fiction #4- "soucouyant" part 4.

once upon a time not long ago when people wore pyjamas and lived life slow...
(slick rick, children's story)

"Two small holes in his neck.
So now everybody know what going on and trying to send word, but the foreigners not trying to hear us at all. They dismiss the ‘local myth’. Them say they studying frogs. The scientists who get stick just making two-day trips not slowing down neither because they already feel they at a disadvantage, not being up mountain permanently, so they not letting anything else get in their way. The only change was the toy-police the government stationed to watch the area and all the people at the bottom waiting to sell just pack up and clear out as fast as they reach. Them boys refuse to leave their frogs though, and we was just waiting to see how many would have to fall before they listen.
But we know they had to be scared. If you up mountain on some island you never went to before, and your co-worker disappear then reappear dead and shrivel up and you don’t know what could do him that, but you hearing whispers you don’t like the sound of from the people living there, you must be scared. Even if you not sure you believe the whispers. But they were dedicated. The guides try to tell them what would happen, but they didn’t listen to the guides any more than they listen to the stories the day-trippers bring up from town. And you and me both know – who don’t hear must feel…
Well, the next days them boys spend up there was rough. They didn’t know what to do or who to trust. They have the guides telling them everybody should go home right now, but they know the science world expecting something from them – each man know somebody spend plenty money to send him, and waiting for results. None of them know when or how or why exactly their colleague disappear, so they don’t know if it safe to go to sleep, but they not sure if they any safer awake – they just know they have to maintain so their bosses and funders wouldn’t get vex about paying for them to be there and wondering if they coming back with the goods. Them staying make me figure the science world had to be more competitive than I thought. They kept working, telling the guides they trying to take what they thought would be ‘appropriate precautions’.
Of course, we knew nothing they do would make a difference. Once they remain there, they was a lost cause, regardless of what precautions they thought they was taking. Their time would come sooner or later. But they staying together, checking each other all the time, figuring once they keep themselves alert they safe, even though they still worrying they wrong. Is not like they knew anything about where they were and what could happen to them.
Then about a week after they find the first one, one of the guides walk in to find the other one from that team lying in his bed in the same condition. Two tiny holes in his neck.
Well all that was keeping the guides there after the first one was the hefty bribe the scientists give them on top of their salary and a hurry-raise from the government. But after the second one turn up the same way, wasn’t nothing keeping them. The guides come down twice as fast as they went up.
Now the government decide to send up two representatives to tell the remaining two science boys they have to come down because the agreement state they must have two local guides, and without guides they must leave. They needed them boys to come down before things got worse. So far they lose two, and that was bad enough for the world view of the island without them losing all the rest and looking like they didn’t do anything to save or even help them."

walk good.