Dial - Season 1 - Episode 46

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Dial - Season 1 - Episode 46

I clung to his words and received them, digesting them. It was all possible of course. How could I have thought a television without a plugged power source could operate?

I accepted his words, because I had to accept them to remain sane! That was the only sensible explanation.
“Just to make sure it doesn’t happen to you, and freak you out again, I’ll have the television taken out, Mr. Biko,” he said gently. “I’m sure you can cope without television for this evening and tomorrow.”
I nodded appreciatively.

“Yes, yes, I guess so,” I said with a sheepish grin.

And so a few minutes later two men came into the room, and carefully removed the television from the wall.

Duke Greyhem stayed for a while to speak to me, reassuring me over and again, and I was grateful for that. When he left I finally managed to tell myself that I was just being silly, and eventually slept.

I left the lights on, though, for the very first time in years.

I slept with all the lights on.

No incidents of import happened again, even on Saturday when I was dreading that something horrible would happen. I slept soundly that night, and by Sunday morning I woke up with a fresh step in my step, convinced that everything was alright.

Shortly after my bath and a hefty breakfast, an attendant brought my clothes, washed and ironed, and I dressed quickly. I surveyed myself in the mirror, and I liked my reflection. I was cool and relaxed, calm and ready to face the world again.

Shortly afterwards a knock came on the door, and then Light Duke Greyhem and a beaming Apostle Williams entered.
“It is done, my friend,” Apostle Williams said as he shook my hand. “You’re a conqueror! You’re safe now! That fetish priest has been defeated!”
“The devil has no dominion over your life, Mr. Biko!” Duke Greyhem said and patted my shoulder. “With God, nothing is impossible. Go out there and enjoy your life, and remember this, keep away from your sinful ways and turn to God.”

I nodded with profound gratitude.
“Can I leave now?” I asked.
“Of course, of course!” Duke Greyhem said with a broad smile. “Unless you want to remain for Sunday’s special service.”
As tempting as that was, as much as I wanted to see those beautiful thighs, hips, breasts and different pudenda again, I refused to go in to Sunday Service. I wanted to be away, in my own environment, back to the life I knew.
We were heading toward the front door, and when we reached the desk where the locked telephone was, it happened.

First the golden padlock Light Duke Greyhem had used to lock the telephone dropped and fell on the leather-topped desk with a little soft thud.

The three of us stopped and looked at it, and I felt a small ache deep down in the pit of my stomach.

“Seems you didn’t lock the telephone well,” Apostle Williams said with a chuckle.
I looked at him.
“The padlock is still locked,” I said quietly.
“Oh, I see,” Apostle Williams said with another tight smile. “Maybe, Duke, my friend, you didn’t put it through the space for locking.”

Light Duke Greyhem didn’t say anything; he just stared at the telephone, his face still.
And just as he took a step forward toward the desk, the metal case covering the telephone flew up, and fell on its side, revealing the beautiful telephone.

And then the telephone rang.
“Abosho!” Apostle Williams uttered, and jumped with alarm.
I looked at Light Duke Greyhem.
He was from Europe, and so his face was looking as white as a sheet of paper, all the blood draining from his face with absolute shock.

He had removed the chord that connected the telephone to its connection feed in the wall, and so the telephone was just a machine, a piece of plastic and metal thing on the desk that shouldn’t be able to ring!