James Hackett

With Rhonda on a hard study vibes, Keston and Kayla decide to go find Bois on their own. This undertaking, however, may prove to be serious trouble. With four more weeks to the Graduation event(*) things are really starting to heat up…

Kayla was on her belly trying to peer down inside of a hole that yawned at Keston from inside the crypt. Keston was appalled at the sight.

“What it is you think you doing?” he asked.

“What?” Kayla replied. She didn’t not hear him as she was trying to look further inside.

“You know how much vagrants and thing does be inside of here?”

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Last week: Staying true to her curse the Soucouyant had captured another child of the future. But as she will realise she is not the only supernatural force vying for souls of the youth.

Rhonda hurriedly slammed her book-bag on her bed before taking up some of her notes and a copybook to head back to the library. “You not eating anything girl.” her mother shouted out the door after her. Rhonda was already half way down the street. The girl took her usual shortcut through the cemetery.  In Rhonda’s path an old woman was sitting, in the shade of a tall Silk cotton tree at the centre of the cemetery. Rhonda was usually well mannered and would have told the woman good afternoon had she noticed her but she was in a hurry.

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Previously: Whilst Rhonda and the others make plans to search for Papa Bois, the Soucouyant have started to make plans of her own.

Adrian stood outside the building, a big Georgian style house. It was late evening and everything was beginning to change appearance, contrasting to their diurnal bearing. He held the card in his hand, having been kicked out his home he needed money. He got this job offer, an easy one; he had to make some old woman happy.

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When last we heard, Keston and Kayla were pondering possible solutions to get rid of Redman and the other creatures of the night who had mysteriously resurfaced. A new girl called Rhonda offers a solution, after their teacher refuses to accept that jumbies exist….

There was an old story told where Alwin caught a soucouyant sucking blood from his daughter. He immediately raised alarm chasing the creature into the night. Hearing his cries, other villagers joined the chase. Alwin found the soucouyant’s decrepit house at the edge of the village and immediately set it ablaze. As the old shack burned, the creature (realising that she would not be able to get her displaced skin) cursed the villagers. Deceit in her eyes, the creature fled, her awesome flames lighting up the night sky. All the villagers decided to forget that night hoping that it would be lost in time.

One villager however did not forget the threat and he taught his daughter about it as she grew up. He armed her with the knowledge of self and strength of spirit to deal with the Soucouyant’s evil when next it came…

“And that girl was my mother,” said Rhonda, ending her story. Read More

Last Episode: …Barely escaping with their lives, Keston and Kayla witness the unique and bizarre departure of the Posse.

The heat was taking its effect on the classroom; children were restless and talked aimlessly among themselves. Redman, in his usual spot at the back of the classroom, casually took his feet off the desk and stood. His hand craftily twisted his hair into dreaded knots. Trying to maintain their students neatly combed hair gave the teachers no end of trouble. “Sir I need to go to the toilet,” he said, approaching Mr Sunny. He was ignored. Mr. Sunny was new to the school but he had already heard countless tales in the staff-room about the delinquent child. He gave his answer without turning. “Sit down boy!” The boy walked closer, his hands pleading. “But sir ah…” He was not allowed time to finish. “But nothing! Sit down and cool it!”

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Keston was waiting for his friend Kayla on the promenade, deciding that the girl was late, he left to take a walk and cool his head from exam stress. Doing this he met some of the Bad Johns from school and realised that they were more than just bad seeds. Kayla caught up with him just in time to help him escape their clutches. They dashed away from the Bad John crew, and the story continues as they  attempt to make their escape…

“Run Kes!”

Kayla was in front and Keston kept trying to keep pace. Apparently she had more boy days than he did. They dashed across the street, cars screeching and horns blaring in their wake. An irate driver threw curses out his window.

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Other than the obvious fact that it is darker than the day, there is always a different quality to the night. Its energy… it is mysterious and powerful. On this particular night, a different power is out–woman power.

The scene is a trendy local nightclub, the place packed with a who’s who of the nation’s misguided youth -the hip, the socialites, the rich and the soon-to-be famous. It is Friday, and the end of the week lends an extra bit of festiveness to the atmosphere, intoxicating the spirits of the partygoers.

Adding a special touch to the evening are three young ladies. Sexy, mysterious and deliciously tempting they strut into the club like they own the place. They are obviously not regulars, and their presence causes a stir among the males. As if drawn to a magnet, heads swing in their direction as they saunter across to a dimly lit corner of the packed dance floor.
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