"THE INDIAN HEAD"
Mr.
Landgroom, director of The NYSM (New York State Museum), had contacted ENIGMA
CONSULTANTS S.L. on the occasion of the donation of an extremely strange
artifact. Although it was supposed to be over a thousand years old, this artifact
did not look more than twenty. It had been found by a certain Jonas “Birdbrain”
Kalgary in the basement of his house in the neighborhood of Canarsie, in
Brooklyn. According to his testimony, Birdbrain was digging a grave to bury an
enemy of his whom he had just killed (this naive confession caused him to end
up in jail) when his shovel stumbled over a head. He cursed his luck because he
thought the grave was already occupied, but then the head opened one eye and
then the other. Birdbrain felt a great relief because if the head was alive he
could get it out of the hole without desecrating any grave. (Desecrating tombs
was, for Birdbrain, the greatest sin a man could commit.) So he took out the
head and deposited it on the table. Its features were Indian and its dark skin seemed
leather to the touch. He thought it would have belonged to one of the Canarsie
Indians who had populated that place before the arrival of the Europeans. The
Canarsie Indians were known for the ease with which they lost their heads.
After these disquisitions, he continued to dig the grave for his enemy, then
buried it and replaced the tiles. He ended up so tired that he went straight to
bed without remembering the Indian head. But in the middle of the night, he was
awakened by a kind of howl coming from the basement. He picked up a flashlight,
charged his pistol and sneaked down the stairs. The beam of light ran through
the basement and stopped on the Indian head that was on the table. Then he
remembered and thought that he had to get rid of that head that howled at night.
He had to get up early in the morning to clock in at “Murder, Inc.” and the
work was hard: he could not afford to spend sleepless nights because of a howling head. He would not have
dared to shoot it (killing a head was, for Birdbrain, the second greatest sin a
man could commit), so he decided to get rid of the head by donating it to the
NYSM.
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This
is the story that Mr. Landgroom told Michael and Jacob when they showed up at
the museum the day after his call.
While
the two researchers examined the strange head, which continuously opened and
closed the eyes alternately, as well as the tongue, the director explained
that, apart from the howls that issued at night, the head did not speak a
single word. The scientists of the museum had ruled that it was not a
mechanical device but an authentic Indian head from about a thousand years ago.
But when asked about the possible explanation for this strange phenomenon, they
played dumb or made excuses to run out. That's why Mr. Landgroom had resorted
to ENIGMA CONSULTANTS.
After
assuring the museum’s director that he had made the right decision since they
were accustomed to this seemingly unsolvables enigmas, Michael and Jacob asked him
to leave them alone with the head. When they were alone, both began to lament
and to curse the enigmas that the big city posed to them. They even considered
moving to a smaller city, where the mysteries were also proportionally smaller
and easier to solve. But at that precise moment the head called them with a
"Psst, psst".
After
the first logical fright, both approached the head, and then it began to
whisper something in their ears. As they listened, Michael and Jacob looked
more astonished, until Michael exclaimed: "Woebegone?!”. And the head
started to nod its head ( if you'll pardon the redundancy).
“Maybe
we should take it to a psychologist”, Jacob said.
“Cut
the crap. Don’t you see that what we have to do is free his soul? It is clear
that when the head was cut off, the soul got stuck there.”
“In
the head?”
“In
the head”
“And
how are we going to release it?”
Michael
turned to the head and asked it: “Do you see the Light?”
Again
the head nodded its head... if you'll pardon again the redundancy. Then, before
the astonished glance of Jacob, Michael took the head and began to shake it up
and down as if it were a cocktail or a smoothie:
“Okay,
now go towards the light! Go! Go!”, he screamed.
And
then the two friends watched how from the top of the head emerged a kind of
whitish steam that rose and rose until it disappeared from sight.
“He
is free”, Michael said.
And
when the director returned, he was in front of a thousand-year-old Indian head
ready to be displayed in a museum showcase without the possibility of
generating frights or fainting among the visitors. Namely, an inert, lifeless head,
just as the heads must be when they are separated from their body.
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The soul ascending towards the Light in a painting from the fifteenth century by Hieronymus Bosch |
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