Image Source: myrodetrips.com “This is not the work of the thousand dead your ancestor sacrificed. I fear that it is something ...
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“This is not the work of the thousand dead your ancestor sacrificed. I fear that it is something different. And if they are behind this, then they have aligned themselves with new forces,” said the occult seer. “Like I told you, she mentioned king Dynas fire in the morning. The thousand dead are the only once my ancestor burned in fire,” responded Don Vetolas. “Give me the girl.” Don Vetolas handed Margaret to the seer. The seer put his ring-filled right hand on her forehead and shut his eyes. He waited for some long time and them removed his hand from her forehead and opened his eyes. “The much I can tell now is that your daughter is not bewitched. What is using her only comes and goes. It is not in her. I think keeping your wife from burning in fire should be the priority now. I have a talisman which wards of the spirit of fire. It is very powerful; she must always wear it around her neck or better still her waist. With it, fire will have no power over her.” The seer set Margaret down on the floor and left to go fetch the talisman. Don Vetolas sat beside his wife and cuddled her tenderly, and gently assured her, “You will not burn in fire. The prophet has the solution. What would I do without you?” When the prophet returned he handed Nyesom the talisman and asked her to go to the rest room and wear it around her waist. Of course she was afraid to go back there and so her husband accompanied her. Though her husband was there with her, she was still afraid. She fidgeted so terribly that her husband her to put the talisman around her waist by himself and helped her get in her clothes. Deeply she cried on her husband’s shoulder, “I saw myself burn in fire. It was real; and when Margaret told me I would burn in fire I just knew it will happen. Honey, I don’t want to burn in fire.” “You won’t burn in any fire! Never! You are protected now!”
With their confidence resting on the talisman given to them and the words of the seer, they got in their vehicle and drove off. They had hardly driven for twenty minutes when Margaret told her father that she would like to get off their SUV. “Maggie why do you want to get off of our car?” her father asked. Again Margaret clenched her teeth and balled her fists so tightly that one would have thought she was about to have epileptic seizure. Her father tried to convince her to stay on the car; but she bluntly refused saying, “No! No! No! No!” like she was singing a song. Don Vetolas for a moment actually thought his daughter was in one of her playful moods. As they drove on, Margaret yelled so loud that everyone in the SUV was shaken. Margaret lunged to her left side and tried to yank the car door open. Don Vetolas had to restrain her. “Let me out of the car! Let men out!” Margaret shouted further. “Stop the car driver!” Don Vetolas shouted to the driver. “Take her away! Take her away! She is possessed!” Nyesom shouted to her husband. The driver applied the break and their car screeched on the hard tar and slowly skidded of the road. Not a few on-lookers stopped to see what was wrong with the black SUV as it got off the road. Margaret jumped on her father and yanked the car door open and leapt out of the car. As soon as she got to the ground, she took off and ran very far from their car. There she stood and surprised further by shouting, “Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah! Mommy get out of the car! Get out now!” Don Vetolas ignored his daughter’s warning and left his wife in the car and instead went after Margaret, thinking she was losing her mind. In the car Nyesom cried bitterly, “Oh God my daughter now has a demon! Driver I don’t want her back in this car! Drive me home! They should take a taxi home.” The driver obeyed her and turned the SUV back on the road and drove off.
From where she stood, Margaret shouted, “Mommy no! No! Come out mommy!” She tried to run after the car, but her father grabbed her wondering what had come over his daughter. Margaret fought hard to break loose with strength far beyond a nine year old girl. Don Vetolas held her firmly. Then he heard a deafening boom sound; he lifted his head and saw the burnet of his SUV flying in the air while the car kept speeding. The driver tried to turn it off the road and luckily rammed it into a mango tree by the road side and the car came to a halt. As if a C4 was detonated in the SUV, it exploded with a giant fire. Don Vetolas and Margaret ran like sprinters to go save Nyesom. Before they could reach the burning vehicle, Nyesom staggered out of the car burning like a house on fire. She burnt from head to toes in a mammoth fire which enveloped her. She wallowed desperately, trying to peel herself from the fire, but there was no stopping it. Then the driver rolled out of the burning car without a single fire on him and coughing desperately. When Margaret got close to her burning mother, she cried so bitterly that the hardest of hearts would have melted on the spot, and collapsed. Her father jumped over her, pulled out his shirt and tried to beat out the fire on his wife. But in the most shocking event of his life, the fire on his wife raised itself and took his shirt from him and spread over him like a storm. Turning away, Don Vetolas ran as fast as he could, peeling of his clothes as the fire enveloped him. The sight was bizarre and surreal. A group of young men went after him with wrappers and buckets of water and fought the fire off him. By now he had been badly burnt on his back and arms; his miniature afro hair-cut turned to a clean shave with some of his scalp burnt as well.
On the ground Nyesom lay like a burnt log of wood. Passers-by fought had to extinguish the fire on her, but by then Nyesom was long gone. While many others worked hard to save Nyesom, a few women took Margaret to the nearest hospital they could find. Later her father and the driver were rushed to the same hospital. Three days later Margaret who had been in coma stirred up in the morning with another prophetic doom concerning the descendants of king Dynas. “The house of Dynas shall be devoured like the beasts of the field tear their prey! The high and mighty in their midst shall crouch on their knees and beg for their lives like the slaves of king Dynas. Salome shall bathe herself with the blood of her loved ones!” Her eyes stopped burning and she sank back to her bed and slept on. While she prophesied, her little shrill voice resonated through the ward where she was being attended to. Her father’s sister, Salome, who heard the prophecy went white with shock and ran to break the bad news to her brother, Don Vetolas. Nurses tried to restrain her from getting to Don Vetolas, but she bulldozed her way through them. Salome was a plump and agile woman. Before she could reach Don, he had already heard her voice. When she ran into his hospital room, she wailed, “Don! Don!! There is another prophecy! The little witch has spoken again!” Nurses crowded around Salome to move her out of the hospital room, but she dug her feet in; Don had to wave at them to let her be. “What did she say?” “She said that we shall be devoured like the beasts of the field and that I shall bathe myself in the blood of my loved ones! Hey! Hey!! Oh God save me! Save my family! Who is doing this to us?!”
Don having seen his daughter’s first prophecy come to pass with amazing swiftness, knew he had to do something about the new one. The seer he went to earlier could not help him; so he knew he had to find another person who could help him. The anti-fire talisman the seer gave him was of no use to them; it actually burnt along with Nyesom. The problem was not that the seer was not powerful, but that what was after them was far more powerful than the seer could handle. Don Vetolas sent Salome to go call one of his guards. Crying like a little baby, Salome left his hospital room to go call the guard. When the guard came in, Don instructed him to go bring some of his friends to the hospital. He was determined to contend with whatever had staged war against his family and had already taken his wife from him and had him burnt in some parts of his body. As he seethed with anger he wondered whether he should tell his guards to go drag his daughter out of her hospital bed and shoot her. Meanwhile Martha, David’s wife had begun to see David in her dreams pleading with her to wake him up from coma, “Honey Awiti and her kind are using me to do things that are horrible. Please! Please find a way to wake me up! I want to wake up! I don’t want to help Awiti and the dead anymore.” The problem was that Martha did not know who Awiti was. But she figured it must be the ghost who took them down to the burning pit during the time of king Dynas. Martha knew she had to wake her husband from his coma even though she didn’t know how to do it and was afraid of the woman in glowing silk material; She had seen her angry before. Story Continues…
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