Flipside 3

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:

Flipside: Every Saturday

Poetry Concentrated: Every Wednesday.

Also, I've renamed Poems Concentrated to Poetry Concentrated if you've noticed, because it's easier. 

So here's a week of Interest Concentrated, the part that'll be sure to come out every week, and I'm sure the other different stuff will come at different days of the week:

Monday: Nothing Confirmed 

Tuesday: Nothing Confirmed

Wednesday: Poetry Concentrated

Thursday: The Team 35

Friday: Game Reviews by Dinera

Saturday: Flipside

Sunday: Nothing Confirmed

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Did you enjoy this? Then check out Flipside 1 and 2, if you haven't already!
Flipside 1:http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/the-closed-door.html
Flipside 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/flipside-2.html