to the shade of the veranda, and then she set the basket down. Without looking at him she slowly unbuttoned her dress and peeled it off her shoulders.

John gasped, his desire peaking so much that he felt a slight pain in the lust-inflamed gland in his trousers.

Hers was a body made by a lover!

She was amazingly curvaceous, incredibly moulded, topped up with a hint of hair on her pudenda!

She picked up the basket and lovingly opened its lid.

Nestling comfortably inside was a most handsome sleeping baby boy.

Elaine looked at John and smiled.

“Wait fifteen minutes, and come up to the upstairs room,” Elaine said lustfully. “I’ll be waiting!”

John nodded, already drooling.

Elaine entered the cabin with her son, and climbed the curved staircase with enamel handles to the upstairs room.

She set her son on the bed, and then she walked to the window and threw it open. Still naked, she held out her hands through the window with her fingers splayed wide, and then she began to sway sinuously and a gruff sound emerged from her throat.

“Come, you stinking mimic wench!” Elaine said softly. “Come and ply your trade!”

Suddenly, a hideous flying figure appeared in the midst of the heavy downpour from the direction of the river, approached fast and flew through the window and landed on the floor of the bedroom with a sodden thud.

It was a most ugly creature!

Its body was that of a very old woman with wrinkled skin and toothless mouth, its eyes were rheumy and watery, and it stank to high kingdom. That was as far a resemblance it had to a human being, because the thing didn’t have arms but wings; great, black, ancient wings! Its legs were like a bird’s legs, but these ones were huge, and had seven talons on each foot.

“Mimic me for that fool!” Elaine said in that same gruff voice, and her eyes suddenly glowed a sickly red, just as the strange mimic beast in the room also began to glow red!

And then an amazing thing happened!

The horrible bird-woman thing on the floor slowly began to change, taking on a look similar to that of Elaine, metamorphosing from its head as its wings swiftly changed into arms and its bird-legs changed to shapely human forms exactly like Elaine’s!

Five minutes later the cloning was complete, and the Elaine-like mimic beast fell on the bed and spread itself out, just like a naked lust-inflamed Elaine!

Elaine picked up her baby and sat down in a deep settee along one wall of the bedroom. The baby boy slept soundly, five minutes later, a hesitant knock came on the door.

Instantly, a strange green light appeared around Elaine.

Elaine didn’t speak, but the clone on the bed spoke sweetly.

“Come in, please,” she said.

John Ainooson entered, sweating with lust, and hesitated at the foot of the bed.

He did not see Elaine sitting on the settee because the green field around her had rendered her invisible!

The mimic held out its hands to John Ainooson.

“Come and make love to me, John!” it crooned. “I’m all wet and warm and ready for your strong arms, Johnny darling!”

John Ainooson flew out of his clothes, and a moment later he was engaged in frantic love-making with that old creature on the bed, making crazy noises of enjoyment.

Elaine sat on the settee and watched him with an amused little smile playing around her lips.

Fool, she thought as she watched the man cavorting with that mimic beast, if only he knew the kind of evil beast he was making love to!

Her mind wandered, and she saw the face of another man in her mind’s eye, the most handsome man on the face of the planet, her king, the only man for her, the man she would soon be with, for eternity!

“Oh, Yaw!” Elaine whispered tremulously to herself. “My love, Yaw Boat! Our son is safe here. Soon, very soon, my darling, we shall be a family again, and rule the world!”

***

The house on the hill was beautiful.

Joe Eduafo informed Esi that it had originally been white when the retired army commander had occupied it. Now the stranger had repainted it in a beautiful deep ash and light shade of black that presented a very artistic sight when one came upon it from around the bend in the road..

It was nestled among the trees on the hill.

The stranger’s sleek black Escalade was parked to one side of the house, under a canopied shade, and Joe Eduafo turned in beside the car and parked.

The building was not walled, and it was surrounded by an expanse of green grass and shrubbery. The decorative flowers were nicely-pruned, the hedges beautifully-cut and displayed, giving a beautiful aura of peace and serenity.

Esi Eduafo fell in love with it at first sight, and she smiled brightly as she got out of the car and waited for her parents to alight.

Her brother, who wanted to come along, had to pull out at the last minute because of an emergency with one of his children who fell and broke a teeth, and had to be rushed to the dentist.

It was a Sunday afternoon, and they had come over immediately after church service. No one had the telephone number of Yaw Boat, and so they had come on the power of his assumed schedule of being mostly home.

The people in the town had never seen Yaw Boat outside his residence on Sundays, ever!

Joe Eduafo opened the boot of the car and took out a package in a white plastic carrier bag. It was stuffed with provisions from the shop.

Esi Eduafo had already mounted the stairs, and she pressed the doorbell once. Her mother joined her, and they waited. Her father, who had slung the bag of provisions across his shoulder, was lumbering up the stairs when the door opened, and Yaw Boat stood in the doorway and regarded them with his beautiful eyes, and again Esi’s heart missed a beat.

Dressed in knee-length khaki shorts and a red polo-necked T-shirt, he cut a very handsome and elegant figure indeed as he appraised them coolly from an unsmiling face.

“You didn’t have to come,” he said quietly.

“Yes, we had, young man,” Sisi Eduafo said, her face a bit tinted with sadness, and stepped forward with her hand outstretched. “You saved my life, I know. We just came to thank you.”

“I did nothing of the sort,” Boat said, still standing in the doorway and looking a shade displeased.

“Do you mind if we come inside for a while, please?” Joe Eduafo asked with a gentle chuckle. “This load is a mite heavy.”

Yaw Boat hesitated a bit longer, and then he stood aside and ushered them in.

The Eduafos passed into the air-conditioned interior, instantly pleased by the bout of cold refreshing air that dropped away the tepid heat from the venomous sun.

The interior was big and pleasantly furnished, serving as a living-room and a sort of study at the same time.

The armchairs were huge and comfortable, and they were arranged in a semi-circular fashion. The rug on the floor was of deep imported wool and quite beautiful.

The television on the wall was huge, and frozen on it was a console game of sorts, a shooting game more like, judging from the heavy gun on the screen held by a soldier-type man.

There were no pictures on the white walls. The curtains were Venetian and were completely drawn, covering up every inch of the window so that no sight of the outside world was visible.

It was an indication that the charming Mr. Yaw Boat cherished his privacy, and despised company.

Esi turned to Boat, and then she wriggled her nose suddenly, and a mischievous expression crossed her face.

“You’re not cooking anything, are you?” she asked suddenly as the burnt scent of rice wafted into her nostrils.

“Oh, craps!” Yaw Boat said suddenly and dashed out through a door that evidently led to the kitchen.

Smiling, Esi Eduafo followed him.

There was a stainless pan on fire, and it was emitting great heat as the scent of burnt rice became unbearably stronger and smoke came out from under the lid.

Yaw Boat turned off the fire and then he reached for the pan of rice.

“Jesus, don’t!” Esi Eduafo screamed, horrified that he was using his bare hand to lift the pan off the cooker. “You’ll get horribly burnt, Yaw!”

But she was too late…Yaw Boat had already lifted the pan!

He stood watching Esi Eduafo and it was evident that for a moment he had forgotten about her presence, and acted instinctively.

They looked at each other.

There was a look of resignation on his face, and there was a look of utter shock that approached terror and panic on her face.

Boat was holding a pan that had almost caught fire, and his hand should have burnt rather horribly, and yet he was standing still as if he felt no pain whatsoever, as if it was a pan he had just taken from the shelf.

He turned slowly and walked to the sink and put the pan in a round plastic bowl half-filled with water, and the water sizzled and boiled furiously for a moment as it dispersed the heat from the pan.

Boat turned slowly and faced her.

Almost collapsing with shock, Esi Eduafo walked forward on dead, unsteady legs and reached for his hand, and then she drew her hand wonderingly down his palm.

There was no break in the smoothness of his skin. No singe, no scorch, no ugly burnt marks.

This man had held a mightily hot metallic pan and it had done nothing whatsoever to his hand!

Esi Eduafo looked slowly into his eyes, fighting down her sudden urge to turn around and flee from the room.

“Who are you?” she whispered, stunned to her very core. “Who are you, Yaw?”

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