Curse of the Copulating Idol – Part 8 – ALLOVERIST

This is the last chapter of the story. Before starting to read it, we recap:

Part 1: Introduction

Part 2: Foreplay

Part 3: The Play

Part 4: Curse

Part 5: Old Man

Part 6: Desecration

Part 7: Diagnosis

Part 8: The End

Both men drove over to the village in Dr. Singhal’s Scorpio. The villagers did not like the entry of someone new but they did not question it because he was with Singhal the chief scientist who they called ‘bade scientist babu’.

‘More than the village being cursed there is lot more to it’, said Dr. Singhal. ‘In our studies we have seen the connection between the village and the environment. We have detected electromagnetic pulse in many places in the village, the school, the amphitheater, the well. We have staggering revelations about the connections everything in this village has with its environment.’ said Singhal. Vagish nodded.

‘That’s why we are involved instead of some paranormal researchers.’

The well in the middle of the village was the only place where there was water. However Singhal told it was contaminated. The water is poisoned with lead and other radioactive materials. We don’t know how it happened. We will know for sure. The Geiger counter goes crazy as we near the well’, said Singhal. Singhal went near the well, and the Gieger counter crackled. ‘Don’t worry it is safe until here’, he said where there was a white line.

They went out of the village and came upon the ruined idol. ‘This is the idol that’s destroyed by your unfortunate patients’, said Singhal.

Vagish examined the ruins. There were stones from the statue strewn all over the place. ‘So it was deliberate. I see they worked hard to destroy it. They knew what they were doing.’

‘How do you think Sara and Veer’s sex got exchanged?’ asked Vagish.

‘I have a simple explanation. Some of the friends were mighty pissed with them, or with their parents. This could be revenge. They kidnapped the kids and operated upon them.’

Vagish nodded in agreement. Dissatisfied business people, a deal gone bad he thought. The tour of the village took a whole day. ‘What about the curse? Is there a curse on the village?’

‘I am not sure about that. My guess is it was all a cover up.’

‘Cover up? Who hiding what?’

‘This village was a hot bed of some other activity. I am not sure what? But we will find out soon enough.’

At six in the evening, the group were packing up after a days work. The villagers cooked for the group. A villager packed some food so that the men could eat on the way. Nobody from the family of the banished ever visited, or had come back to live in the village. But Vagish insisted that he visit the village with Singhal. Vagish was a descendant of one of them that were banished from the village.

Singhal sat at the driver seat and Vagish sat next to him. There is a story in the village that gods roam the village after dark and so the village streets, and people leave to their homes, and they do not gather after 8 in the evening.

‘So you believe in that?’ asked Vagish.

‘The villagers believe it. So we always leave the village before 8 and come back next morning. I feel we should respect that tradition.’

Vagish agreed. After they got far enough away from the village, Vagish turned to look at the village. Exactly at 8 the village lights went off. Everything went dark. For the doctor it felt like he was staring into a bottomless pit. There were miles of nothingness. It was a no moon day and hence he could not even see a tree. He picked up his camera out of his bag, aimed in the direction of the village and took few pictures. The result was surprising. Both men examined the pictures. They saw tiny orbs of light floating in the air.

‘See? Those are packets of energy. They are all over the place. Interesting’, said Singhal.

Vagish smiled and nodded. ‘Maybe the curse is a hoax after all. Perhaps you could share more information with me after we get back to your office.’

‘Perhaps’, Dr. Singhal shrugged his shoulders.

The road they were using had trees on either side. At a distance until where the headlights flashed, they saw a black figure cross the road from left to right.

‘What was that?’ asked Vaghish.

‘I don’t know. Some deer I think’.

There was a loud thud on the roof of the Scorpio, and the vehicle shook. Perhaps a branch of a tree thought Vagish.

Just then Vagish’s neck snapped back as if an unknown force pulled him by his hair. He started choking. An invisible force pulled him to the backseat of the Scorpio. Vagish kicked the dashboard of the Scorpio sending papers, post covers flying everywhere. Singhal looked behind him, and saw a black form at the backseat. He looked in horror. While an invisible force was pulling Vagish behind, Singhal let go of the steering, caught hold of Vagish, and started to pull toward him. He stretched his right leg and floored the accelerator in the process; the steering turned to the left. The Scorpio swerved to the right and then toppled over.