OK, Now I'm Scared


 * I was awoken early this morning by some ruckus outside. (I really
 * hate being woken up before my alarm clock goes off.) Kijuju is always
 * noisy in the morning because everyone is usually up and about by the
 * crack of dawn. I’ll never understand that. This morning I didn’t hear
 * the usual hustle and bustle that always grates on my nerves in the
 * morning. I heard shouting, angry shouting. I reluctantly got out of
 * bed to see what all the fuss was about.


 * What I saw I don’t think I’ll ever forget. This was a hundred times
 * more bone chilling than seeing that dead dog. There was a mass of
 * people in the assembly place, and they were stacking these sacks of
 * God-knows-what in the middle of it. I saw a black viscous substance
 * oozing out of some of the sacks. It wasn’t oil. Blood perhaps?


 * When the pile was about two meters high, that guy with sunglasses
 * the bar the other day came out and started speaking through a
 * megaphone. I don’t think “speaking” is the right word. It was like his
 * words were fire and he was spitting them out. I couldn’t make out
 * what he was saying clearly (too many people shouting, not to
 * mention my heart was beating in my ears), but I heard him spew out
 * words like “justice” and “celebration of death.” The hair on my neck
 * stood on end every time I heard him say “death.”


 * The crowd was riled up good, but then I saw them clear a path as a
 * man carrying a torch made his way toward the pile. He set it alight
 * and the whole mob burst into cheers. I never thought people
 * cheering could fill me with so much dread. It made me shudder. As
 * the fire consumed the pile, one of the sacks rolled off the top. The fire
 * had eaten through the sack, and the thing inside it fell out. I couldn’t
 * make it out clearly, but it looked like the body of the butcher himself!
 * Just what in the name of God’s green Earth is going on around here!?


 * I quickly pulled my curtains shut and ran back to bed. I only worked
 * up the nerve to write up this post after I was fairly certain the mob
 * had dispersed. Needless to say, I won’t be making an appearance at work today.