Psychic Bait

The gentle tap on the Controller’s door came late at night.  He hit the entry button and a slender man of indeterminate age walked quietly into the room.  The Controller gestured to the seat on the opposite side of the desk.

“I take it you have something to report?”

The man nodded and pushed a slim folder across the desk.

“I would rather hear it from you” the Controller said.

The man settled himself into his chair.

“We identified the perfect bait.  Young.  Conventional views.  No religious nor spiritual beliefs, objective, materialist atheist”.

The Controller nodded.  “As we suggested”.

“Our prayer team worked night and day for a week until we came up with the right formula.  Then we sent our psychics in to read the man.  We barely got them out alive.  Any psychic visiting this person will be trapped.  Unable to return to their bodies, they will die or be thought dead in a matter of days”.

The Controller steepled his fingers, resting back in his chair.

“So, the trap is set.  Now you want the go-ahead for the next stage?”

The man nodded.

The bait has no awareness of what he has become?”

“We chose someone with no psychic sensitivity.  He is not aware when he is visited.  Not aware he has been turned into a death trap.  And without this knowledge, lacking psychic ability, he has no way of warning his victims”.

“Perfect bait in other words.  Blind.  Innocent of conspiracy.  And unable to warn anyone even if he should find out”. The Controller sat upright in his chair.  “Well done. I think we can now move on to the next stage.  I will send a publicity team, with psychologists, sociologists, and internet experts to raise this man’s profile, to bring him to the attention of the free psychics”.

The man nodded.  “What do we do with the victims.  Do we let them die?”

“If you can reach them in time you can offer them a deal.  Stay and die, or work for us.  Either way it doesn’t matter.  We don’t want any independent psychics who are in a prime position to uncover what we are doing.  They work for us, or they die.  Now the trap has been set the next stage is to dangle the bait in front of the likely targets”.

The man nodded again and the Controller gestured dismissal.  Just as he was about to exit the door he turned.

“Our psychics are not happy about this.  The hell-supporters are, but none of the rest”.

The Controller stared, his eyes black and cold.

The man seemed to shrink inside himself. “We will monitor them and design a conditioning programme for any who appear to be having doubts”.

“Dismissed”, the Controller snapped coldly.