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I Saw the Dragon by John Oak Dalton (A Weekly Spooky Original Story)
A soldier of fortune has to hold a hill in a war-torn African country, and spends a long night with ghosts\\u2026 and something else.
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When I left Desert Storm in \\u201891 all I had done was run Saddam back in his rat hole.
We let him off just like my grandpa told me they did to the Nazis back in World War II, when he drove a tank right up to Berlin, and then had to sit there and wait for the Russians to come and trash the place. That was us, in 1991. Got up to Baghdad and pulled the parking brake and sat there.
So when my buddy Chisholm started talking about being a soldier of fortune afterwards, just like in the magazines, I was bored enough to try it.
We thought we\\u2019d be like Crockett and Tubbs, only with less Phil Collins.
We signed up with this for-hire outfit, and the first place we mustered out to was this African country that doesn\\u2019t even exist anymore. It was run by the government and then the rebels and then the government, and if they were sitting on oil, or had anything anybody else wanted, it wouldn\\u2019t have gone on like it did.
The only thing they were exporting were refugees, only most of them got shot down at the border, so there weren\\u2019t even that many of them.
So the government had this Russian Mi-46 copter, and they dropped us in a hot LZ at the top of a big hill where the country\\u2019s only television station was. Man, we came in on that thing \\u201cRide of the Valkyries\\u201d style with just that one big red light at the top of that tower blinking at us.
That big red eye, looking right at us.
We were supposed to secure it to keep it out of rebel hands, only when the three of us got there about a half dozen rebels were hunkered down inside. We couldn\\u2019t just frag or burn the place so we shot it out with those guys.
That was because when it was all over, the president of this country wanted to come up there and make a big speech over the TV to the whole country. He was that kind of guy.
Chisholm got it right through the eye so that was the end of that adventure. It wasn\\u2019t like he had read in those magazines.
The other guy, whose name I forget, got shot in the leg, and it wouldn\\u2019t have been so bad but we didn\\u2019t even have a piece of masking tape to put over that wound. We weren\\u2019t ready for any resistance or much of anything. It was a half-assed thing we did really.
Eventually they got bold and kept poking their heads out farther and farther, and finally we got lucky and shot two of them. Then the rest of them ran out the back door and down the hill, and I stormed in the front door by myself because the other dude had already died too. Bled straight out and it shouldn\\u2019t have happened. There wasn\\u2019t anybody to lay down any covering fire so I could go chase the SOBs that killed my buddy Chisholm. No revenge for me. Again, not like in the magazines.
Inside wasn\\u2019t much. There was a lobby with a couple of folding chairs, and then a studio about the size of a hotel room, and a room where all the machinery was. VCRs and stuff, all wired together.
They still had their lunch set out in the lobby and a coffee pot on and that came in damn handy real quick.
I secured the area and waited for reinforcements.
It was funny, they had just loaded up all the VCR machines with movies and they were running nonstop on that one TV channel. All the boxes looked like somebody walked out of a Blockbuster back in the States and was racking up hellacious fines. It was illegal-looking as hell, but I guess running movies all day made the average person think the government was going to be okay. No need to panic kind of thing.
I guessed it wasn\\u2019t going to turn out that way after all. I was up there a couple days and nobody ever came up that hill.
I sure learned a lot about those movies, though. Saw them over and over. At noon played The Gods Must Be Crazy and then at 2 p.m. was Love Brewed in the African Pot, and those were kinda boring.
Then at 4 p.m. it kicked into high gear and they showed Shaft in Africa.
Then at 6 p.m. they showed Savage Sisters.
At 8 p.m. Black Mama, White Mama.
Then at 10 p.m. was Bloodfist and I love Don \\u201cThe Dragon\\u201d Wilson so I always watched that.
Then at midnight was The Gods Must Be Crazy again and it started all over.
Y\\u2019all can have Bruce Lee or Chuck Norris or whoever. The Dragon had a legit fighting career of his own and made more movies, too. And I have too much respect for all those guys to try and guess who would win in a fight. It\\u2019s stupid anyway because you would need three time machines to make it all work out and that\\u2019s never going to happen.
Just watch the first Bloodfist movie.
But after a couple days of these movies playing over and over I got pretty bored, so I looked all around the studio to see what there was to see.
I\\u2019m pretty sure now what I thought was a big oil stain on the concrete floor of that studio was actually an old bloodstain. In fact I am very sure of it.
But what I was paying attention to at that time was this little hatch I saw in the floor.
I opened it, and a ladder made out of what looked like scrap wood kinda leaned against the frame and was gone into the dark. I unsnapped a flashlight from my belt and thumbed it to life, shined it around down there.
I saw that this ladder went down into a basement. Actually more like a root cellar, with dirt walls and everything, and there was a bunch of movies on shelves down there, and a TV on a card table with its own VCR.
Of course there were rats scurrying around everywhere but they\\u2019ve never bothered me that much.
Dumb I guess, I was hoping that\\u2019s where they kept the booze, or maybe the dope, or hell, even some fresh vegetables like my grandma stored in her root cellar in Indiana, back in the day.
Since none of that good stuff I was hoping for was down there I decided, maybe it\\u2019s time to change up the programming. Maybe people out there hiding in their houses waiting for it to be over were sick of watching the same five or six movies too.
Only when I started kind of ducking my head down there and looking at those shelves, these tapes all had hand-written labels so I didn\\u2019t know what was what. But like I said, bored, so I took one and I popped it in.
At first I just thought it was a straight-up torture video that maybe the government had made. Political prisoners. You heard about that kind of stuff.
It was for sure shot right out the back door of the studio. There were guys in soldier uniforms and they had\\u2026I guess they were knives. And a guy tied to something. Not a chair. Something else.
It wasn\\u2019t all made of bones but some of it was.
Only now I realize it wasn\\u2019t torture so much. It was\\u2026a ritual.
I was damn glad I never saw that bone couch or whatever it was around there anywhere. Where they kept that thing, I hope I never know.
I had seen some bad stuff by then in Iraq, but I got sick of this pretty quick and tried to shut it off.
Only I couldn\\u2019t get the VCR to quit.
So I unplugged it from the wall\\u2026and it still didn\\u2019t stop.
The pictures kept playing. That I couldn\\u2019t unsee. And the sounds.
So eventually I just backed up the ladder and pulled the ladder up behind me and shut the hatch and rolled a tripod over the hatch.
But I could hear the sounds coming up through the floor.
And the blue flickering light from those old TVs, showing around the cracks.
Even when I went out into the lobby, those sounds were right under my feet. A man dying. Evil men laughing. The scrape of bone. The whispers of knives.
And that was messed up because that root cellar wasn\\u2019t that big. It sure wasn\\u2019t under the lobby, but I heard it just as clearly as when I was pushing that tripod over that hatch.
Well that was a long-ass night and I couldn\\u2019t wait until morning.
Only morning didn\\u2019t come.
It stayed dark and I noticed my watch had stopped, so I\\u2019m not exactly sure how long that period of time was, but it was a long time.
And the threads starting coming loose and I guess at some point I just fired my M16 into that darkness until I ran out of bullets\\u2026and that was a stupid thing to do.
To run out of bullets, when there are still voices\\u2026and darkness.
Because I knew that in that\\u2026endless dark\\u2026I was going to need some weapons.
What I thought I was going to do with those weapons, except for shoot at more shadows, I don\\u2019t really know. But I was still a solider then first and foremost.
I knew Chisholm and the other guy\\u2019s guns were where they fell. Same with the two guys we killed. Plus I thought I saw those rebels throw down some Chinese knock-offs of Mister Kalishnakov\\u2019s beautiful AK-47s\\u2026when they were tear-assing away.
And of course there were knives and machetes and toenail clippers and everything else lying around everywhere.
The first step out that front door was the hardest. But those sounds and voices fell away, and that was something.
And the dark wasn\\u2019t too bad at first, and I could see a bit and didn\\u2019t have to feel around too much. Which is good because when that hot wind blew a little bit your direction, it didn\\u2019t smell good. You can figure out why.
So I was doing okay, all things considered, getting my little armory together.
But then Chisholm stepped out in front of me, right out of the darkness.
For a crazy second I thought somehow he had survived that bullet, even though he still had a hole where his left eye should have been and not much back of his forehead.
He said a lot of stuff to me I won\\u2019t repeat, mostly because he gave me a righteous ass chewing I deserved\\u2026but the one thing I will say is that he told me a lot of blood had been spilled right there and that something woke up.
Something woke up.
And that plays into what happened nex'