Terror Firsthand #35: Playing Mind Games

 ©Terror Firsthand is a fictional blog series that was created in 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Photos are reenactments and dramatization. The following story is for mature audiences only. Please, do not try any thing dangerous at home. 

Warning: extreme terror

Terror Firsthand: Playing Mind Games 

After the people left, Jamaica Rosenberg knocked on the door and came inside the penthouse.

"What the f*ck are you doing here?" Asked Daddy Leroy to Jamaica. "The meeting is already over."

"I'm here to tell y'all that I did not steal the f*cking money." She said.

"Bi*ch, I do not care if you stole it or not! I'll never get the truth outta your ass!" Said Daddy Leroy to Rosenberg.

"I didn't steal it, but I know who did, and what is she doing here? Big Ski don't want that bum ass hoe." Said Rosenberg, pointing at me.

"B*tch you better watch your fu*king tone. Who said I wanted your f*cking man anyway, ol p*ssy eating f*ggot!?" I yelled. 

"Both of you shut up." Said Daddy Leroy.

"Nigga I'm leaving, I don't have time for this." I stated, and headed towards the door with my dog.

"Do not go anywhere unless I say so!" He said. 

I walked right out of the door anyway and left the two of them in the penthouse. I left the Free Big Ski shirt right at the door. I was tired of their fu*king antics. Rosenberg peeked her head out of the door and said,

"And don't come back! Loser!" 

Daddy Leroy didn't even try to chase me. After I left the penthouse, I drove back towards New Mexico. The drive took a couple of days like before. After I got there, I checked back in at La Santa Muerte Hotel. I then sent off the video clips to the editor for my music video. He responded the next day in a message that read:

I cannot edit these clips. The quality is too low. 

He was all the way in Africa anyway. I decided to edit the clips myself. It was the first time that I have ever edited a music video. It took me about four hours to complete. Of course, the editing wasn't as good as a professional, but I couldn't afford one. My quality of life kept changing.

After I finished editing my music video, I went to sleep. I was finally glad that Marcus Goldman was deceased. I didn't care about Big Ski, he didn't care about me. 

I woke up the next day and skipped breakfast. Then I went shopping around Albuquerque. Then I went to a Mexican restaurant for lunch and ordered steak nachos and tequila. It was delicious. While I was at the bar, someone spoke to me. 

"Hi, what's your name? I see you're having a drink by yourself!" Asked the stranger. I ignored him.

"Why are you so quiet? Do you want me to buy you a drink?" He asked.

"Yeah." I replied.

"Then go ahead and tell the bartender what you want." Said the man. I told the bartender I wanted a tequila sunrise. The man ordered a glass of Don Julio.

"My name is Oya Obinidodo." I told the man.

"Oh yeah?" He asked.

"Yeah, what's yours and what do you want from me?" I asked, getting straight to the point. 

Then my phone rang. It was a collect call from Big Ski. I ignored it this time. Big Ski obviously had enough support. He didn't need me for anything. I stopped giving a fu*k about him and blocked his collect call. I don't like men that f*ck with women like Rosenberg anyway. That's his bi*ch, not mine. I hope they get married or something and leave me alone. Big Ski was a predator that wouldn't stop pestering me, embarrassing me, and wasting my time. I didn't give a f*ck about a penthouse anymore. I would get kicked out like last time or it would get seized anyway. 

"Who was that?" Asked the stranger.

"Oh nobody." I said. 

"So that's not your boyfriend?" He asked.

"Oh hell nah. That's not my boyfriend. That's somebody else boyfriend." I replied.

"You never told me your name." I said. 

"My name is Shawn." He said.

"Oh ok. Nice to meet you Shawn." I said.

"So what are you doing here? Are you from New Mexico?" He asked.

"No I'm not. I'm from the East Coast but I hate it over there." I said. "Actually, I hate the whole America!" 

"Why?" He asked.

"Because it sucks!" I said.

"So have you ever thought about moving out of the country?" Shawn asked.

"No. I don't have enough money to." I replied.

"Well you can at least try." He said.

"Nah I don't want to. If people don't like me in the United States, they're not going to like me anywhere else. I'm not wasting my fu*king time. People are off and nasty towards me." I said. "You might be like that too!"

"Now don't go putting me in a category. I just met you, and I like you." Said Shawn.

"What's your last name?" I asked.

"My last name is Carriage." He said.

"So your name is Shawn Carriage?" I asked.

"Yes, that's my name." He said.

"So what do you want from me Mr. Carriage?" I

 asked.

"I want to get to know you. What do you do for a living?" He asked.

"I don't do anything for a living." I replied. "I'm a bum I've been told." 

I started to get up and leave.

"Where are you going?" Asked Shawn.

"I'm leaving. I'm sorry." I said.

 

Shawn got up and followed me out of the restaurant.

"Wait, did I say something wrong?!" He asked.

"I'm just tired of explaining myself over and over you know. I meet a lot of guys and I have to explain myself over and over. It's tiring me out." I told him.

"I understand. So can I give you my number and you call me when you're ready to talk?" He asked.

"Sure." I said. Shawn then gave me his number and I left the restaurant and went back to La Santa Muerte Hotel. 

Daddy Leroy was sitting in my room when I opened the door. My dog was on his lap. I screamed in fear and dropped everything in my hand. 

"Ahhhhhhhh!!! Please don't kill my puppy! Don't hurt him!" I screamed.

"Who told you to leave Chicago without my permission!" He screamed.

I clapped my hands three times and said a chant right in front of him. He immediately vanished into thin air and Big C was running around. I couldn't believe he had came all the way over here to kill me! Luckily I was in the right hotel. If I had been anywhere else, I might've lost my life. I needed the magic to work, like it did before I had went to Vegas that time. 

After Daddy Leroy vanished, I called Shawn Carriage. I told him he could come over. He said he was at work. I told him okay. The next day I offered him the same thing, he said he was at work again. It was obvious that Shawn wasn't for me. I deleted his number and then went to sleep. I wasn't afraid of anyone coming back, because the folk magic was working, just like it was supposed to.

By Saturday, Shawn Carriage finally called. I answered.

"Hello?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, I have a busy work schedule. I'm free all day today. What are you doing?" Shawn Carriage asked.

"I'm not doing anything. How am I supposed to know you're telling the truth?" I asked.

"You can trust me, I'm not with anyone else. I really have been working." He said.

"Where do you work?" I asked.

"I work for a construction firm called Santa Fe Construction." He said. 

"Oh." I said.

"So do you want to go to the movies tonight? There's a movie playing called Peligro En Santa Fe. Do you want to see it?" He asked.

"Sure." I replied.

I'm surprised that he even asked me out. No one usually asks me out on a public date. I was hoping he wasn't downlow gay, a liar, or a bully or an embarrassment. 

"Okay. I'll pick up up at 8 from the hotel." He said.

"Okay." I replied, and hung up.

After that, I fixed myself shrimp tacos and had a glass of tequila. Then I took Big C to a nearby dog park so he could run around. Then I went back to the hotel to shower. At 8pm, Shawn Carriage pulled up to the hotel and called me to let me know he was downstairs. The movie was going to be only 2 hours long. I got inside of his car. It was a 1988 Cadillac De Ville. It was pimped out. It was on rims and had a gold glittery paint job. He had a sound system installed and tinted windows. 

I got inside of his flashy pimped out vehicle and rode with him in silence to the movie theater and then he parked the car and I went inside with him. He asked me did I want popcorn, I told him no. He didn't order any either. It was packed inside the theater.

When the movie started, it was scary. He put his arm around me during the times where the movie was most frightening. It was basically a movie about a nut job running around the city causing a Halloween like massacre. 

After the movie was over, I walked with him back to the car and it was someone standing there. It was Daddy Leroy and Big Ski.

I started to scream! Then I whispered something in Shawn's ear.

"Please get my pet out of the hotel and put him into a pet hotel. I'm in room 407. My dogs name is Big C. This man is about to kill me. Please make sure my dog is straight." I said, while reaching into my purse to hand him $100 and the room key.

"If that's not enough please help. I do not want to loose my dog. He might kidnap me and make me go to Chicago." I continued.

"Oh don't worry. I'm not going to let anything happen to you." He said, and continued walking to the car. 

"So this the nigga that stole our little 304 huh?" Said Daddy Leroy.

"You niggas better step away from my motherfu*king car." Said Shawn Carriage.

"Oh we will! As soon as little La Negra Reina gets in our truck! We going back to Chicago!" Said Big Ski.

How the fu*k did this nigga get out!? I thought he just caught the M? He must've told on Rosenberg! And how the f*ck did they get to Albuquerque so fast? Those niggas move quicker than me! 

I clapped my hands three times, but the magic didn't work. I wasn't inside of the room. 

"Nigga I'm not going anywhere! I almost lost my dog f*cking with you! He almost got taken away from me! f*ck you!" I yelled. 

Shawn Carriage walked around to the drivers side door where Big Ski was standing. Daddy Leroy was standing at the passenger side. 

"Nigga you better move out my way!" Shawn Carriage demanded.

That's when Big Ski knocked him out.

Shawn Carriage pulled out a knife and got up off the ground. Daddy Leroy ran over towards the drivers side and wrestled with Shawn Carriage for the knife. Shawn then stabbed Daddy Leroy in the guts. He fell to the ground and that's when Big Ski got up and punched Shawn Carriage again. He didn't fall to the ground. The knife was still in his hand and then he stabbed Big Ski in the face. Blood was leaking everywhere. What I was seeing was more scary than the movie I had just watched. I couldn't believe that Shawn Carriage defeated both of them. He was stronger and more masculine than he appeared at first. 

Shawn got inside of the vehicle and I got in and he drove away. He insisted that I check out of La Santa Muerte Hotel after he pulled up.

"Go get your stuff, and let's check out." He said.

"I'm sorry Shawn but I can't. This hotel is my only protection. If they come back, they're not going to kill me here. It's impossible for me to die here." I responded.

"What do you mean you won't die? This is one of the most dangerous hotels in New Mexico! Everyone is scared to come here. That's why there's so many vacancies! You are going to die if you don't get out!" He said with certainty. Then Shawn Carriage started preaching.

"You conjured those two men. If you weren't in this hotel they wouldn't have never came all the way to New Mexico! I promise you that! You need to stop messing with Santa Muerte and trust in the Almighty God and Jesus Christ. No more Jesus Malverde and Santa Muerte!" He said. Then he snatched my Santa Muerte chain off of my neck!

"Look what you've done! You're a monster! You made me stab two people because of your little witchcraft! You put that spell on me! I shouldn't have never came to this evil hotel! The Bible says witchcraft is forbidden! I'm a Christian man!" Shawn Carriage yelled.

"Shawn calm down. I'm not a Christian okay. Sorry I invited you to the wrong place. I'm not leaving this hotel until I get ready." I replied. My stomach started cramping and blood started leaking into my panties. I knew I was on my period.

"No I'm not going to calm down. I'm not leaving until you check out!" He screamed.

"Shawn you don't have to do this. I don't have anywhere better to go. This here is my new favorite hotel. Now could you please forgive me and leave now. I'm so sorry I put you through so much evil. I'm so sorry. I really am." I said, with a tear forming in my eyes. 

Shawn Carriage pulled out a Bible out of his back pocket and a bottle of anointing oil. Then he anointed my head and said a prayer.

"Father God I denounce this witchcraft off of this evil wicked priestess right now! I denounce every assault and every psychic power right now! I pray that this lady will leave this evil hotel in the name of Jesus! Get out of this satanic hotel right now! I cast out all demons in the name of Jesus Christ!" Said Shawn Carriage, acting like a Saint. 

I'm a saint too though, except I believe in death. I stood in the parking lot for several minutes and still refused to leave even after the prayer. I headed up to my room and Shawn Carriage followed. I walked inside of the room and then I started saying a chant.

"Bendita Santa Muerte. Fortaleza contra mis enemigos...…......." I chanted.

After that, Shawn Carriage left on his own. He didn't disintegrate into ashes or vanish into thin air. He simply walked out on his own.