Post by deanoburke on Jul 20, 2003 21:17:33 GMT -5
Anyone ever heard of this? Here's the story I was given recently, tell me what you think:
"Help me," Dr. Elton Chandler cried weakly to no avail. He was
alone in bed, his wife and grown children late in returning
from a village festival. The pummeling was like a torrential
rain on his ribs and back, but worst of all was the sense that
his last breath was being sucked from his lungs. And there was
nothing to grab onto or fight off, because whatever pinned him
to the mattress had no substance.
Footsteps in the hallway. "Father!" a voice screamed and Dr.
Chandler's strapping 25-year-old son Perry charged into the
bedroom. "It is Wazchango and he is attacking you!"
The dreaded night creature, that's what was trying to kill him,
Dr. Chandler realized. Invisible to its victims. Horribly ugly
to bystanders who witness its carnage. In attacks throughout
the Third World, Wazchango has been described as a bizarre,
elf-like entity with a single eye in the center of its head,
small, pointed ears, bat wings and talons. Most of its victims
are male and require treatment in traditional hospitals for
broken ribs, bruises and festering wounds where they are raked
by the talons. Witch doctors will not accept such cases for
fear that they will be visited by the vengeful monster...
Dr. Chandler's son Perry grabbed a solid ebony stool by its
leg and swung it against the Wazchango's flank. A sickening
crunch. The animal howled and bounded out via the open window
through which it had obviously arrived. When Dr. Chandler
regained consciousness, he was in the hospital where he usually
did his rounds. Three brown ribs and numerous bruises about
his torso made breathing a torment. But at least he was alive.
Like other men who had survived the Wazchango, he reported the
incident to the proper authorities. Because, as with each of
its victims, Wazchango had instructed them to tell what had
happened - or it would be back.
There is no know defense against Wazchango attack, other than
by banding together. Fearful men often sleep in groups, locked
arm-in-arm, to prevent one of their number from being dragged
away. It is estimated that there are about 125 living Wazchango
monsters and its range is expanding to include urban areas.
"Help me," Dr. Elton Chandler cried weakly to no avail. He was
alone in bed, his wife and grown children late in returning
from a village festival. The pummeling was like a torrential
rain on his ribs and back, but worst of all was the sense that
his last breath was being sucked from his lungs. And there was
nothing to grab onto or fight off, because whatever pinned him
to the mattress had no substance.
Footsteps in the hallway. "Father!" a voice screamed and Dr.
Chandler's strapping 25-year-old son Perry charged into the
bedroom. "It is Wazchango and he is attacking you!"
The dreaded night creature, that's what was trying to kill him,
Dr. Chandler realized. Invisible to its victims. Horribly ugly
to bystanders who witness its carnage. In attacks throughout
the Third World, Wazchango has been described as a bizarre,
elf-like entity with a single eye in the center of its head,
small, pointed ears, bat wings and talons. Most of its victims
are male and require treatment in traditional hospitals for
broken ribs, bruises and festering wounds where they are raked
by the talons. Witch doctors will not accept such cases for
fear that they will be visited by the vengeful monster...
Dr. Chandler's son Perry grabbed a solid ebony stool by its
leg and swung it against the Wazchango's flank. A sickening
crunch. The animal howled and bounded out via the open window
through which it had obviously arrived. When Dr. Chandler
regained consciousness, he was in the hospital where he usually
did his rounds. Three brown ribs and numerous bruises about
his torso made breathing a torment. But at least he was alive.
Like other men who had survived the Wazchango, he reported the
incident to the proper authorities. Because, as with each of
its victims, Wazchango had instructed them to tell what had
happened - or it would be back.
There is no know defense against Wazchango attack, other than
by banding together. Fearful men often sleep in groups, locked
arm-in-arm, to prevent one of their number from being dragged
away. It is estimated that there are about 125 living Wazchango
monsters and its range is expanding to include urban areas.
