Night at the Ward: The Voodoo Christian
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This is a funny but scary story. At least is was to me, for quiet awhile.. that is.. funny and scary. I arrived at the mental institution for the 3rd time that year (with more to come) and two bulky orderlies wheeled me into a large community room where i met the black man with the huge eyes. He was a foreigner, but I don’t know where from. There was no one around but him.. I could hear people snoring, and his radio playing lightly behind the counter.
No, he took my in a closet full of boxes and clothes. I immediately got freaked.. I’d heard of the rape goings, but not from the head nurse.
He told me that he must strip search me and I agreed no problem.. I had been through this many times, and it was usually done half ass (no pun intended) where they peaked at your wee-wee and the other. But this was different… there was no white room like usual. No, he took my in a closet full of boxes and clothes. I immediately got freaked.. I’d heard of the rape goings, but not from the head nurse.
He had me empty my pockets and then sat me down.. I think my hands were tied, but I don’t remember. Then he proceeded to tell me about his powers which God had given him.
He had me empty my pockets and then sat me down.. I think my hands were tied, but I don’t remember. Then he proceeded to tell me about his powers which God had given him. That he could interpret dreams and give proscriptions for broken marriages and sicknesses. That he could heal addiction, depression, schizophrenia and others if only I do what he say exactly. At this point, though in a haze, I still had enough sanity to look for something sharp incase part of the ritual was sexual intercourse. He told me he would make it easy for me in there, if I would join his church on the outside. He said that they were Mexican, Asian and Black, and they needed white people to make them legitimate. And when he saw me he knew that there was something special in me.
Now part of me is sick of hearing this, and part of me is always intrigued. Because I have heard this from many freaky Christian prophets against my wishes sometimes… that I’m someone that will be this or that, but great i society and youth will follow me.. haha.. I laugh now, because they must tell everyone that. But this guy scared me, mainly because I was under his control, in that closet, and fro the next however long I was there.
So as the coward I am.. I said sure! I’ll be your cracker! And my time in the hospital, he took care of me, got me cigs and cokes, and was cool.
So as the coward I am.. I said sure! I’ll be your cracker! And my time in the hospital, he took care of me, got me cigs and cokes, and was cool. Then came time to go and I split with his number in my pocket, and no intention of ever calling him.
The scary part (part 2) is, I was at the quickie mart two blocks away, asked for a pack of cigs without looking up, and then I caught a glance. It was him. And the look went down my spine… and every since.. I think I might have the bad mojo curse. .. thats it.. I avoid the store like swine flu now. .. But I do remember asking him one thing in that closet, that came to mind as I saw him in his quickie mart red costume. I asked him, if he had these powers, why did he work a low paying job on the night shift of a crazy ward… well he of course he had the answer.. because that is where he could find people to heal. But I wonder now how he would answer it at the Quickie Mart.
I will name the many wards I talk about, but I have to find what they were called, I think I’ve blocked them all from my mind.
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