Chapter 3

I had to find out if the boy was the monster's prey? Where did the child come from also there was also where did the wives, go? I was afraid of what we were
delving into. The boy was a puzzle that I could not find an answer to, where he had come from? Who was he?

      Jacob was looking at the two of us, who had exited the bed room, he looked confused and frightened, and I looked at him with apprehension growing in his breast. He screamed, “What have you done?"

      "I think, I saved your lad's life. “I replied, I did not know as to why he was acting this way. Whatever that was, that had gotten into the room with the lad.

     "What do you mean, you saved his life?"

      "The monster left the room is what I mean!" I exclaimed to him drawing closer to him. The boy looked stricken with fear that held him fast.

      Jacob looked at his lad, and said, “We must recreate the ritual for him to be truly saved."

      The lad had not as of yet, uttered a word, looked at Jacob with fear filling his soul, there had to be a reason for this, but what? I did not know the answer to this query that my mind had made no sense of. The lad was crying as though absolutely horrified by what Jacob suggested to us.

    "Leave now, before I lose all sense of reason and destroy you." Jacob warned, as he eased back on the hammer of his carbine and pointed my way, I barely heard the audible click of the trigger being locked in place.

       I turned and ran out the door. Jumped into my car drove as though the hounds of hell were upon me. I did not know what I had done. I was afraid, I would soon find out.

      The being whose hands were as hot as an inferno stayed within the recesses of my mind, I was afraid of it. I had to know more about it, but from where would I find it. The Indian’s of the region steered clear of this community it was as though they had done something so greatly disturbing that they were afraid to speak of it.

       I needed to find a shaman to talk to about it. There was a reserve where the native Indians lived not exactly far from here. They lived there, but they were not content to be there, they looked upon the whites as disdain and distemper filled our souls. There was gate to keep us out, or so I had been told by a young colleague told me.

 

     It looked like a prison, without stone walls, just instead of that a fence. That had bobbed wire strewn across the top of it. The road I was on was gravel; it looked as though they had never thought to pave it.  I did not know as to who to address, there were bungalows and a huge house in the middle of the community. This house might be their school, or might not.

     I got out of the car to see, if I could see the shaman, a woman a little smaller than I approached the car; she was dressed in a blouse and jeans. She looked at me, as saw the tape recorder in my hands. There was a look of dread in her eyes now.

     A man walked towards me, looked frightened, by my appearance inside their community, he stopped as I completely emerged from the car. Saying, “We did not ask you to come!"

      "I am Jericho Meteast, I work for the Tribe>"

      "I do not care you, who you are? You should simply get in your car and turn around and leave."

      "I want to know about the community of Innsmouth?" I suggested trying to claim their fears.

      "Why do you speak of that...” the woman stopped and spat on the earth beside my shoed foot,

       She did not appear to be in anyway happy about this, I wondered why? In any way they seemed even more hostile now, that I had mentioned the community.   From what I understood. The loss of land had been the crux for many a disdain from the whites about their losing it. I was not a part of the government or the authorities. I knew that some of us had come in here and did things that they did not like.  However I was not one of these people was I?

        Whatever they knew, they were afraid of us, this I knew. I handed the male my wallet, and told him to take as much of the money as he liked. They could use it for whatever they desired.

        The woman asked, “Will you sign a document a testing to this statement?"

       "Yes, I will." I suggested, as I did as they asked.

        "Well, Jericho.  If I have got your name right? What do you wish to know?" he led me to a house, from which there rose smoke from its chimney. The house looked a little better than the others here.

         I followed the man inside; the house had a huge window in the room that served as it living room. There was a computer whose monitor was lit up, showing the front gate through which I had come.  Beside the monitor was a TV, a sofa and three chairs a cup was smoking, there were two others there. The coffee table had on it, an ashtray

With one lit cigar resting in it. 

     The man sat down, the woman headed into the kitchen in search of something, I did not know what she was looking for, I might find out some answers to this query. He indicated that I should join him there.

     I did as he indicated. Sitting down.

    'Do you know a JACOB?"

   "I know of a Jacob, why do you ask?"

   'It seems his son has a medical condition."

   "That is his problem!"

    "Jacob relies upon a being whose hands are as hot as an inferno,” I suggested, hoping to allow them to sympathize with me over him.

    "We warned them, but they did not heed the warning!" the woman stated as she returned to the living room.

      "Jacob cannot.  No will not be saved from his wrong doings in this matter! He was warned time and time again." The woman declared as if there was nothing more to be said or done for that matter.        Jacob was looking at the two of us, who had exited the bed room, he looked confused and frightened, and I looked at him with apprehension growing in his breast. He screamed, “What have you done?"

      "I think, I saved your lad's life. “I replied, I did not know as to why he was acting this way. Whatever that was, that had gotten into the room with the lad.

     "What do you mean, you saved his life?"

      "The monster left the room is what I mean!" I exclaimed to him drawing closer to him. The boy looked stricken with fear that held him fast.

      Jacob looked at his lad, and said, “We must recreate the ritual for him to be truly saved."

      The lad had not as of yet, uttered a word, looked at Jacob with fear filling his soul, there had to be a reason for this, but what? I did not know the answer to this query that my mind had made no sense of. The lad was crying as though absolutely horrified by what Jacob suggested to us.

    "Leave now, before I lose all sense of reason and destroy you." Jacob warned, as he eased back on the hammer of his carbine and pointed my way, I barely heard the audible click of the trigger being locked in place.

       I turned and ran out the door. Jumped into my car drove as though the hounds of hell were upon me. I did not know what I had done. I was afraid, I would soon find out.

      The being whose hands were as hot as an inferno stayed within the recesses of my mind, I was afraid of it. I had to know more about it, but from where would I find it. The Indian’s of the region steered clear of this community it was as though they had done something so greatly disturbing that they were afraid to speak of it.

       I needed to find a shaman to talk to about it. There was a reserve where the native Indians lived not exactly far from here. They lived there, but they were not content to be there, they looked upon the whites as disdain and distemper filled our souls. There was gate to keep us out, or so I had been told by a young colleague told me.

 

     It looked like a prison, without stone walls, just instead of that a fence. That had bobbed wire strewn across the top of it. The road I was on was gravel; it looked as though they had never thought to pave it.  I did not know as to who to address, there were bungalows and a huge house in the middle of the community. This house might be their school, or might not.

     I got out of the car to see, if I could see the shaman, a woman a little smaller than I approached the car; she was dressed in a blouse and jeans. She looked at me, as saw the tape recorder in my hands. There was a look of dread in her eyes now.

     A man walked towards me, looked frightened, by my appearance inside their community, he stopped as I completely emerged from the car. Saying, “We did not ask you to come!"

      "I am Jessie Meteast, I work for the Tribe>"

      "I do not care you, who you are? You should simply get in your car and turn around and leave."

      "I want to know about the community of Peekalu?" I suggested trying to claim their fears.

      "Why do you speak of that...” the woman stopped and spat on the earth beside my shoed foot,

       She did not appear to be in anyway happy about this, I wondered why? In any way they seemed even more hostile now, that I had mentioned the community.   From what I understood. The loss of land had been the crux for many a disdain from the whites about their losing it. I was not a part of the government or the authorities. I knew that some of us had come in here and did things that they did not like.  However I was not one of these people was I?

        Whatever they knew, they were afraid of us, this I knew. I handed the male my wallet, and told him to take as much of the money as he liked. They could use it for whatever they desired.

        The woman asked, “Will you sign a document a testing to this statement?"

       "Yes, I will." I suggested, as I did as they asked.

        "Well, Jessie.  If I have got your name right? What do you wish to know?" he led me to a house, from which there rose smoke from its chimney. The house looked a little better than the others here.

         I followed the man inside; the house had a huge window in the room that served as it living room. There was a ham radio.  It was on.  Beside the radio was a TV, a sofa and three chairs a cup was smoking, there were two others there. The coffee table had on it, an ashtray

With one lit cigar resting in it. 

     The man sat down, the woman headed into the kitchen in search of something, I did not know what she was looking for, I might find out some answers to this query. He indicated that I should join him there.

     I did as he indicated. Sitting down.

    'Do you know a JACOB?"

   "I know of a Jacob, why do you ask?"

   'It seems his son has a medical condition."

   "That is his problem!"

    "Jacob relies upon a being whose hands are as hot as an inferno,” I suggested, hoping to allow them to sympathize with me over him.

    "We warned them, but they did not heed the warning!" the woman stated as she returned to the living room.

      "Jacob cannot.  No will not be saved from his wrong doings in this matter! He was warned time and time again." The woman declared as if there was nothing more to be said or done for that matter.       

      

The End

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