The Mechanic on Kaijori Cursed Highway

The Mechanic on Kaijori Cursed Highway

Somewhere in western Uganda, there is a place called Kaijori engulfed within the hilly ranges and forests a long a main highway. It has one long street with building stretching for around four hundred meters. It’s a must stop for many long-distance travelers. Taxis and buses and private vehicles occasionally stop to taste on the snack, the most delicious Muchomos, and short calls. 

But to some, they never ever wish to stop or see its scary streets. They believe the place harbored peculiar people, cannibals or witches who target travelers explaining the many fatal accidents and missing person cases that happen around the area. The allegations kept many away, many cursed the quiet place it is, but not everyone believes in such tales.

It's widely believed as it’s also a saying that every hill has its own mysteries, and indeed the Kaijori highway town had its own too. Walk with me we unfold the real mysteries of this feared place.

It was night time. Oprat was traveling alone in his car enjoys the tranquility enhanced by the jazz track playing. Everything with him was fine than never. The weather itself seemed good, clouds clear, the moon so bright that sometimes he could tease the headlights off. 

As he approached the Kaijori highway he started the remember the scary tales associated with the road, the dread lighting in his blood, feeling the chills. He closed all the screens and reduced on the volume. But that didn’t stop him hearing cries of people clear to him as if he was in an open next to them. He increased the speed. 

Then came this strange scary feeling he’s not alone in the car. The chills were immense. A car passed flashing him, frightened he instinctively looked behind the rear seats to make sure he was alone. The seats were empty as he left them. He focused on the road, but again seemed to have missed something… he gazed back, and he could clearly see a passenger never let in an old woman. “Take me with you,” she said. 

Shocked, he drove off the road hitting a tree, dying! 

That was at least many years ago, many years before a naïve family would travel through the high was for their first time.

One Christmas Eve, Wasswa and his family were traveling through Kaijori. Wasswa, the father, was driving, with his wife Angella sitting beside him. Their 26 years old friend Yaayen sat in the back with the twins, Babilye and Kato, both fifteen, and their elder brother, Ssentale, who was 22. They were in high spirits, singing Christmas carols as they drove.

Suddenly, Wasswa slammed on the brakes, swerving to avoid hitting a child who had appeared in the middle of the road. The car skidded to a halt, and they were left with flat tires.

"Did you see that?" Wasswa asked, his voice trembling.

Angella, clutching her chest, shook her head. "I didn’t see anything, darling. Maybe you’re tired."

"I saw a child," he insisted. "I know what I saw."

The evening sky darkened, threatening to rain. They decided to stay in the car and look for a mechanic after the rain.

As they were debating, a strange man approached. His eyes were wide with urgency. "You must leave this place before nightfall. It’s never safe here."

They dismissed him as a lunatic. "Just go away," Angella snapped. "We don’t need your help."

"But you must listen!" the man persisted. "Leave now, or you won’t make it through the night."

Ignoring him, they settled back into the car. Nightfall found them still there, the rain now a light drizzle.

Suddenly, they realized they were not alone. A terrifying stranger, pale and ghostly, sat among them, singing a slow, horrific hymn. The air grew cold, and their fear became palpable.

"Who are you?" Ssentale shouted.

“Your mechanic,” he answered singingly. His singing grew louder, more menacing. The family screamed and fled the car, scattering into the now dreadful forest that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere turning the place a forest street.

The town was shrouded in darkness, filled with mysterious and scary objects. Everyone in town turned into a one scary mechanic, even the children, with some tough scary baby him. Everywhere they turned, they found him waiting for them, many him at once, each one chasing them, each one more terrifying than the last.

They then learnt the man was a cannibal, wanting them for their supper. They ran as a one, running for their survival, entering houses, but in many finding the same man…

Babilye was the first to be caught, a group of the mechanic surrounded her, killed her and feasted on her remains. The entire village seemed to be in on the gruesome celebration.

Yaayen, who had some knowledge of black magic and sorcery, gathered the remaining survivors. "We need to find a way to fight back," he said. "There must be something we can do. These things have a loop hole."

At that moment, Oprat, the strange man who had warned them earlier, appeared. He was now a ghost, the only friendly soul among the horrors. He told them his story: he had been a victim of the cannibals, but they couldn't eat him because he was protected by charms from his mother. He remained in Kaijori as a ghost, unable to leave but determined to help others.

"I love whatever you are," Yaayen said, "you must help us. How do we survive?"

Oprat nodded. "I can teach you how to vanquish them. You must stay awake. If you sleep, they will eat you. And you must fight back with these charms." He handed them a pouch filled with mystical items.

The survivors tried to stay awake, but exhaustion took its toll. Wasswa was the first to succumb. He dozed off, and the ghostly man attacked him in his sleep, stabbing him. He woke up with a wound.

Angella the mother was next. She couldn't fight the sleep and was taken in her dreams, never to wake again, but to perish in their dimmed sight.

Yaayen and Kato fought desperately, using the charms to fend off the cannibals. The night was long and filled with terror, but they managed to kill some of the attackers, learning their weaknesses.

As dawn approached, the ghostly men began to fade. The rising sun brought with it a strange calm. The bodies of the cannibals vanished, leaving the town empty and eerily quiet.

Only Yaayen and Kato survived. They looked around in disbelief as the village seemed to return to its normal, peaceful state, but no one in it but themselves and the few travelling cars.

Oprat appeared one last time. "You did it," he said. "But you must be careful. You have awakened a powerful and angry spirit. Kaijori will never be safe. You too will never be safe."

With that, Oprat vanished, finally free from the town’s curse.

Yaayen and Kato, exhausted but alive, stopped a passing vehicle. They knew they had to leave Kaijori behind, but the memories of that night would haunt them forever.

As they drove away, Yaayen turned to Kato. "We need to tell people about this place. Warn them."

Kato nodded, his eyes hollow with trauma. "We will. But who will believe us?"

Yaayen sighed. "We must try. For my good family. They deserve that much."

And so, they left Kaijori, carrying with them the heavy burden of their harrowing experience. The Kaijori Highway remained a place of mystery and horror, a dark spot on the map that few dared to traverse.

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