The Second Sight – Episode 10

THE SECOND SIGHT EPISODE 10

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SCAREDY BOY
Location: STREETS

There is a sharp rap on his window, and he swivels round, a cry of fear escaping through his mouth, his eyes wide with terror.

A traffic police officer is bent, looking in at him, his face irritated.

Wrapped tightly around the policeman’s shoulders, holding on with casual relaxation, is a whitish-grey demon with eyes as white and transparent as snow but with tiny creeping shades in them. Its tongue is a long, snake-like object that is stuck way up the left nostril of the cop.

The sight is so ugly, so fearful, that Boat feels his stomach heaving with vomit.

The policeman wrenches Boat’s car door open, his face angry.

Boat leans out, and his vomit spews out in a wild flow.

The policeman jumps back with a curse.

Boat’s vomit misses the cop’s shirt but not his boots, glistening with fresh polish.

A sizeable vomit made up of tea and undigested toast lands on the policeman’s boot. The cop’s nose wrinkles with distaste and anger.

POLICEMAN

(bellowing)

You f****ng drunk, sir? Please step out of the car right now!

There is a short black club at his waist, and he pulls it out and takes a step forward. He reaches inside to take the car’s key from the ignition.

Boat rears back against the seat and kicks out with his left foot. The cop is caught unawares, but he has the instincts of a leopard and tries to jump back.

Boat’s foot slams into his knee. He yelps with pain and sits down, his hand instinctively reaching for his holstered gun now.

Boat turns the key, and the engine bursts into life.

His is face screwed up with fear, and he engages the reverse gear and backs off the street lamp. He swings the steering-wheel violently, and the tires scream with desperate agony, and then he engages the DRIVE gear, slams the car unto the road and speeds down the street as if the devil is after me.

In the driving mirror he sees the policeman standing awkwardly, his gun drawn, and speaking into a walkie-talkie frantically.

Boat doesn’t care about the fact that the cop is calling other cops and giving them his licence plate number, and that soon he might have other police troopers chasing him.

He just wants to get away, far away, where I can’t see those evil and scary demons, somewhere he will be safe, where his poor eyes will get a much needed respite.

But as he speeds, flooring the accelerator, causing the damaged car to leap forward, he realizes one thing: he just cannot run from them … nor hide from them.

Wherever he turns they are ahead of him.

They are having a free rein in town, diving in and out of cars, riding on hoods, smashing into people and disappearing into them.

One gigantic three-headed creature suddenly bursts out of the street and speeds towards Boat’s windscreen, all three heads elongating straight at him.

One of its head has the face of a shrivelled woman with a gaping hole in its throat.

The middle face has one large multi-coloured eye in the middle where a nose should have been, and although it has a nose-like structure just below that eye, it has no mouth.

The third head is the most vicious, the most violent, and the most evil that Boat has seen so far. It is the face of a demon with a high forehead, bulging, deep sockets into which the eyes are sunk; its eyes are red orbs of manic hatred that could have frozen the heart of an ogre.

Yaw Boat is aware that he is screaming, that his foot is pressing the accelerator down with fear-factor reflex, that his screams are deafening even in his own ears.

The demon smashes into his car, filling it, sails over him, goes right through him and then Boat’s car smashes into the back of a Volkswagen Beetle, sending it careening off the street into the path of an approaching truck.

The truck driver has no option than to spin his wheel instinctively in a bid to avoid hitting the Volkswagen.

The truck, horns blaring, ploughs into the front of a supermarket, breaking glass and sending screaming people fleeing.

Boat is still speeding.

He just can’t stop.

Life is taking a turn into an abnormality.

He doesn’t know how long he kept on driving that battered car along the streets of Accra.

Finally he gets to a place where there are far less traffic, far less people, and far less evil creatures.

He pulls off the street, stops, throws open his door, and leans out, keeping his face down so that he won’t have to look up to see any more evil, and then he dry-retches a couple of minutes.

His body begins to shake unbearably as he fights to remain calm and keep his sanity.

This horror is beyond him. He knows that he is walking a fine thin line between madness and sanity.

He can’t take it anymore. His brain will snap very soon if he doesn’t get any respite, and he will be a drooling vegetable before the day is over.

He needs to get control of himself, and stay sane enough to formulate a way out, the most important of all to get to Anderson again.

He had doubted and laughed at the man, but Anderson has proved his point, and that is that.

Why is it happening to him anyway? Surely it can’t be because of that bullshit talk that a demon wants to possess his body, can it?

He Is just a little unrighteous fellow who has been doing his best to break all the Ten Commandments and live life to the full.

He has been quite happy pushing drugs and getting between as many female thighs as he can, whilst trying to please a father he loves, and to woo a sweet little virgin called Ellaine into his bed.

That is his world, a world he loves. He doesn’t care if it is the kind of life upright folks frown on. It is his life, and he has no regrets about it.

He lives as he likes to live. Why then has this terrible thing happened? How CAN it happen? Let those Christian freaks do the fighting with those damned forces of evil. He doesn’t give a farthing about that side of the world, and he surely doesn’t want any spiritual gifts, especially this one.

Surely Jehovah is a rational God and will understand and let him go, won’t He? Didn’t the Bible say that God always gives humans their freedom of choice? If yes, then why in the name of heaven is God trying to shove down a foul gift like this on him anyway, huh?

Yaw Boat heaves a huge sigh and opens his eyes warily, although his head is still bent. He looks at his expensive shoes, resting firmly on the street, slightly spread.

He is beginning to wonder why his black shoes looks as if they have a pinky kind of hue, when, without warning, the pink hands of a demon shoots out from under the car, and wrap themselves around his ankles.

Boat’s heart would have failed instantly had he been a less healthy guy. Even so the pain of the shock as his heart leaps and crashes in its cavity with pure terror is so excruciating that he almost passes out, and his face become drenched instantly with sweat which rans like water, and cut rivulets on his face.

They are pink hands, and seem to belong to the grave. They are puffed up and rotted, and he can see squirmy things in them, squirmy things that bubble frantically. The wrists of the demon have pink, fleshy parts which seem to be dripping.

The pink hands had only three huge, webbed fingers. One of the fingers on the right hand seems to have been gnawed off by something dangerous.

As Boat watches, blabbering with horror, the hands pull on his ankles, and a head shoots out from under the car, a head fixed on a rotted neck and pus-filled shoulders.

The head is bald, pulpy and has holes in it that shows more wriggly creatures in the cavity where brains should have been.

Boat loses his mind completely then.

He screams shrilly like a nun who has seen six rapists, and stamps his feet hysterically.

The neck of the hideous thing between his legs begins to turn.

Its head bounces and rotates slowly on that neck, as if it has ball-rings in its neck, so that the neck turns with the head, and soon the head has come a full one hundred and eighty degrees, and Yaw Boat stares into the face of the dreadful demon.

On its rotted neck are gill-like fins that bulge and contract. Its brow is a rotted mass of worm-like creatures, jammed tight into the cavity where the forehead should have been, wriggling violently.

Its mouth is a long, pink cavity of horror, filled with serrated, fang-like things that could’ve been its teeth. One of its huge, completely pink eyes is closed, or infected, and now leaked a terrible kind of pus down one destroyed cheek.

Its single eye stares at Boat balefully, and a hissing snarl crosses its face when Boat begins to scream.

There is a violent and deadly commotion taking place in that hell-zone of a mouth of his, and suddenly thousands of black strands like angry snakes sh00t from its mouth and zoom straight into Boat’s face, coiling around his head with angry agitation.

And, horror of horrors, Boat can hear the harsh, jangling sounds they are making as they swarm over his face!

Yaw Boat, the Capo de tutti Capi, the Boss of Bosses, goes absolutely berserk!

He screams like a baby and pulls at his face and stamps his feet in acute distress and fear!

And then, through all the horrors, he hears a female voice speaking to him.

A voice!

A real human voice that jostles him back to reality and restores some of his sanity, enough to make him stop screaming.

WOMAN

(concerned)

Hello, sir? Are you okay, sir? Is everything okay, sir?

Boat stops screaming and looks up, his face anguished, and sees a well-dressed young lady standing on the sidewalk close to him and looking at him with concern.

Sitting on top of her head, like some advanced neon advertisement, is a huge-headed foul spirit, its ten-hooked tentacles fixed on the edges of her mouth, a couple drilling right into her mouth, giving her a grotesque look that churned Boat’s stomach.

A thick tongue riddled with arrow-like hooks is embedded deeply into the lady’s nostrils, seeming to be sucking something from within her.

And she has the audacity to ask him if he is okay?

Boat is temporarily insane and irrational, and he shouts at her in a high-pitched strident voice.

BOAT

(screaming)

Get the f**k away from me!!

She steps away from him, quite startled.

She wheels around hastily and walks away primly, her high-heels clip-clopping down the pavement, all huffed-up and puffed-up like some righteous nun who has just been flashed at.

She casts worried looks over her shoulder, and Boats sees her hand diving into her handbag, and coming out with a mobile phone.

He grins humuorlessly. She is calling the police for sure, to complain about the madman on her street. Probably concerned about her two fatherless children at home, and thinking she has to protect them from the screaming Frankenstein Boat so obviously represents.

Numb with horror, Boat stiffles another scream when he sees the hideous pink demon suddenly swimming up Boat’s body, gory eyes fixed on his face, snake tongues still busy on his face.

If this demon should have a name, no name will befit it more than HIDEOUS.

Boat is hysterical, and he feels like crying.

Can this really be true? A tough-as-nails rogue like him, who has been in countless brutal and life-threatening fights, now reduced to a whimpering, snivelling, grovelling little sissy?

And then, quite suddenly, things begin to go crazy in the land of the foul spirits!

Boat sees that, amazingly, they are fleeing!

All the demons are in panic, fleeing helter-skelter….

They are afraid!!

Something has just happened to scare them!

Boat looks around frantically, trying to locate what can cause such a beautiful terror in this horrible spiritual beings….

Season 1 Eps. 18

THE SECOND SIGHT

THE WONDERFUL FORCE-FIELD

Location: THE STREETS

It is the well-dressed lady who first makes Boat aware that something out of the ordinary is going on in the spiritual realm.

She is speaking on the phone as she approaches the intersection of Jackson Street.

There is something wrong with the traffic lights at the intersection. They keep blinking amber lights only.

A Toyota Corolla and a Ford Sedan almost collide head-on, and both drivers are leaning out and hurling hellfire at each other. Behind them other motorists blow their horns angrily.

A few bemused spectators have stopped and are looking on.

And of course the evil creatures are still enjoying kingly rides on people, and still sipping funky stuff from inside people.

The well-dressed lady with a demon riding on top of her head turns to take another look at Boat, and he realizes that her eyes are fixed on his number plates; she wants to leave nothing out in her reportage to the cops so she is giving them my car’s licence number.

A moment later her eyes swivel up to Boat’s face, and Boat sticks both of his middle fingers at her!

Her free hand flies to her breasts in shocked chagrin, and her face – or what he can see of it through the tentacles of the creature sucking human juice through her nose – turns a crimson colour. Her pert lips formed a perfect ‘O’ as she gazes at Boat.

And then, without warning, it happens!

All the demons begin to flee!

The ugly one on top of the woman’s head let go of her and with dazzling speed comes bursting past Boat’s car, dashes out through his window, and then crashing through the window of a video library.

In seconds it is completely out of sight.

Boat, awed and amazed, turns his head round and round, his vision suddenly filled with the swift flight of evil creatures all around him.

Some fly from within cars and vanish down gutters.

Others simply seem to disappear into the bodies of the people they are riding on.

It is like a bomb has been released in a crowded room.

The creatures flee helter-skelter, their expressions reflecting their blatant panic!

Boat looks down, and sees the pink demon he has nicknamed unconsciously as Hideous gazing down the street with utter dismay.

The creatures in its forehead wriggle with frenzy, and its tentacles remove themselves from Boat’s face.

Its face is now filled with massive hatred, an expression so profound that Boat is struck immobile with its pure evil. It was both vicious and frantic, as if it wants to flee and attack at the same time.

Its rotted lips are drawn back from the serrated teeth in a snarl, and its pink eye is suddenly filled with black stripes which makes it the most hate-filled eye Boat has ever seen in his life.

Suddenly it flies up, hovers in front of Boat, and then it does the most godawful thing in the whole damn wide world…

It slips into Boat’s body smoothly.

No fuss, baby. No permission sought, none necessary!

Only thing is, Boat doesn’t like it one damn bit!

Truth is, Boat looks down at his hands, and there it is!

The demon is lying snugly beneath the skin of his hands, its rotted, pink, webbed fingers spread through Boat’s fingers like some obscene art work.

Boat can it in him, arm in his arms, thighs in his, and worst is the sight of those wriggling freaks wriggling so horribly inside his own body.

BOAT

(screeching)

Oh sh*t! ShitshitshitshitshitSHIIIIIIT!!

Another ugly demon with a huge reddish head bounces through his car, filling it with a devilish red hue. It smashes out of his windscreen and bounces restlessly over the street. Long attachments like stuffed intestines trailed it. It shoots off the street straight at a stray dog which is lying on the curb.

The evil being disappears into the dog, which suddenly lets out a frantic bark, wakes up from its slumber, turns red eyes in the direction of Boat, and flees down the street quickly, its tail shooting straight into the air like an accusing finger aimed at God.

They have all fled now, and as Boat still continues to sweat at the horror of having that thing in his body, is suddenly aware of something bright approaching his car, blinding him momentarily.

Boat looks up, shielding his eyes from the brightest light he has ever seen in his life. It is as if the sun has fallen from the sky and landed right in front of him.

Boat’s body is suddenly rocked and buffeted violently, and then the demon which has hidden inside his body shoots out of him, crashing out of his car, face turning round once in a silent wail of terror as it flees from the incredible bright light. It smashes into the street, seeming to hover like vapour, and then it disappears into the street.

Amazed and filled with childish gloating that the mysterious bright light can have such terrible impact on these destructive agents of darkness, Yaw Boat turns again to have a look at what has caused that light to shine so hard and frighten these ugly things.

Once again the bright light floods Boat and fills the car.

He shields his eyes his eyes against that glorious brightness.

This is a source of light he can’t bear to look at. It is gloriously bright, and seems to glitter, as if millions of diamonds are hidden in it. As he squints against it, he sees that, much to his amazement, the light is covering a human being.

It is a poor-looking woman walking towards his car, and she is surrounded by all that incredible bright field that has caused hardened forces of darkness to flee!

She is someone Boat would have given no respect to under normal circumstances.

She is wearing a green dress, faded and patched.

Her feet are bare, her toes calloused and stunted. She is an elderly woman, and walked stooped with the aid of a stick. And around her, moving with her, is this amazing bright field of light which has driven the evil bastards absolutely bonkers!

She stops by Boat’s door and holds out a hard, dirty palm.

Thatis when Boat sees the Bible clutched tightly under her right armpit.

Its cover is tattered, and some of the pages are spilling out. It is tied with a rubber band, and it is quite evident that she uses that Bible a lot.

WOMAN

(croaking)

Spare a coin for a poor widow, son.

Boat still has to screw his eyes to tiny slits to look at her and all that glorious wonder surrounding her.

He just wants to bask in the glow of that luxurious field that has such power on the forces of darkness. It is such an angelic glow, glittering and yet not giving any heat.

It is simply the most beautiful thing he has seen since becoming an Unblind.

This is the real deal, a most unbelievable, warm sheen with its glittering particles that hurt his eyes. This is a stupendous source of protection which had turned those terrible evil devils into the screaming, yellow-backed freaks they really are!

The woman’s hand is still outstretched.

With his eyes still half shut Boat takes out his wallet and takes out all the Cedi notes in it.

There are some greens, some blues, a lot of purples and a number of browns. Altogether that money is getting a bit close to One Thousand Ghana Cedis.

WOMAN

(concerned)

Are you alright, my son? Is there something wrong with your eyes?

BOAT

(smiling weakly)

I’m fine, Ma’am. Here, take this. Go on, please, take the money.

Boat proffers the money, all of it.

He has never given alms to beggars; it has been a personal policy of his. Beggars made him. He thought them as lazy and leeches, but now he knows differently.

Those cops, that well-dressed young woman, those big shots moving all around town, had all been without this wonderful field, this wonderful protection that cannot be bought.

How many people hadn’t he seen with demons riding in them?

And yet this woman, this beggar, this person he would never have spoken to in a million years … she has turned out to be a chosen one, a selected few worthy of divine protection!

The woman’s eyes bulge as she stares at the green notes, her mouth dropping open.

For a moment her eyes are all watery and soft. She reaches out with trembling fingers and takes the money, tucking them firmly into the top of her dress.

WOMAN

(tremulously)

God bless you, son. God bless you abundantly.

BOAT

(sadly)

I’ll be damn glad if that God of yours will simply take His damn Second Sight gift away from me!

WOMAN

(frowning slightly)

What did you say, son?

BOAT

(shaking his head)

Nothing, lady. Go on now.

She thanks him again and begins to walk away very fast.

Yaw Boat sits in the car long after she is gone.

He is still shaken by what he had seen, and has no urge to move. He craves so much for the presence of his father.

His father is a divine son of God who will be able to help him out of the terrible horror he finds himself in.

He waits for the stinking creatures to appear again and strut their stuff: take kingly rides on the shoulders of unsuspecting folks, stick their long gummy tongues into the noses of pretty women and suck out their haughtiness.

But none appear. Evidently they have been scared witless by the amazing field around that poor widow.

BOAT

(whispering)

You f****ng, ugly, stinking, cowardly bastards!

Yaw Boat thinks of that wonderful protective field around that poor widow again.

Why did that woman have it?

He has seen thousands of people in town since he got the ugly ability to see into the spriritual realm, and none of them has had that explosive protective power.

So why the widow?

Why was she singled out?

Why is she special?

Is it because she is one of the ‘chosen few’ his Dad keeps talking about? One of the few people on that ‘narrow road’ cliche of the Christians?

And if she has protection from these nefarious and vindictive beings, that means these hellish brutes are dangerous, and can indeed cause some kind of harm to innocent people just like Anderson had said.

Yaw Boat takes a shuddering breath.

That woman. A poor widow.

Just a day ago he would have had nothing but total contempt for her. He surely wouldn’t have tossed her any coin, and would have barked at her to take a hike.

Instead he had emptied his pockets for her.

Why?

The answer is simple: he had felt grateful to her.

She, with her force-field, had made Hideous leave Boat’s body. She has a divine protection no money can buy.

Those ugly demons can get into his body, grab his ankles, sh00t tentacles at his face, and treated him without respect even though he is a millionaire’s son and has money to buy any physical protection he wants.

And yet these same demons had fled from a poor, helpless widow!

At that moment Yaw Boat knows that he has slipped down another step on the High and Mighty ladder he has been climbing.

Yes, it is hard believing that the mighty and wonderful Yaw Boat has reached a point where he is suddenly beginning to believe that there indeed is another world, another realm, another dangerous level of existence where good and evil are stretched tautly to their very last ends.

Stop! That’s enough!

Maybe this is what Anderson had hoped would happen to him. Doubts, questions, realizations, answers, surrender!

Boat isn’t ready to surrender.

He wants nothing to do with the rot Anderson had fed me. Who can spend the rest of his life looking into the heart of evil?

No sane man can do it.

The sights of the spiritual world are not meant for human eyes.

He chuckles without knowing the sound is coming out.

He is aware that he is walking a very thin line between madness and sheer madness.

Somehow he has crossed from the land of the sane, and will either end up a slobbering, groaning vegetable, or a raving lunatic.

His heart is still thudding with trepidation, and his senses recoils from the possibility of seeing such gross fiends again.

Suddenly Monday seems like an eternity away.

He has never needed his father so much as he does at that instant. He wonders how he is going to be able to get through the weekend without his father being around to help him.

If he waits that long his brain will snap. Sure, he can stay put in the house and await his father’s return, but what if the uglies decide to play havoc with him and appeared wherever he is?

The thought of being in a room with four of Hideous floating around, entering him, doing things, is too much for Boat.

There is only one way out.

He has to see Pastor Geoffrey Sam of Christ Redeemed Church, Fairview Assembly, the one Anderson has mentioned in his letter.

Yaw Boat decides on the spur of the moment to go to Pastor Sam and let him take him to Anderson even if it means beating the hell out of Pastor Sam.

With his mind made up Boat gets back behind the wheel, starts up the car, and pulls off the curb.

Faintly he hears the agitated sounds of sirens. Evidently the cops are not far behind.

To be continued.

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