The time is decadent. People were more lax about politics and the emphasis from day to day is more about who you know and how you look. Rhonda sat reading the newspapers, fidgeting. She would fix her glasses, tug at her clothes and keep the newspaper leaves inline as she turned the pages.
“You gonna go crazy one of these days you know.”
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