My Grandma Cast A Voodoo Spell On My Best Friend. It Worked! || Best True Stories Animated

My Grandma Cast A Voodoo Spell On My Best Friend. It Worked! || Best True Stories Animated

August 20, 2019 100 By Stanley Isaacs


Hi, everybody! My name is Caleb, I am sixteen years old. I was born and grew up in New Orleans, and
this is an important fact, because my story will be about an ancient voodoo curse, and
about my best friend who became its victim. I see you don’t believe me. My friend didn’t either, before zombies started
to wander around under his window every night. My best friend’s name is Henry. His family moved to New Orleans from New Jersey
around six months ago, and Henry began to go to my school. He’s a cool guy, and soon we realized we had
a lot in common and became friends. Henry did not know much about his new city,
and he was curious about everything. Why the French quarter was called French? Why the tourists came here to see the cemeteries? Why the cemeteries had mausoleums and the
bodies were not just buried? I have to admit, I made an excellent city
guide. Maybe I could make a living showing people
around? But, that doesn’t matter right now. The thing is that my family is closely connected
with New Orleans, and I grew up with this knowledge. My lineage can be traced to the middle of
the nineteenth century and all our future generations lived right here. Before that, my ancestors lived in Haiti. Have you guessed yet what I am trying to tell
you? I will tell you straight then, there were
real voodoo masters in my family. Oh, yes, the ones that talk to ancient spirits,
perform magical rituals, make amulets, and can turn ordinary people into terrible zombies. Well, at least they say thats how it works. Of course, I am not capable of anything like
this. But my grandmother Virginia is! She owns a souvenir shop where tourists often
come in to buy some magical memento, to ask about voodoo, or even to get a ritual performed. I did not pay much attention to my grandmother’s
work, because the thing that was exotic for others, for me was an everyday routine. But Henry was very interested, he asked a
lot of questions about my grandmother Virginia – but not in a way that I would’ve expected. Henry did not hide his skeptical attitude
toward my grandmas “magical” abilities, and while he didn’t necessarily call her a
fraud who was taking advantage tourists, it was only because he didn’t want to fight with
me. I’m not gonna lie, I was slightly offended
by his attitude, so I suggested that he came with me to my grandmas store, so that she
could prove everything to him herself. Henry agreed and he even brought someone else
to my grandmother’s shop, his sister Gill, who was one year younger than Henry. When my grandmother Virginia first saw my
friends at her shop, she got so happy, she thought that I brought her customers and discreetly
thanked me with a nod. She guided them around her shop with great
enthusiasm and advertised her goods with her charisma turned all the way up. And it was worth taking a look – even for
me, let alone Henry and Gill! Gill did not hide her delight, and even Henry,
who went on playing skeptical, looked with a great interest at the different amulets,
skulls, colorful beads, different jars with potions, and masks that help to communicate
with spirits and, of course, at the little voodoo dolls made for rituals. My grandmother looked at them attentively
and explained what each item was for, and did not forget to tell them the price for
each magical talisman, surely calculating a profit inside her head. Can you imagine her disappointment when Henry
told her the real reason for his visit! My grandmother frowned and answered that she
was not going to perform any rituals because Henry had come to her with the intention to
mock the very thing she had devoted her life to. Henry wanted to object, but it was too late
– she told him that stupidity and a lack of faith do not turn voodoo into a game. And when Henry silently laughed, she pointed
out that the higher forces always found a way to punish the arrogant for their mockery,
and that she could have easily turned Henry and Gill into zombies, but at the present
time, she had no need for new workers. I laughed, remembering why I loved my Grandma,
and hurried to guide my friends to further explore the shop – Virginia allowed us to
browse through her stuff without her surveillance. But neither Henry nor Gill were interested
in tourist souvenirs any more. Instead they asked me to show them the closet
with the things that were not for sale – I had spilled the news about them on our way
here. In this closet Virginia kept the stuff that
she used for rituals and that she performed with her tourists, so I saw no issue if we
just stuck our noses in it for a second. I was wrong. As soon as I turned my head, Henry recklessly
opened a box, and something small and light fell on the floor. I was afraid that he’d broken something, but
Henry and Gill did not even think about it – they studied, with excitement, the fallen
object which turned out to be… a bleached human finger bone. I told him to put it back in the box right
now, but they were too late, Virginia had heard the noise, approached us, and triumphantly
pointed her finger at Henry. “I’m warning you that retribution will come
to you in no time!” – she said with a grin and added: “This bone belonged to the
most powerful priest, my master, who passed only the tiniest bit of his knowledge to me. For such negligence to his remains, you will
be doomed, boy.” Grandmother winked at me imperceptibly, and
after that she hinted that if Henry was not going to buy anything, then he shouldn’t
be hanging around here distracting her from her work. And this was the end of our visit to Virginia’s
shop. Henry, apparently, did not believe in curses,
but stopped asking me questions about voodoo. It turned out that everyone stood behind their
opinion, so we all got slightly mad at each other. That’s why I did not notice that from that
day on Henry started to… change strangely. He became nervous. When I saw my pal, he kept looking over his
shoulder, jumped at his own shadow, and flinched at every loud noise at school or on the street. When I looked closer, I saw that Henry’s
eyes looked tired and bloodshot, as if he had not slept for many nights in a row. Finally, I forgot that I was offended, and
approached him to ask what was going on. And Henry confessed in what he did not believe
just a few days ago: after the visit to Virginia’s shop, some supernatural, unexplainable things
had started to happen to him. And there was nothing good about it. At night, when he was in his room, Henry began
to hear strange sounds and voices coming almost from under his window. But when Henry turned on the lights and looked
out the window, there was nobody there. Amd when he tried to find somebody with the
lights off, the result was the same. At the beginning there were only voices, but
after a while he began to hear leisurely, heavy steps. And when Henry looked out, there was still
nobody there! Moreover, when Henry’s parents had moved
into their new house, they installed security cameras everywhere. Henry watched the recordings, but saw nothing
on them! But Henry really panicked when… actually
it was why he told me everything, he noticed footprints on the wall. These footprints, covered with damp soil and
mud, led right to his bedroom window. Henry did not tell anybody except me, he was
afraid that others would think he was crazy. But he did not hesitate anymore – the priest’s
spirit had sent a real zombie after him. Henry asked for my help, but I was confused. I realized that, personally, I was not sure
if I believed in zombies. But one thing I believed in for certain was
that my best friend wouldn’t play such a stupid game with me. The most logical and simple decision would
be to ask my grandma for help. But I remembered how she winked at me cheerfully
after telling Henry that he was cursed. Would she care to help him at all after he
had offended her with his lack of trust? Well, there was no chance to find that out
anyway because Henry sharply refused to ask my grandmother for help. Most likely, even though he was frightened,
he still had some pride. Or stubbornness. Anyway, I was the one who had to deal with
the zombie. Henry supported me, reminding me that I was
a hereditary sorcerer, but I realized that things were not that simple. However, there was one thing I knew about
zombies for sure — simple salt awakened a “home instinct” in any zombie, forcing
it to return to the grave. But there was a slight problem. Salt had to get into the zombie’s mouth! Well, I had come up with something better
than spoon-feeding a zombie. In order to implement the plan, I stayed at
Henry’s house overnight – the zombie came every night, so we were expecting it to come
again today. Frankly speaking, I was so nervous. The wait was so exciting, and when I heard
exactly the same sounds Henry described to me, I was truly scared! However, I was ready and I knew what had to
be done! When I heard a strange loud grumbling from
under the window (which meant that the zombie was standing there with its mouth wide open),
I quickly poured out a huge bucket of salty water in the direction of the sound (I dissolved
a few handfuls of salt in this bucket, thinking that it should be enough). And, apparently, I had aimed well! I never thought that zombies could squeal,
but I swear, there was some kind screeching from below, and then all the sounds subsided. Henry and I looked at each other, took a deep
breath, and rushed outside. There was nobody under the window! This meant that my plan worked! To be honest, I was so proud of myself that,
for the first time, I thought about following in my grandmother’s footsteps – maybe I really
did have a talent for voodoo magic? But when we returned indoors, the horror struck
us once again – we saw wet footprints on the floor! Could it be that the zombie decided go into
the house? And the footprints led to Gill’s room! Hoping that it was not yet too late, we rushed
to her bedroom… just in time to catch her in a vague attempt to take off her wet clothes
that were stuck to her body. Yes, it was Gill who pranked her “too skeptical
and cocky” brother, inspired by my grandma Virginia’s words about a curse. Gill knew the security camera password and
turned them off whenever she needed to, by trial and error she found out the spots that
could not be seen from the windows on the second floor and hid there. As Gill admitted, she was already pretty tired
of doing this at night and playing this zombie-game, and this very time was going to be the very
last, in any case. But it seems that Henry was not very comforted
by this fact — should I mention that he was so mad at her that I was the one who saved
her life and prevented Henry from committing a crime? Well, it turned out that there was nothing
supernatural about this story. But nonetheless, after a few days Henry went
to see my grandmother Virginia again, he apologized for being so rude on his previous visit, and
bought a gris-gris pendant – an amulet that protects you from evil. Just in case. Please tell me in the comments, did you like
this story? Has anything supernatural ever happened in
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