Many people have heard stories growing up about witches and evil spirits haunting abandoned buildings and lurking around deserted towns. Let me tell you about something that is going on right here in your town of Memphis, Tennessee. It all started one day at work. First, Drew a coworker said: “Today is a the big day!” when he walked into the lab “We have to go out to Voodoo Village to finish up our surveillance on mosquitos.” This made me very nervous because when I remember in my home country of Haiti, Voodoo is a serious subject, nothing to play with. Though the thought of going to this place made me extremely uneasy.
Second, I packed up my gear and got in the truck with him. Formerly, on a daily basis, Drew and I go out in the county …show more content…
The houses look run down and abandoned as if no one has lived there for ages. The tin shacks gave me remissions back to Haiti. The voice of my mother keeps coming back to me, “You stay away from people who practice voodoo! They are nothing but trouble!” she would say. I am now starting to regret coming out here, because the next thing I see is a massive stature of Christ holding a bible with a dagger through it. I have read all the stories and heard all the rumors about this statue in the village, but they do not compare to seeing this in person. This has to be the work of dark …show more content…
The next thing I know I see a tall, skinny, dark man coming from out of the church in the back of the property – “WASH HARRIS!” I yelled. I turn to run away, but I find myself frozen in my tracks. I look to my left and then to my right, and Drew is nowhere to be found. The only thing I can hear at this point is my beating heart racing as fast as it can. The worst of all, the dark figure begins to speak. He tells me I am forever haunted for coming here and there will be a spell put on my family until the end of time. I look around to try and find my escape, but now there are people all around me chanting in a language I do not understand. Smoke begins to cover the sky. I feel my face becoming hot as if it was being burned. The voices are becoming louder and shockingly, then I notice they are saying phrases in Haitian Creole, my native tongue. “Stay with us,” they would say. I feel as if there is nothing a can do, but at the same time a bright flash is in my face and I can no longer see or hear anything other than a loud ringing in my ear. The light begins to dim and I recognize the ceiling tiles above me. I am now returning in my laboratory with Drew standing over me asking me if I am okay. I feel confused - I thought savages trying to sacrifice me to the evil spirits of Voodoo were just attacking me! Drew calms me down and tells me that we never even made it out
Second, I packed up my gear and got in the truck with him. Formerly, on a daily basis, Drew and I go out in the county …show more content…
The houses look run down and abandoned as if no one has lived there for ages. The tin shacks gave me remissions back to Haiti. The voice of my mother keeps coming back to me, “You stay away from people who practice voodoo! They are nothing but trouble!” she would say. I am now starting to regret coming out here, because the next thing I see is a massive stature of Christ holding a bible with a dagger through it. I have read all the stories and heard all the rumors about this statue in the village, but they do not compare to seeing this in person. This has to be the work of dark …show more content…
The next thing I know I see a tall, skinny, dark man coming from out of the church in the back of the property – “WASH HARRIS!” I yelled. I turn to run away, but I find myself frozen in my tracks. I look to my left and then to my right, and Drew is nowhere to be found. The only thing I can hear at this point is my beating heart racing as fast as it can. The worst of all, the dark figure begins to speak. He tells me I am forever haunted for coming here and there will be a spell put on my family until the end of time. I look around to try and find my escape, but now there are people all around me chanting in a language I do not understand. Smoke begins to cover the sky. I feel my face becoming hot as if it was being burned. The voices are becoming louder and shockingly, then I notice they are saying phrases in Haitian Creole, my native tongue. “Stay with us,” they would say. I feel as if there is nothing a can do, but at the same time a bright flash is in my face and I can no longer see or hear anything other than a loud ringing in my ear. The light begins to dim and I recognize the ceiling tiles above me. I am now returning in my laboratory with Drew standing over me asking me if I am okay. I feel confused - I thought savages trying to sacrifice me to the evil spirits of Voodoo were just attacking me! Drew calms me down and tells me that we never even made it out