A Visit To The Shaman

Detective Yolanda Hamilton was in an elated mood tonight. The most anticipated victory of the past month had just been secured and now, she was just one step closer to becoming a lieutenant. Could there be any better news than this? Her eyes began to feel dizzy as she drowned another shot of the whiskey in her throat. It caused a burning sensation as it made its way into her stomach, and then the lingering feeling of satisfaction followed. She belched out in another moment and a satisfied grin crossed her face. From her vision which was now beginning to dull, she could make out the faces of three of her colleagues who had joined her in her drinking spree. Kevin Owens, the nerdy officer with glasses was seated on his far left trying to coax the barman into fixing him another shot even though it was obvious that he'd had enough. Tyler Hartman, who was perhaps the most experienced one amongst them having been in the force for almost fifteen years was seated by his right. He was the o

The Shaman's Favor

For a moment, Officer Charles Hilary was back in the robbery scene at Greenfield. There was the spontaneous flashing of lights and the horrified screaming of people as they scampered away from the chaos. The officers from NYPD were scattered around the scene like grains of sand in the seashore, trying to catch the bad guys. But everyone was careful. No one wanted to be martyred tonight. While others hid in the shadows, waiting for who was going to make the first move before they joined in. Their fear of the unknown would not allow them to follow their instincts, Detective Yolanda Hamilton had evaded the barricade they had set up and had smuggled himself into the bank which was being robbed. He was quick, like a fox in the woods. An operation that had lasted for almost a full hour was busted in seconds and the bad guys were caught and brought to books. The following day, the boss had asked to see Detective Hamilton, and that had been the beginning of his journey to fame. Officer Cha

The Mysteries Of The Future

"Give me your hand," The Shaman said, staring directly at Yolanda. Detective Hamilton began to lift her hands, very slowly at first because she was not sure what she was getting herself into. And yet, she could not shake off the stubborn feeling that clung to her guts that she had to be here. A hand halted her mid-way. she stopped, puzzled. It was her friend's hand. She looked into his eyes and read a thousand messages from it but in the end, she snatched her hand away and handed it over to the shaman. The ritual was about to begin. Officer Hillary watched skeptically as the shaman lifted his wrinkled hand over his friend's hand, reading through her palms like he was reading a book. His eyes widened as he traced through the lines on her palms and his brows knitted. Something was not right. "Yolanda," He called softly, his voice sounding normal for once. "You have a very interesting life."Yolanda swallowed hard, reading through his lips. "I would like to see my future."The old ma

The Strange Mail

Yolanda Hamilton was an attractive-looking woman in his late twenties. She had black, unruly hair, dark blue eyes, an elegant body that could fit right into any feminine dress, and a warm smile. With looks straight from Hollywood, the men were constantly roaming all over him like fleas. Perhaps the only thing that put some of them at bay was the fact that she was an officer of the law who could easily have them locked up for assault. Growing up as an only child had made Yolanda rather defensive and this played out in her interactions with people. She was the kind of woman who stood his ground even if it meant fighting alone. Today, Yolanda had come to work disturbed. The events of the past night still replayed in her mind, although now, it seemed more of a dream than reality. She sat before the computer screen in her booth staring blankly at it for almost half an hour before he suddenly came to himself as she felt a presence around her."Hey, Yolanda. What's up?" A familiar voice sa

A Mail From Home

The mail had just five lines. Five lines that completely changed Yolanda Hamilton's life from that moment. "I have to see you, Yolanda, before I die. My name is Gracie Hamilton, your grandmother. Something is about to happen. You have to come home quickly. I've attached my address to the mail. Please, come home, Yolanda. Whatever you do, you must not open The Red Door."Yolanda swallowed hard. Something was not right. Her hands trembled as she took the phone. She dialled the first number that came to her mind and listened to the line ring. There was no response the first three times the phone rang. Her adrenaline shot up. There was no way this was true. If this was true, then she'd been lied to her whole life. Yolanda slammed the phone on her table after the fourth ring and held her head with both hands, as if to stop it from exploding. Her head was spinning in circles. She tried to lift her body but felt no strength in her limbs. The sick feeling that something bad was about

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A Visit To The Shaman

The Shaman's Favor

The Mysteries Of The Future

The Strange Mail

A Mail From Home