Part+III

The room was dim and it smelt of incents. Timmy grab Jim’s hand and Jim gave his tiny hand a little squeeze to let him know that they were safe here. Jim looked around the room he saw dream catchers and small bottles filled with different colored letters under a sign labeled Potions. “Some people are so gullible.” Jim thought “But then again I’m here so I don’t have room to talk.” Looking around he saw a bead door curtain with a pot leaf worked into it with Rasta colors “what am I getting my son into.” Suddenly from behind a curtain a man came out with a turban that hung crookedly off the side of his head. He entered spinning so that his shine colorful robe shimmered in the little light that there was. “Hello and welcome to Moonheart I’m Amadom. How may I help you?” the very white man with a Jamaican accent named Amadom said “We were just leaving” Jim said “This is not what I was looking for.” “No, wait” Amadom said now with out an accent “I didn’t know you were here for a legitimate reason. Most people that come in here are just here for one of those bead curtains or a fake potion.” Jim was hesitant and opened his mouth a couple times before actually saying anything. “Is there any place where we can talk in private?” “Sure let me just lock up and we’ll go in the back and talk.” Walking towards the door Amadom Said “Go ahead I’ll be back in a minute” Jim led Timmy back through the beaded door and then came back out. “Look” Jim said “I’m here because of my son. There’s something wrong. He can’t think.” “Well that sounds more like a medical problem to me.” “No, it’s not that he can’t think it’s more like he’s not the one doing the thinking.” “Do you think he could be possessed?” “No, no nothing like that. It’s more like he’s controlled by someone else. He’s still completely normal it’s just he’s got the mind of and eight years old.” “Well how old is he now? “He’s twelve” “That still sounds medical related to me sir” “Call me Jim, and I’ve been to all the doctors and they can’t find anything.” “Hmmm… very peculiar. By the way my real names Dave the whole Amadom thing is just for the potheads and hippies it creates a nice atmosphere.” “Ohh I see. You didn’t look like an Amadom” “Yeah I know but still people believe it I think because most of my customers are high when they get here. But let’s not waste anymore time with small talk and go check out your son.” As Jim approached the beaded doorway he stopped Dave. “Before we go in my son doesn’t know that there’s anything wrong with him so if you don’t mind refrain from making him… I don’t know, uncomfortable.” “I understand Jim. With your permission I’d like to try and hypnotize him. When he’s hypnotized he won’t remember any of the things that happen while we’re in the room.” “It sounds a little dangerous.” “No, Jim not at all. The truth is it might not even work. Hypnotism only works on a select few, but if he it does work then we will have free rain over his mind. Anything he says or does while under Hypnotism will occur from the deepest recesses of his mind. We will be able to probe-” “WAIT, WAIT. Probe” “No nothing like that. Probe as in exploring his mind for things that he may not even remember.” “Okay. Let’s do his.” Jim and Dave walked through the beaded curtain and into the back room. In the room there was a round wooden table with a white table cloth on said table. The rest of the room was filled with boxes. Most of which smelt like incents.