There are many rare and amazing creatures
that can be found in the jungles of Africa, but there is no creature more
intriguing than man. In Mozambique there was once a reserve, where tourists
would spend great amounts of time and money. They would stay at the hotel just
outside the reserve which was eerily close to its jungle greenery. However, in
the greenery, there lurked something that was not interested in sharing the
jungle with foreigners. It was the Wild Man of Mozambique
For years, he taunted and terrified
those who stayed at the hotel; he would jeer at them from the windows, and moan
through the ventilation ducts, and eventually he caught the attention of the
hotel’s management staff.
“We
must do something before we lose all our guests”, muttered Lee Edwards, who was
owner of the hotel.
“No,” said Adisa, “He has the wrath of
the gods at his disposal, and we must not anger him”. Adisa was a traditional
African man. He grew up in Mozambique, and he had heard every story of the Wild
Man that had ever been told and he often muttered their messages, his bright eyes
wide with fear, “Some say his skin is crafted from godly leather” or “The
jungle belongs to him!”.
Edwards and the rest of the staff
smirked as they walked out of the staff room, with dark plans breeding in their
minds. Edwards contacted Adderson Hendricks, an experienced hunter in the hopes
of hunting down the Wild Man and bringing him into custody.
“It is not possible,” said the hunter. “The
Man is untouchable. He moves like the great Constrictors of the jungle. He
strikes like the dreaded Ape. If you catch him, the jungle will not be in
balance, and great horror shall befall you”.
Disappointed, Edwards contacted the
authorities to capture the Wild Man. Days passed and after the deaths of three
men, the man was captured. He could not speak a word of English, and had the
gaze of a deadly falcon. There was no color in his eyes, and on his face were tattoos
of a dialect that, according to Adisa, had long been forgotten. The Wild Man
was kept in a pit, and he was monitored by Jed, a security guard at the
reserve. The Man tried every day to escape from his prison, and every time he
fell from the slopes of the pit, he looked at the sun shining through the top
of the pit and cried out strange names, only to realize that nobody was coming
for help, at which he would begin to sob bitterly. Meanwhile, business at the
hotel flourished with the Wild Man gone, and Edwards was richer than ever.
Edward’s happiness was soon interrupted when Adisa burst into his office, and
claimed that their prisoner had escaped. The two men ran into the back of the
hotel, where they saw the Wild Man staring at them from the top of the pit. Luckily,
they had a thick sheet of glass protecting them from the man, but sadly, Jed
didn’t.
As his body was kicked aside, the Wild
Man came charging at the door in the glass. Terrified, Adisa broke open the
door and tried to fight the Wild Man. It was in vain, as the Wild Man was too
powerful and he overpowered Adisa. Soon, out of a flurry of limbs, fell the
limp body of Adisa. Horrified, Edwards picked up a crow bar and began to beat
the killer. He cried out in pain, but Edwards didn’t stop. He couldn't lose any
more guests, and he couldn’t lose more money. Suddenly, as the Wild Man lay
motionless on the floor, Edwards looked up in horror at the surveillance camera
that just caught him beating up the man with a crowbar. He just hoped nobody
saw it. Sadly, everybody in the hotel lounge just witnessed it, and he saw them,
family by family, running out his hotel. Edwards tried to leave the room he had
killed the Wild Man in but he couldn’t. The door was jammed.
Then he heard footsteps. As he turned
around, he saw the pale wispy figures of Jed, Adisa and the Wild Man; as they
had died, bloody, dirty and dead, staring straight at him. Ghosts. In, a flash,
the realization came to Edwards. Three men were dead because of him; If not for
his hunt for the Wild Man, they would be alive now. And now, they were going to
do to him what he did to them. Terrified of what he was seeing, Edwards picked
the crowbar and began to violent break the door. He had to escape. They were
coming after him. And then with one heavy blow, the momentum of the crowbar
built up and caused it to swing back in reverse. As it smashed the life out of
the hotel owner, his last thought was of how the jungle had finally got its
revenge. In an attempt to make his hotel a success, he failed. Failed in way he
never ought to have. He had killed 3 men. 2 men who were almost his friends. The
other, a man who could have been educated. He had disturbed the balance of the
jungle.
The death of the Wild Man of Mozambique
was not in vain though, for his captors had been destroyed.
By Rayhaan Mubarak
Hey there! I hope you enjoyed that! Do you like this format? Throw the story up first, no beating about the bush. Then all this stuff by me. More professional too, I think. Well, that was another amazing, amazing story by Rayhaan. I was enchanted by it. It has this essence of Roald Dahl, that sense of extreme humour, far from possible in our ordinary lives, but never-the-less possible in this mad world we live in. I'm a huge fan of Roald Dahl. His stories are like Van-Gogh's paintings. So... expressive and emotion filled but with that sense of... insanity... in every stroke. I took to it. I hope you did too. Oh, by the way, you've probably noticed by now how late I've kept this story. I do apologise. Not Rayhaan's fault. He was just a day late. And that was because of the stupid internet. Anyway, I've decided to re-arrange the times of publishing regarding Flipside and Poetry Concentrated. Given below:
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