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 Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 1:06 pm Post subject: Unlucky man |
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This is a story I wrote a few years ago :
Vahid Marek Sziebirskiy was an unlucky man. He knew it, he had been unlucky since birth, and it was only now it seemed to him, in the situation he was in at that precise moment that his luck was about to change. Or so he hoped. Even so his mind started to wander over his life, and the “Devil’s Luck” that seemed to follow him from his early moments in life.
He was born in the part of Romania close to Transylvania at the end of the seventeenth century. He was born with a caul on his head, on a Friday the thirteenth. This single fact should have made his parents expose him in the woods, but they felt ashamed, and kept him.
As a boy, because he was perhaps unnaturally tall, he was very clumsy, and kept breaking things in the house. This caused the wrath of his rather severe father, who often beat him into unconsciousness. His father doing this to him created in Vahid the infirmity of epilepsy, and the fits that would mark his life.
Because of his epilepsy, a term they did not know at the time of course, Vahid had little schooling, and his parents were too poor to have a preceptor come to teach him, so what little Vahid learnt was with the local priest, Father Janos, who remarked with him a capacity for numbers that seemed formidable.
Through this ability with numbers Vahid managed to get a job as a money lender, which for several years seemed to counteract the bad luck that had followed Vahid for years. However this run of good luck started to go awry the moment Vahid fell in love.
Her name was Yelena Gourowska. She was the daughter of a rich merchant, and was the most beautiful girl Vahid had seen in his life. Vahid felt that nothing could come better to him than the moment when she said she would be his wife. Was the “Devil’s Luck” finally gone from him he wondered ? Could he at last live a life without bad luck falling upon him at the slightest moment ? Oh, how wrong could he be. The day before the wedding Yelena, her family, and friends went out to celebrate the next day’s nuptials……………….
As they were returning from the celebration a thunderstorm began, and the carriage holding Yelena and her family was swept off a bridge with the rising of the water. People who saw the carriage go over tried, to no avail, to help. Their bodies were found in the ruins of the carriage two days later. Of course Vahid was inconsolable, and cursed his evil luck for a long time afterwards, drowning his sorrow in wine and spirits.
This drinking started another slide of luck, as he paid less attention to his figures, and his employers noticed huge discrepancies between what Vahid claimed he was lending out, and what they were noticing in their books. Slowly but surely Vahid was putting himself in enormous debts. His employers decided to call in the local magistrates, and Vahid was arrested on charges of extortion.
If it had not been for Father Janos, now very old, Vahid would have spent the rest of his life in prison. Janos, however, knowing that Vahid was not a bad man in himself, took him out of prison, and tried to help him prove himself worthy of trust. One would think that with the help of the priest, the “Devil’s Luck” would finally be vanquished. Not yet !
[Vahid, due to his alcoholism, and his stay in prison, had begun to be anaemic. Couple this with his fits, and the placing of our hero geographically, we will see that his problems are not over yet.]
It was at this moment in time in Romania that the fear of vampyres was rampant. Many graves were opened and bodies decapitated and burnt. One evening a visitor to Father Janos, who did not know Vahid saw how pale he was, and how he was weak from his illness. He decided to keep an eye on Vahid, to see if his fears of a victim of vampyres were founded………………...
The situation for Vahid became critical at this point. He was about to live through the most bad luck he had ever had. The visits of this vampyre hunter became more and more regular to Father Janos’ home, something that worried Vahid, as he knew that victims of these creatures often looked the way he did.
Of course this worrying was the catalyst to the situation that Vahid found himself at the beginning of our story.
One day Vahid had a fit, and was plunged into a coma, that was so deep, that it resembled death. Father Janos, sadly organised for Vahid to be put in a coffin and buried in the churchyard by his home.
The vampyre hunter was not satisfied with this, would he do something ?
Of course Vahid did not know this.
Waking up from his coma Vahid had realised where he was, and had tried, in hope, to see if they had not yet buried him. Scratching on the lid of the coffin, he had torn at the lining of it ripping off a couple of fingernails. The pain of this had caused him to bite his tongue, and blood flowed down his chin.
Suddenly he heard a scraping noise outside the coffin, and the sound of digging. Were they filling in the grave or pulling the coffin out, having realised that Vahid was not dead ? The coffin began to move !! Yes !! They were going to get him out !! He could hear the sound of wood cracking ! They were opening the coffin. This was too much for Vahid and he fainted.
“Well”, said the vampire hunter. “I was told he was unlucky in life ! It seems he’s even unlucky in death !!”
With that he staked Vahid to the coffin, chopped off his head and placed a lighted torch into the remains……………...
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. Vahid sounds like Turkish to me and Janos is Hungarian. That makes a bit of sense since there are some hungarian minorities living in Transilvania.:) Happy nice international comunity there:).