In a coffin on the rugged floor of an uncompleted building David lay, sleeping peacefully. Around his coffin Awiti and a swarm of th...
In a coffin on the rugged floor of an uncompleted building David lay, sleeping peacefully. Around his coffin Awiti and a swarm of the dead congregated, preparing to serve Don Vetolas their final attack. To Awiti and the army of the dead she led the ring of king Dynas must be retrieved and destroyed and the descendants of the callous king Dynas wiped out, just like they swore to decades ago.
In a church, Martha and a band of prayer warriors took their positions to pray David, her husband, free from the clutches of darkness which held him bound.
In Don Vetolas’ mansion a company of witch doctors performed rituals and made incantations to repair the wall against death which had kept the descendants of king Dynas from death and the wrath of the thousand dead which king Dynas sacrificed.
In her room upstairs Margaret stood and fixed her gaze on the bloody vision on the wall of her room. As she beheld the vision of her family members being torn to shreds by the army of the dead, her eyes began to shed blood. Since it all began, she had made no effort to between her and the dead; but this time little Margaret will try. Even it meant death she would happily die to save her father and siblings. Her intention was to make use of her shrill little voice with which the dead spoke doom into her family. Her only weapon was her strong will. She stood holding her teddy bear firmly and ready to speak her own doom to the dead.
Don Vetolas who was barely fit for what was coming, lamely installed himself in an arm chair and watched as the company of witch doctors he had invited did their work. On his left index finger was the ring of his ancestor, king Dynas. As the witch doctors performed their abominable sacrifices which involved human blood, an ominous wind began to blow and a veil of darkness began to spread itself over Don Vetolas’ mansion. The wind and the darkness had nothing to do with the work of the witch doctors. The wind and the darkness were sings that Awiti and the thousand dead had arrived to pay their last visit to the descendants of king Dynas.
Far away Martha and the prayer warriors were getting high with praying. To a novice, they were getting nowhere with their prayers. But the truth was that they were only just beginning. Commands were given in the name of Jesus for powers of darkness which held David to release him. As the prayers got intense, David stirred in the coffin like a man having a sweet dream just before dawn. The power of the prayers was kicking in. Awiti could tell some form of greater power was slowly taking over David, making it difficult for them to use him as they had all along. Realizing they might completely be shut out of David’s spirit, Awiti and her kind swopped upon the descendants of king Dynas and the witch doctors. The witch doctors were the first to go. In a stunning fashion, the thousand dead took them out and painted the ground with their blood. All over Don Vetolas’ mansion, horror shrieks were heard as limbs, arms and heads flew off into the air.
There was a little secret which gave Don Vetolas hope that perhaps the ring of king Dynas might save them. He was determined to try it that day. Knowing that in a little while all of them would lie dead on the ground, Don Vetolas removed the ring of king Dynas on his left index finger and threw it into the pool of blood on the ground where he crouched. In that very instance, circular waves of luminous lines exploded in the air and all went silent. Don Vetolas had succeeded in repairing the wall against death. He had connected to the secret power of the ring. To sustain the power of the ring, king Dynas daily dipped the ring in blood and by so doing kept the ring powerful and effective against death and the anger of those with whose blood the wall against death was built. Don Vetolas was stunned by what happened as the ring lay in a pool of blood. To his surprise, the ring sucked in all the blood around it and began to glow like the fire in which the thousand dead were sacrificed. Picking up the ring, Don Vetolas slipped it back on his left index finger and began to shout orders at the thousand dead. He thought that would work and there was no time to think it through.
At the church Martha and the prayer warriors had reached the peak of power in prayer; and so things began to happen. Like a man waking up from his bed in the morning, David yawned and flicked his eyes open. Finding himself in a coffin in an uncompleted building he jumped out, yelled fearfully and ran out of the building. The spell over him had been broken and the thousand dead forced out of him. David could remember some of the things he was used to do by Awiti. As he ran away from the uncompleted building, he wondered how he was set free. He remembered watching a bloody battle before everything went blank and he woke up.
Don Vetolas was happy that finally he had sent the thousand dead packing without giving them the ring of king Dynas. However he was wrong, up in Margaret’s room another host had been found. Like gazelles the descendants of king Dynas fled Don Vetolas mansion and the shrieks and slaughter began again. Don Vetolas was confused and wondered what could have gone wrong. The ring on his finger burned him with a different intensity which almost sucked out his life. He had to remove it from his finger and threw it away. Just immediately Awiti appeared beside the ring, picked it up and disappeared. She wasn’t meant to touch the ring without feeling hurt; but she did and felt no hurt. Don Vetolas knew something was wrong. That which he did not know was that the thousand dead had found a host amongst the descendants of king Dynas and therefore had crossed the wall against death which he repaired. He was left with no option than to abandon his mansion and run for dear life. Hobbling in pain he entered one of his cars and sped off; heading for the exit gate of the mansion.
On the floor of her room little Margaret lay and dreamt about all that happened to her family members. She was waiting to resist the thousand dead when they bring their visions of doom; instead they used her dead mother’s voice to enter her spirit. Once the thousand dead entered her, the ring of king Dynas became useless and so was the wall against death. In their sworn vengeance, the thousand dead slaughtered every descendant of king Dynas and then played with Don Vetolas. They absolutely forgot that one descendant of king Dynas was alive, the one whose spirit they possessed to unleash their rage that day. Don Vetolas sped in his car to get away, unaware that he was not the one driving his car. When he got to the gate of the mansion, his car turned by its own accord and began to head back to his mansion. He yelled and hit is car, applied the brake to stop it but it would not stop. He tried to open the car door to jump out but the door would not open. The car continued to speed until it rammed into one part of the mansion and came to a halt. Inside the car Don Vetolas’ headless body fountained blood to the roof of the shattered vehicle. His head lay on the back seat with the mouthing yawning emptily. Having done their business, Awiti and the thousand dead blew into the air like dust and vanished.
At home Martha lay on her bed exhausted after marathon prayers with the prayer warriors. While she lay on her bed she heard a gentle continuous rap on the door to the apartment. Lazily she dragged herself out of bed and went to get the door. When she opened it, David was standing by the door grinning happily. She jumped on him and began to shed tears of joy.
At Don Vetolas’ mansion, little Margaret woke up to the sound of nothing. Picking her teddy bear she let herself out of her room and quietly made her way downstairs. On her way down she saw torn members of her extended family; at the main entrance door to the mansion, she saw her brother and sister lying dead. Her chest threatened to burst out of its cage and so she pressed her teddy bear against it. She was afraid to cry out loud lest she draw the thousand dead her way. When she stepped outside, there was nothing. Turning to her right she saw a part of her father’s mansion had been torn down so she pussy-footed to go she what it was. When she got close enough and looked into the damaged car, what she saw made her heart to freeze. She could not keep herself from crying; she yelled and began to run toward the gate in hope that she might find help outside. When she got to the gate, Awiti appeared and stood in front of her. Margaret stopped in her tracks looking petrified; digging her nails into her teddy bear she began to retrace her step…
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