Voodoo Dreams by Alana Lorens

Author:Alana Lorens [Lorens, Alana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2013-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

The back door led to a sunlit courtyard, a different atmosphere than the dark, dusty collection inside. A weight lifted off Evan as they came out into the light.

“Did you see that collection of bones?” he asked. “Previous generations right there, ready to ask for their wisdom and experience in your daily life. It’s like the Chinese or Native American traditions of invoking the presence of the ancestors. Really fascinating stuff.” He smiled broadly. “And that snake!”

He’d found the experience much more interesting than he’d expected, including the depictions of gods in various forms, especially the thick python, said to participate in all rituals performed by those with the Museum.

“Yes, I saw them,” she said.

“That’s it? ‘I saw them’? I thought you were the one all hell-bent to jump into the world of voodoo.”

She didn’t even respond, but he just grinned. Who would have suspected she was one of those girly girls? Doesn’t like spiders and snakes… Ha! She was just too proud to say so.

“What next?”

“The readings are done through here. I guess we just wait and see.”

As if summoned, a turbaned black woman in a long dark dress passed through from the museum. “You desire a reading?” she asked, holding out her hand for the receipt. “Our priestess, Madame Masika, will help you. Come this way.”

She led the way into a darkened waiting room hung with black and red draperies, lit with multicolored candles that gave off a musky scent that approached cloying, as far as Evan was concerned. Gesturing for them to sit, she slipped through a hand-woven curtain in the back.

Evan perched on the edge of a mat-covered soft chair, studying their surroundings. The oil paintings on three of the walls depicted ceremonies or rituals, groups of dark-skinned men and women dancing in impossible postures, sacrificing animals, burning fires on altars and other bizarre acts.

His early Methodist training rebelled, as did his sense of logic. How could these people possibly believe slitting a chicken’s throat would bring them what they wished?

Any crazier than he and Brianna tossing quarters into a public fountain and making a wish? Or those afore-mentioned transmogrifications of body to bread, blood to wine? When’s the last time he stepped on a crack, hmm? Just in case?

This was definitely a to-each-his-own sort of event. Now that they were here, he just needed to fasten his seatbelt and see where the ride took them.

“Feel like a real country mouse,” he whispered.

Eyes wide, Brianna nodded.

The woman re-appeared through the curtained door. “The priestess will see you now.”

Evan got to his feet, pausing at the door, not sure if chivalry dictated he should let Brianna precede him, or if his street-trained cop sense would put him between her and any potential danger. How bad could it be? Probably some Whoopi-Goldberg type faker with a glass ball…

Brianna hesitated, so he took the initiative and stepped through first into a much better-lit room with only dried natural things hanging on the walls, fruits and grains, and was that—?

Cool! A dead animal on the wall!

Brianna gasped behind him and looked away.

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