THE SECOND SIGHT 3
Nicole Anderson opened her eyes with a gasp and struggled for breath.
Her head turned slowly and she looked at the luminous surface of the bedside clock.
It was exactly two o’clock in the morning!
It was dark in her bedroom because she preferred to sleep without light, but this dawn she felt the oppressive darkness and felt the unusual coldness in the room.
She usually preferred the ceiling fan to the air-conditioner, so she rarely used the cooler.
But the room was chilling cold now, and she glanced up at the air-condition unit in the corner of the room, wondering if she had put it on unknowingly somewhere in the night, but its surface was blank.
So why was the room so freezing cold?
And the only answer that came to her mind was: evil!
“My Lord, my God, my Saviour,” she whispered softly. “Please, help me out! Come to your daughter’s aid because evil breathes down my neck. In the name of my Lord Jesus Christ…amen.”
She began to breathe a little easier as the coldness subsided considerably in the bedroom of the staff bungalow allocated to her. She lay on her back in her negligee and took deep breaths in the darkness.
And then she heard a sliding noise in the room!
It had come from the lower part of the room…and she just knew something was amiss! Something evil was happening right in her room. She began to shiver on the bed again, and she shut her eyes tightly and uttered a prayer in her terror and anguish.
Her trembling hand reached for the bed light switch which was inside the headpost of the bed, and then she switched it on.
The room was instantly flooded with the warm glow of the bulbs inside the thick holders and shades in the four corners of the room…and then Nicole screamed with sheer horror!
The bed she was lying on was surrounded by huge white crows!
Ten were perched on the headboard with precise distance between them. Ten were perched on the tailboard, and the same number were perched on the sides, with precisely the same distance between them!
And, littering the bed, were a lot of ferocious, slithering and hissing black snakes! And she was lying on them!
As the scream of terror blasted through Nicole’s throat, she saw her bathroom door opening, and then a naked baby boy came out! His eyes were a sickly green…and there were sharp serrated teeth in his mouth! This boy could not have been more than a few days old, and yet he was walking and scowling!
In his left hand was a bunched material, maybe one of her panties!
The expression on his face was a diabolical one and then he raised his right hand and pointed a pudgy index finger at her!
“Jesus, Jesus, Jesus…in the name of Jesus begone from here!” Nicole screamed with fright as tears fell down her face in torrents!
The baby boy walked calmly out of the room into the living-room!
In unison the crows took off from the bed and in single file flew out of the bedroom. The hissing snakes slithered off the bed and also massed up on the floor, hissing diabolically as they slithered toward the door.
Nicole remained on the bed weeping and shaking even long after they were gone! She forced herself to remain calm and not slip into hysterics as the horror tore her heart apart.
…Yaw, oh Yaw, where are you, my love? What is happening to you? I need you, my love, my darling…because we’re strong as one…oh Yaw, what evil is happening to you and being reflected in my life? Where are you, Yaw? Don’t let me die before you come looking for me…
Nicole Anderson slid off the bed and knelt beside it. She clamped her hands together in supplication and prayed fervently. After thirty minutes she became a little calm but she still shivered.
She stood up and pulled off the bedsheets and threw them on the floor together with the pillows. And then she took her phone and went to the comfortable sofa in one corner of the room and sat down.
Wiping tears off her face with her hand, she went through her contacts and called her father.
“Hello, my princess?” Paul Anderson answered promptly.
“Evil knocks at my door, Daddy,” she whispered forlornly as tears fell down her lovely cheeks again. “I’m terrified, Daddy. I’m so, so, so, in agony!”
“Hold on, my princess!” her father said calmly.
Esi had passed out and Yaw Boat lifted her into his arms when Paul Anderson and the two white men reached his side.
“Yaw,” Pastor Paul Anderson said warmly as he looked into the bleak face of the young handsome man in the moonlight. “We need to talk.”
“Stay away from me, old man,” Yaw Boat replied as he made to walk past them. “I ain’t interesting in anything you have to say.”
One of the white men whose hair was completely white and who looked older than the rest, scowled deeply and put a hand on Yaw Boat’s shoulder.
“You know how it goes, my son,” he said calmly. “We just didn’t appear her randomly in the middle of the night. The Lord of Hosts sent us to you.”
Yaw Boat glared at him fiercely and bitterly in the half-gloom.
“I didn’t hear His voice, mister!” he said bitterly. “I’ve gone past the time He sends people to me!”
“Nobody goes past Messengers from the Lord, kiddo,” said the third man in a gentle voice. “So, you better listen to us!”
“Oh, what?” Yaw Boat stopped and looked angrily at them. “Or He would take His gifts away from me? You think I give a fuck? Look at your bloody watches, goddamn to hell! At this hour ordinary people are asleep, do you hear me? But look at me, look at me, motherfucker! I’m here in the middle of a bloody unknown forest fighting crap from the land of the dark! He wants to take His gifts? Go ahead! He wants to kill me? Go right ahead! I’m bloody tired, so keep the fuck away from me, all of ya!”
He moved on furiously with Esi in his arms.
The two white men looked at each other with stunned expressions and with disbelief.
“My Lord!” the older man said. “Are you sure we’re with the right guy?”
“You saw him just dishing it to the Duke, Pastor Chekov,” said the other one with wonder. “It is him. It has always been him, the different Unblind. The Rebel!”
“Rebel, yes,” Pastor Anderson said with a little sigh as they followed Yaw Boat. “His calling has always been different, sir. His relationship with our Lord has always been different. Indeed, his ways are appalling, his words uncouth, his pride worse than I’ve ever known, bordering on the sinful. But…the Good Lord loves him.”
After almost thirty minutes they came out of the forest and Boat hesitated when he saw the two cars parked on the side of the road. Far away in the distance, he could see the gleaming lights of the town, and somewhere in there was his hotel.
He was a little tired from carrying Esi’s limp form all the way through the forest, and he was more than a bit grateful when she began to stir and when the pastors came behind him and one pressed a remote that opened the doors of one of the cars.
“You can put her right here, Mr. Boat,” said the younger of the three as he opened the back door of the car. “We’ll gladly drive you back to your hotel.”
“Thank you,” Boat said bleakly as he lowered Esi into the back seat and turned.
“We were told to come to you with clothes, Yaw,” Pastor Anderson said and held out a white shopping bag.
Yaw Boat became aware then that he was still naked, and he nodded gratefully and took the bag. There were jeans, boxers, T-shirt sneakers and a belt in the bag, and he smiled sardonically as he looked at Pastor Anderson.
“How’s Pastor Nana Amoah doing?” Yaw Boat asked softly.
“He’s alright,” Paul Anderson said with a chuckle.
“And I still think you’re a fucking fool, Yaw Boat,” came a croaky voice from behind him, and Yaw whirled with surprise and saw the back door of the other car opening, and old Nana Amoah stepping out and holding on tightly to his walking-stick.
Yaw Boat hesitated with shock and breathed suddenly with deep passion.
“Oh, shit!” he whispered tremulously as he moved forward, suddenly struck with a blast of emotions that took the wind out of his sails.
“And as uncouth as ever, you asshole!” the old pastor said, and his voice shook with tears and emotions too as he dropped the cane and embraced Yaw Boat warmly. “I missed you, son. I missed you so much.”
Yaw Boat nodded and hugged the old man, this man who had been a father and a mentor, and the first to open his eyes to the real life and toils of an Unblind, and helped him defeat that vindictive horde of demons known as the Legend.
Paul Anderson had a call then, spoke shortly, and then he parted Yaw Boat on the shoulder.
Boat turned with his arm still around old Nana Amoah.
“Nicole, Yaw,” Paul Anderson said softly.
A look of pure torture crossed Boat’s face as he shook his head and imperceptively moved away from the phone.
“Don’t be a fool, boy!” old Nana Amoah said. “Take the phone!”
“She’s in trouble, Yaw,” Paul Anderson said. “Said evil found her. She’s shattered!”
And, hearing Nicole was in trouble, Yaw Boat reached out and took the phone.
“Nic,” Yaw Boat whispered, and he heard her startle and gasp at the end of the line, and his heart broke because he knew the pain and agony he had given her all these months.
“Yaw!” Nicole whispered, and she was lost as the tears of pain and agony fell down her face as she wept bitterly, painfully. “Yaw! You have killed my soul!”
And that brought tears to the young man’s eyes…tears that spilled down his cheeks unheeded in the dark.
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