The Ghost Strip/Voodoo
From Create Your Own Story
"Oh Shit!" You yell. "It's a damn zombie!" As the figure comes closer you can see its skin is very pale and has no iris or pupil in its eyes whatsoever. Jeff takes out his pipe and prepares to kill it if necessary. "I'm scared! Please hold me," Ashley says to you. You respond by giving her a protective hug. Right when the zombie arrives, it stops right in front of your group. "You have trespassed!" It demands. Are you seriously imagining things, or did this zombie just talk to you. "The Dark Master demands you die for your intrusion!" All of you are speechless. After a few seconds, John finally responds. "Listen, I don't know if you understand me or not, but we don't mean any harm. In fact, we are trying to leave but can't find a way out." The zombie faces John. "Be warned mortal, you have until sundown to leave!" The zombie then walks past your group. "Now that I think about it, it makes sense," you say. "He's dead as we all would expect, but he's probably a voodoo zombie." "What in tarnation is that?" Jeff asks. "In Haiti, it is believed that certain people known as voodoo masters can raise dead corpses and make them their slaves for all eternity through black magic," you say. "In the 1930's, Felicia Felix-Mentor, a Haitian woman who died of the flu in 1907, was found walking around her home town in Haiti in a voodoo trance." "That's kind of sad, yet creepy," Ashley comments. "Alright, go on," John says. "Mentor was asked where she had been. She replied that she was resurrected by a voodoo master and made his slave," you say. "Somehow, Mentor was able to escape her master's grasp and come home." Jeff stands there for a minute. "So y'all are sayin' that this here zombie is under some voodoo spell or somethin'?" he asks. "That's exactly what I'm suggesting, and there's probably more zombie slaves from where that came from," you reply. "Now that we have this situation cleared, I suggest we come up with a plan.
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