My grandmother was heavily into voodoo, her folks supposedly followed both Marie Laveau's in that craft in NO. When my mother fell onto hard times, she only wanted ME and not my other siblings which caused a falling out between her and the rest of the family.
When I was kid, I would never sleep without there being a light on in the room I was at or I would start to feel a heaviness on my chest or on top of my head. I remember waking up from a dream when I was asleep and then falling right on top of my bed, completely covered in sweat. This happened many times. I'd tell my grandmother about this and she'd she say some crazy shyt like "The lord is visiting you, baby" or "God is preparing you to be his vessel, child.". Go into one room and it's burning hot, I'd go back into my bedroom and it's ice cold, feeling shyt touch you constantly.. We had an basement and in the far corner, she had a makeshift shrine..bones, blood, a skull, all types of shyt. Funnily enough, she wanted me to be a preacher.
