are out there.
16 Nov 2001 / 1:36 a.m.
a while back my brother johnny told me about meeting baron samedi in the basement of our mother's house.
months ago, he started having night terrors. they happened every fwe months, something different each time. when he met the baron, it was about 3am and springtime. a figure was standing at the foot of the staircase leading out of the basement. he waved, thinking it was mom. he closed his eyes. he thinks to himself "the figure was too short to be mom, or anyone else in the house." he opens his eyes and the baron is standing there. a tuxedo and top hat, a bottle of hot pepper rum. the baron is not the baron, though, but johnny's child self, about 8 years old. the little boy baron says something about dancing and leaps on johnny's head. johnny wrestles out from under him, and snaps the child's neck, who disappears, leaving a small mound of flour behind.
i asked him when he'd studied voodoo. it seemed strange; he reads nietzsche and schopenhauer and lao tzu, not haitian folklore. he was confused and asked why i'd ask him about voodoo. i told him about who baron samedi was, and he didn't say anything for a while.
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