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that and, afterwards, they had good luck and no one could harm them. Here, late years, 1 have often thought many of my troubles came from my being around during those seances when my godmother fooled with that underground stuff.
New Orleans was a kind of haunted place anyhow, and in those days I was scared to death if I was caught away from home past curfew. I remember one night, when I came back home, I saw a big black man sitting on a fence blowing smoke at me through his nose. The minute I saw him, I started running. Nobody can convince me that there are no such things as spirits. Too many have been seen by my family.
My uncle met a girl on his way home one night and tried to flirt with her. He asked her if she didn't think it was rather late for her to be out. They talked for a minute and she asked him to see her home. When they got to the graveyard, the gate opened and she walked in and my uncle started running,
I was very, very much afraid of those things. In fact I was worried with spirits when I was a Idd. Our family home, located on the corner of Frenchman and Robinson, seemed to be full of them. We heard dishes rattling at night, people walking around, the sewing-machine running, chains rattling, etcetera, and we used to keep the house filled up with holy water. I had it tied all around my bed. Even then it seemed like those spirits would touch my toes. I'd look up over the covers and see them and take one jump and be in my mother s bed. Those spirits at home was one of the most horrible things that ever happened to me. |
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