THE OCCULT TRYST

 THE OCCULT TRYST

The sun beat down on the bustling streets of sun-kissed Goa as Jeremy Dylan indulged in some shopping at Holiday Street. A sedate t-shirt with something scribbled in a mysterious language caught his eye. He immediately fished out his wallet and bought the alluring t-shirt from the roadside shop at Holiday Street.

 

Once back at his hotel room in South Goa, Jeremy’s thoughts turned towards the t-shirt he had bought. After a hearty fish thali meal, he opened a chilled beer and tried deciphering the words on the t-shirt. After much research that entailed many minutes on the internet, he concluded that the scribblings were in Latin. From then on, it became easy to understand the exact meaning of the words. The words spelt “Spiritual inheritor” and “Lightworker” in Latin. Intrigued, Jeremy decided to wear the T-shirt the very next day.

 

The next day, as he was strolling along the Calangute beach, he suddenly felt watched. A chill went down his spine as many eyes followed him wherever he went. He turned towards an alley when he made his way to the Baga beach market. Suddenly, he was grabbed from behind by some powerful arms. Wincing from the onslaught, he was able to make out a group of six to seven people with their faces covered in hoods and wearing black robes similar to the ones worn by the Ku Klux Klan.

 

“Please”, blurted out Jeremy, “Take whatever you want. Here is my wallet and watch, but let me go.” Jeremy suddenly felt as if he had downed a few bottles of Feni, the local Goan alcoholic brew, and was feeling delirious. He strangely felt extremely lightheaded. He could feel the taste of Basa fish he had last night. The leader of the hooded gang turned towards him and said, “Where did you pick up this t-shirt? Do you know you are the one we have been looking for ages? You are the chosen one. You have been chosen for higher purpose and higher things.”

 

“Please, I meant no disrespect.” Jeremy’s mind was racing. He was now captive of some strange occult group with unknown intentions. These were no ordinary kidnappers; they believed him to be the chosen one of whatever. That they meant business was pretty much apparent to him.

 

“We are the keepers of age-old light for centuries. Your life is about to change like never before, “said the leader of the hooded gang, disrupting Jeremy’s chain of thoughts.  “Come with us, and all will be revealed. The universe makes no mistakes. There is no mistake at all. Your true purpose in this world will be revealed to you.”

 

Jeremy Dylan was filled with dread and a strange feeling of anticipation. These were not ordinary men who just kidnapped people for fun. These people were dead serious. As the group led him away, Jeremy couldn’t help but wonder if he could ever return to the world he had inhabited until now. He wondered what awaited him in this unfolding adventure. Jeremy decided to go along and step into the unknown with no other options. 

 

 

 

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