Lying slightly on his right side in the deep undergrowth of bushes, terrified and trying not to breathe too hard in the dark moonless night, his main concern right now was that his thudding heart was loud enough to be heard, Crayon's face was pressed hard against the damp moist earth, his own right hand clamped firmly over his mouth, more afraid that the whimpering he felt in his chest may involuntarily escape and he would be discovered by the human monster frantically parting the bushes looking for him.
This is a nightmare, he thought, his attention was now drawn to the rustling sound from the bushes getting nearer and nearer, the search getting closer and closer by the second. His mind conjured up his experiences since he could walk. Everything he had seen, heard, smelled and tasted came to him in the space of a millisecond. I suppose this is what they mean when they say "your life is flashing before your eyes", he thought. The nearer the search got, the closer to the ground Crayon crouched until he could feel the damp fertile soil press against his forehead, nose and chin.
Something did involuntarily escape from within Crayon, he felt it, warm and sticky trickling down the back of his trouser leg. At first he thought it was only urine but the smell told him it was worse than that. The realisation that he had shat himself didn't seem to matter or have much concern for him at this particular moment. All he knew was that at fifteen years old, he wasn't ready to die yet.
It wasn't his fault really that his mates had left him behind when they decided to break bounds and go into the town to watch a film everyone had been raving about. Breaking bounds on the other hand was against college rules, right now, breaking boarding house rules was the least of his worries.
There had been a spate of ritual killings within the town where he went to school. Only two days before, the newspapers had reported on the corpses that had been discovered behind Crayon's boarding school. It was common knowledge that these cadavers had vital organs missing, there was little doubt that these organs had been acquired for ritual purposes. The man hunting Crayon was beginning to get frantic. At the same time as searching and parting bushes he was reciting or mumbling something under his breath, probably some charm or magical incantations, thought Crayon.
Suddenly the man stopped. He has seen me! thought Crayon, just then the jujuman turned away from where Crayon was hiding and disappeared into the jungle. Crayon could now hear voices getting closer to where he was, a couple of the voices he recognised. Obviously, the sound of those voices, had scared the jujuman away. His college mates were on their way back from the movies and Crayon started to cry.
(Excerpts from: Crayon and the Jujuman)
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