the dead corpse lay motionless on the patio of the lord's house,a few days after April holiday,the small bacon engraved with the name bethel still stood above all the mushrooming tin houses of the village.several deaths had been reported but the horrible deathly state that the corpses presented was wanting leave alone being terrifying to the villagers and the whole administration of the place So many people were now fleeing the village in fear of being caught up by the disease which was now a curse to them Jaen a young man of the town wasn't carrying the same story but knew that this was a temporary bethel malady that had been created by his grandmother who was the great sorcerer of the county ,she conducted her incantations at the middle of the night and released the speeplls in the morning to whom ever he chose to die that day first she could take the person in spirit while asleep and drive him or her in her inner chamber where no one had access to except Jean who had been born with a viper needle on his one hand hedeous to the fact that her granny knew but had no power to control or vitrol his meteorically power to discern evil powers her grandmother had killed the boy's mother with chicken soup at boys birthday for she knew what he stood for in the village, on the fateful day the lady had died a horrifying death that left everyone in the village grinning his or her teeth,the body had melted in a coil that no one could Tel which disease was eating her.one could fathom the gracious mistake the old lady had caused to the village on the fateful day Jean dissapeard to unknown...