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|Macabre ! (standard:horror, 1414 words)|
|Author: Michael Lance Kersting||Added: Mar 28 2006||Views/Reads: 2033/1246||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|I hadnít heard from my wife in a forthnight , and I became worried, very worried, for it was out of character for her not to write weekly. She was a member of an Anthropological Society in the States , and was on an expedition in the Amazon to study the c|
hadn't heard from my wife in a forthnight , and I became worried, very worried, for it was out of character for her not to write weekly. She was a member of an Anthropological Society in the States , and was on an expedition in the Amazon to study the culture of some tribes in the area. In her last letter, she said that she was okay, and was enjoying the scenery and the flora and fauna of the forest, They would next be visiting the Jivaros Indians,and that was the last letter I received from her. I contacted the Anthropological Society to see if there was any news on the expedition and it's progress. They told me nothing was heard from them in the last month,and were planning to send a team in the coming week to investigate.which was too long for me, so I took an early flight to Peru the next day. I arrived at the Lima's Chavez Airport, a little after two o' clock, and took a taxi to the Sheraton Lima Hotel,where she said she was staying. The Hotel was a fifteen storey affair built of concrete and glass,with the name "SHERATON LIMA HOTEL AND CASINO" written in bold letters above the entrance. At the reception desk,I showed a photo of my wife to the receptionist. She was , a black hair , Hispanic woman about twenty four, with a Munroe bust, a Bardot hip line and a charming smile. I signed the register, was given a key, and took an elevator up to my room on the fifth floor. It was overlooking a huge swimming pool ,with the Sheraton logo in its center. A few people swam around in it. I showered, change my clothes, and went down to the restaurant for a meal. After eating, I went to the Casino and played a few games of Blackjack to unwind. After a couple of hours losing, I returned to my room and stretched out on the bed, watched some news on the Telly until I fell asleep, The next morning, I went to the Lima Cultural Museum which was about a block away, and paid a visit to the Curator. I explained to him the situation concerning my wife. He told me that the expedition had left two weeks ago, and they haven't heard a word from them as yet, a team went to investigate, and they too had disappeared. It was a dangerous part of the Amazon, he said, where the dreaded Jivaros lived. He couldn't understand why anyone would want to go there. I explained to him that my wife was a stubborn woman. I thank him and left. The Jivaros , I later learned, were an old, hostile tribe ,who shun outsiders. Most people gave them a wide berth, even the Authorities. *** After a few days of making several inquiries, my hopes began to fade of ever seeing her again because most of the answers, I received were negative. They said that she was probably killed by the Jivaros,who hated everyone especially whites. All that bad news mademe sick and more depressed. I put her photograph in the newspapers, offering a 500 Pounds reward to anyone who may know of her whereabouts,in hope that she may have been seen. I asked around if there was any one who would take me to the area. They looked at me as if I were nuts or something. As the days passed,I started drinking to drown my sorrow. Then one day, when I was about to give up, I got a call from the desk, saying that a man was asking for me. Click here to read the rest of this story (128 more lines)
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