Image Source: myrhodetrips.com When Don Vetolas’ friends arrived, he requested that they be allowed to see him. For about an hou...
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When Don Vetolas’ friends arrived, he requested that they be allowed to see him. For about an hour they communed with him in his hospital room. He wanted their help desperately and they would give it gladly. He gave them permission to leave with Margaret and go meet some people whom he was told could ascertain what had taken her over. His instruction to them was that if the spirit in her could not be stopped from prophesying doom against his family, then they should kill the girl. With Margaret in their possession, they left to see the company of prophets, a fetish group who used diabolic means to solve people’s problems. For hours the company of prophets labored to find out how Margaret was able to prophesy the things she did and the power which fulfilled her prophecy. They could not get to the spirits behind her new bizarre gift of prophecy, but they however saw a man lying in a hospital. They described the man and the hospital in which he was to Don Vetolas’ friends, and asked that the man be brought to them. With the man they were sure they could find out how he was able to send prophesies to Margaret. They also thought that it would be wrong to kill Margaret since what often took her over could possibly jump from her to another person, and so they saved the girl’s life. When they returned to Don, he was happy that they had made some head way. He sent his boys, armed to the teeth, to the hospital to fetch the sick man who was sending his daughter the prophesies which rocked his home.
Before Don’s boys could arrive at the hospital, David’s wife, Martha, had come with her relatives to move David away from the hospital to a spiritual home where she believed David could be prayed out of his condition. However when she arrived, there was no sign of David at the hospital. The nurses who attended to him swore on their lives that David was on his bed moments before Martha and her relatives arrived. The story they told Martha wasn’t pleasant to her ears and so she left to invite the police into the matter. She wanted them to explain to her and the police how her husband who had been in coma for some time could wake up and walked out of the hospital without anyone seeing him. Before Martha could return, Don Vetola’s boys arrived at the hospital bearing guns. A few shots in the air did the job of scattering the people at the hospital and they moved in straight to David’s hospital room. Inside the hospital room, they found no one. The sick man was gone, they seized a few nurses they could find hiding in toilets and under hospital beds and questioned them about David’s whereabouts. The nurses narrated to them that he had simply gone missing and that his family might be on their way with the police to arrest the hospital management over the missing man. The boys didn’t like the involvement of the police in the matter and so they released the nurses and ran out of the hospital. Outside they ran into a few police men and so shot sporadically to scare them away. Their plan worked and they got away. When the nurses in the hospital explained to the police that the hoodlums who just left the hospital came looking for David, Martha thought her world had come to an end.
Though the police left with some management staff of the hospital for questioning, the presence of those boys at the hospital left everyone confused as to what was actually happening. When Don Vetolas’ boys returned to him, they told everything as it went down at the hospital. Don was unhappy that they could not reach the man before he went missing. Again he sent his friend to the company of prophets to find out where the mystery sick man at the hospital had gone to. While the company of prophets consulted their several oracles, Margaret’s second prophecy of began in earnest. Because of Margaret’s second prophecy, Don Vetolas asked his siblings to move into his mansion. He felt they would be secure there. Even if he had not, they still would have come running to his mansion. They had much faith in him and felt protected around him. They were all inside the mansion, including Margaret and the other children of Don Vetolas. Don was the only one at the hospital by then. The guards outside held their guns as though they could stop a spiritual attack if one came and Don Vetolas’ dogs prowled around the large compound. Upstairs Margaret lay on her bed and shut her eyes, she was afraid to speak of what she had seen because of how everyone thought she was a witch. On the walls of her room, she saw blood flowing down; she wanted to shout, but was too afraid to do that. Had she shouted or had they made her feel loved, perhaps some who died that day would not have. Down stairs, two children of Salome were playing with a football in the living room. Their mother didn’t want them to play outside; she was too afraid to let them out of her sight. Her other relatives were in their different rooms with their families afraid as well. When Salome stood up to go to check her food in the kitchen, her two children sneaked out of the living room to play football outside. Happily they bounced their ball on the ground and went after it. Don Vetola’s Alsatian dogs, three in number, barked at the children.
There was nothing friendly about their barks. The guards starred at the dogs for a moment and turned their attention to other things. The dogs knew the children and played with them every day, so they could not have meant to harm. The children played on and ignored the dogs. The dogs did not bark again, and when they sprang from where they squatted and went after the children, the guards didn’t notice. They and those inside the mansion were startled with the shrill voice of the two boys yelling for help. The dogs had gone bananas; they gored and tore the children apart. Their throat, their groin and intestines were torn. On the ground they lay and stared emptily into nothing. The guards were too late, but they had to do something, so not to look being lame at their job. They shot at the dogs, but the dos turned on them. Out of the mansion people filled out to know what had happened to the children whose voice they heard calling for help. As they filled out, the rain of bullets from the guards who were under dog attack, mowed them down. By the time the dogs were subdued; eleven people were lying dead in their pool of blood. At where the two children of Salome lay, she squatted and wailed. Just like Margaret had said in her prophecy, Salome was covered with their blood like she had a bath with it. That day, Don Vetolas’ four siblings died, two sisters and two brothers. He also lost two nephews and two nieces. Three of the guards were also torn to death by the rabid dogs. Everyone without doubt knew something had taken over those dogs and attacked the descendants of king Dynas.
Up in her room, Margaret buried herself under her bedcover and held her pillow tightly. Crying silently she began to recite Psalm 91, her mother’s favourite Psalm, “He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress; my God, in Him I will trust. Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the perilous pestilence. He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you shall take refuge; His truth shall be your shield and buckler. You shall not be afraid of the terror by night, nor of the arrow that flies by day, nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness, nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday...” Don Vetolas’ world came tumbling down when he heard of the disaster which befell his family. Painfully he wished he could get off his hospital bed and do some things by himself. Though he couldn’t understand how swiftly his family and its extended tentacles could be cut down. He had no proof to it, but he felt the thousand dead his ancestor sacrificed to ward off death from his family were behind the wave of attacks upon them. They had found a way to cancel out the effect of the ring of king Dynas and made his descendants easy prey. He was a tough man who rarely showed his fear, but as he lay on that bed, he wondered when his own life would be snuffed out by the forces which had risen against his family. A week after the disaster, the company of prophets paid him a visit at the hospital with some pieces of information about the attacks and his ancestor, king Dynas… Story Continues…
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